Page 30 of Broken Dream (Steel Legends #3)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Angie

I’m ready to tell him yes.

Yes, I want this fuck more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

When Aunt Melanie’s image pops into my mind.

At the most inopportune moment. Talk about a libido killer.

She’s my mentor. What would she say? What would she think about what I’m doing right now?

It’s a breach of ethics, she would tell me.

Probably more so for Jason than for me, but still, he’s my teacher, and I should know better.

Push him away , I tell myself.

Tell him you don’t want this.

But the words don’t make it to my mouth.

Because the truth of the matter is that I do want this.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. This desire, this passion, this unwavering want.

“I want this fuck,” I say, my voice cracking. “I’ve never wanted anything this much.”

And he kisses me again.

His lips press against mine, firm and demanding.

His hands—those skilled surgeon’s hands—roam over my body with a thirst that matches my own.

But there’s something else in his touch, something beyond pure lust. An intensity, a need that goes deeper than I’ve ever known. I respond to him, arching toward him.

“Jason,” I whisper against his lips.

This is so forbidden, and that’s part of what makes it so sexy. Against all the rules, all the ethics that we were supposed to uphold, we’re giving in to each other right here in the anatomy lab.

The cold steel of the dissection table beneath me is a stark contrast against his warm body pressing into me. He removes the rest of my clothing and then his own, and soon our bodies are bare against each other.

He buries his face into the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. He tightens his grip as if he’s holding on to me for dear life. And maybe he is. Maybe we both are.

His kisses move lower, trailing down my throat to the valley between my breasts. There’s an urgency to his touch, a desperate need to feel every inch of me.

“Yes,” I breathe out, sinking into his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel more of him, all of him.

My phone buzzes from somewhere underneath our discarded clothes. We both freeze momentarily, but then he shakes his head and continues his exploration. The world outside this lab doesn’t matter anymore.

He traces a searing path down my belly and lower still. I gasp as he finds the spot that makes my breath hitch, and he smirks against my skin.

“I knew you wanted this,” he whispers.

That was never in question, and we both know it.

His touch sends shivers through me. I lose myself in him, forgetting everything else. The world is reduced to Jason and me, the anatomy lab, and our shared desperation.

The metallic scent of the lab mingles with our heated breaths, and the faint smell of disinfectant only adds to the illicit thrill of it all.

All thoughts of rules, ethics, and consequences are forgotten as we surrender ourselves to this heated moment. The world outside the lab, with its rules and constraints, fades into oblivion. It’s just Jason and me, lost in a whirlwind of desire.

His movements become more urgent. He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I nearly shatter as he massages my G-spot.

I meet him, move for move, our bodies colliding.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I love to penetrate you. You have the tightest little pussy, Angie. So wet and perfect.”

All I can do is sigh against him. With his other hand, he tweaks my nipple. His hard cock brushes against me.

I grasp it.

He groans.

And I love it. I love what I do to him. What I can do to this magnificent man.

He drives his finger into me harder, until I cry out.

Can anyone hear us outside the lab?

I cry out again, and I don’t care.

“Fuck,” he grunts, withdrawing his fingers.

Before I can whimper in protest, he slides a condom onto his cock and thrusts into me.

The cold steel table below me is soon forgotten as I get lost in his touch, his warmth seeping into me and igniting a fire with each deep thrust.

His lips find mine again, swallowing my gasps and cries, turning them into a shared secret between us. There’s only his mouth on mine—a hot, desperate kiss that says more than any words—and his dick inside me—a primal fuck that brands me like the cattle on our ranch.

At least that’s what it feels like.

I’m his. At least in this moment, I’m purely his.

I wrap my legs tighter around him, driving him deeper. His breath hitches, his movements become erratic, and as he thrusts, each nudge against my clit drives me further, further, further…until?—

“Oh my God, Jason!” The orgasm hits me with the force of a thousand hurricanes.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck and breathes heavily as I soar to the moon and then back, plummeting into my body as everything culminates in my pussy pulsing around his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for me, Angie. Only for me.”

“Only for you,” I echo.

Then, with one final thrust, a low growl escapes his lips, and he shudders against me.

Another wave of pleasure crashes through me at the same time, making me cry out. It’s overwhelming, a sense of completion unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. For a moment, we stay like that, holding on to each other as we ride out the aftershocks.

Slowly, reality seeps back in.

The coldness of the lab table. The acrid smell of formaldehyde.

But there’s something else too—the scent of us, of our shared moment. It’s musky, earthy, and the most delicious fragrance I’ve ever smelled.

The sweet and seductive smell of our secret.

Without saying a word, Jason reaches for my hand and threads his fingers through mine. In a strange way, holding his hand is more intimate than what just happened. A quiet understanding passes between us as we stand there, naked.

My phone rings once more, breaking through the heavy silence. The reminder of the world beyond the lab walls is intrusive. But I can’t bring myself to break away from him, to reach for it and face whatever message awaits me.

He turns toward me. His green eyes are unreadable under the fluorescent lights. He squeezes my hand lightly and then moves away from me and gathers his clothes.

“I should probably check that,” I say quietly, nodding toward the sound of my phone.

He says nothing while I find my phone inside the pocket of my discarded jeans.

Oh, God.

It’s Aunt Melanie.

Two missed calls, and a text.

Surprise! I’m coming to Boulder. Flight gets in at four. Dinner tonight, my treat!