Riding Steele: Aftershock Read Free Page B

room, holding her favorite cat mug.
    He was too big for this room. Too masculine. To rough and ready.
    “You want to talk about it?” he asked.
    There was no point asking what. They both knew.
    She nodded as she sank into the chair in front of him.
    “I’m sorry. I just … I keep reliving what happened with Donovan.”
    He put down his cup and leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. “I’m not Donovan. I’m not going to hurt you like he did.”
    She nodded. “I know.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”
    Guilt washed through her. She did know, but she’d been treating him as if she didn’t. She stood up and walked toward him, then perched beside him on the couch.
    “I’m sorry, Steele.” She took his hand and locked gazes with him. “It’s not you. You know that. I just have to … get past this.” She drew his hand to her lips and kissed his rough knuckles. “I know you can help me do that.” She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his raspy chin. “Will you help me?”
    *
    Steele watched as she reached behind her neck and untied the halter, then lowered it, revealing her naked breasts. His heart clenched and his cock stirred. For days he’d held back, wanting her, but knowing he had to give her time. And every time she pulled back from him, he had died a little inside. He knew she didn’t mean to reject him, but that didn’t change how it made him feel.
    She took his hand again and pressed it to one mound. He groaned softly.
    Fuck, he wanted her so bad.
    He felt a tug on his jeans as she pulled down his zipper, then her hand slid inside. His heart raced as her delicate fingers wrapped around him.
    God, he needed to be inside her. His body ached with the overwhelming need.
    He had to fight the compelling drive to shove her back on the couch, tear her clothes away, then drive into her. Hard and fast.
    He kept tight control on himself, but what if he got carried away? What if he acted on that need? Would she ever trust him again?
    Her fingers glided his length and he moaned, his hand tightening on her soft breast.
    He should stop her.
    But he couldn’t. Her tender touch met a need deep inside him. Made him feel special and loved. She was like a drug he couldn’t shake.
    She stroked his cock until it was so stiff he couldn’t think straight. Then she stood up and pushed off her jeans, then climbed onto his lap. Her fingers wrapped around him again and she pressed his tip to her hot, melting core.
    He grasped her waist. “Oh, God, Laurie, you feel so good.”
    She stroked his hair back, then smiled as she lowered herself onto him. He almost gasped at the feel of her warmth surrounding him. Being buried inside her was the most exquisite feeling he’d ever experienced.
    She lifted and lowered herself, gliding on him in a sweet, passionate caress. His cock ached at the sublime sensations. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in her.
    He filled her again and again as she made love to him, gliding up and down, her loving hands stroking his chest. He groaned as she squeezed him inside and she moaned softly at her own pleasure.
    She sped up and the pleasure heightened. She squeezed again and his groin tightened, then he erupted inside her, the pleasure blossoming to pure joy.
    She gasped, rocking her hips on him, then moaned as she found her own release.
    He held her close as she rested against his chest, all soft and feminine in his arms.
    The experience had been incredible. Loving and soft and exciting. It was exactly what she’d needed, and he was happy about that. She’d been in control and set the pace. She’d kept everything exactly the way she needed it.
    And he had no problem giving her control. Sometimes.
    But could he hold back all the time? Could he stop himself from doing something that would emotionally throw her right back in that cage Donovan had put her in?
    *
    Laurie listened to Steele’s heartbeat, enjoying the feel of his arms around her. She’d taken a first