Page 38 of T-Bone (Steel Demons MC #11)

I turned slowly, one eyebrow raised. “Still wearing your leather pants, though. Planning on going out later?”

He gave me that crooked half-grin, the one that made me weak in places I really didn’t need to be weak right now. “Depends. You planning on wearing that tiny scrap of a dress much longer?”

I walked up to him, dragging a single finger along the trail of ink that started just under his collarbone and dipped toward his abs. “Not really. But I like the view from here.”

He caught my wrist before I could pull back and brought it to his lips. “You remember the first time we met?”

I blinked, surprised by the shift in tone. “Sure. You mean the time I showed up at the garage?”

He chuckled, warm and deep, “Wearing your fancy pantsuit, looking like you were about to serve a warrant.” He shook his head, nostalgia softening his voice. “And I thought, fuck , that woman is trouble on two legs.”

I smiled. “You weren’t wrong.”

“No,” he agreed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I wasn’t. But I also knew right then I wanted you. Didn’t care if you came with storm clouds or barbed wire.”

Before I could answer, he stepped back slightly and reached into the back pocket of his leather pants.

“You been hiding something in there this whole time?” I teased, my tone light even as my heart kicked into a gallop.

He pulled out a small, black velvet box and my breath caught.

His face changed—still that gruff, rough-edged man I loved, but serious now. Completely open.

“I know we’ve only known each other for a few months,” he said, voice gravel and truth. “But when you get to our age, you know what you want in life. I’m done playin’ the field. I’m a one-woman man, and I want that woman to be you.”

He opened the box. The ring wasn’t dainty. It wasn’t flashy. It was a dark sapphire nestled in a silver band. I suddenly remembered a strange conversation I’d had with Laura, Hawk’s old woman, a few weeks ago about gemstones. It all made sense now.

“Faith,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “Marry me?”

My heart jumped so hard it almost hurt. I’d known things between us were serious, but I hadn’t even let myself think about what came next.

And yet, before my brain could catch up, my mouth was already shouting, “Yes! Yes!”

His grin was everything—hot, sweet, wolfish. He slipped the ring on my finger, his hand lingering as he looked at me like I was already his and always had been. Then I launched into him, arms tight around his neck, pressing my mouth to his with so much force it stole my breath.

T-Bone kissed me back like he’d been waiting a lifetime. Deep, hungry, slow at first—his tongue teasing the seam of my lips, coaxing them open—then harder, more urgent, as his hands gripped my waist and pulled me flush against him.

I could feel the roughness of his stubble scraping my skin, the heat of his bare chest pressed to mine, my thin dress and bra the only flimsy barrier between us. His hand slid under the hem of my dress, up the curve of my thigh, his palm dragging along my skin in a way that made me tremble.

“God, Faith,” he rasped against my mouth. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Then show me,” I whispered.

He growled low in his throat, a sound that shot straight through me. He backed me toward the bed, kissing me all the while—my jaw, my neck, the spot below my ear that made my knees go weak. I was gasping by the time the backs of my thighs hit the mattress.

He stripped my dress off in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there in my lace bra and panties, my skin flushed, my chest rising fast. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly down my side, over my ribs, to rest at the dip of my waist. “You always do.”

“Then die happy,” I said with a grin.

He kissed me again, fierce and deep, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other moving to my back to unclasp my bra.

The moment it dropped, his mouth was on me, trailing heat across my collarbone, down between my breasts.

My head tipped back with a soft cry as his lips and tongue learned every inch.

I reached down, fumbling with the button on his leather pants. “Still wearing these?”

“Was waiting for the right moment,” he smirked.

“Well,” I breathed, tugging them open, “the moment’s here.”

He shucked them off and stood before me, fully bare now, gloriously unfiltered. I ran my hands over his chest, across the tattoos inked into his skin, down the ridges of muscle that flexed beneath my touch. I stopped just before reaching his cock, which kicked in response.

“Tease,” he said.

“Just prolonging the anticipation.”

His hands found the curve of my hips, lifting me and laying me back onto the bed like I was something precious. He hovered above me, his gaze devouring mine, and the weight of that look—so full of hunger and tenderness—stole the breath from my lungs.

He leaned down and kissed me again, slower now, dragging it out.

His lips were soft, but his tongue was commanding, deepening the kiss until I was melting beneath him.

His hand slid down my side and into my panties, fingers exploring like he already knew what I needed and was more than happy to deliver.

My body arched into him, and he growled into my mouth. “You’re so damn perfect, Faith. You’re so fucking wet.”

I was panting, desperate for more. I tugged at his shoulders, pulling him closer as his fingers explored me. Our skin met in hot, needy friction, a thousand points of contact sparking between us.

He took his hand away and I ached from the emptiness, then slowly he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean of my juices. My hips shifted involuntarily seeking him.

“Fuck me, T-Bone. I want to feel you inside me,” I said, my voice hoarse with need.

He gave another wolfish grin as he rolled his hips causing his cock to rub along my clit, “So fucking wet.”

When he finally pushed into me, it wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate. Intimate. His eyes locked on mine, like he needed to watch my face, needed to feel every inch of me take him in. My hands gripped his back, my nails digging into muscle, my legs wrapping around him as he began to move.

The rhythm built slowly at first—deep, dragging strokes that made me gasp and cling to him. He kissed me between every breath, his mouth trailing across my cheek, my jaw, my shoulder, whispering my name like a promise.

We moved together like we’d done this a thousand times. Like we’d been made to find each other here, in this moment. The build of the orgasm inside me grew sharp and desperate, fire curling low and tight. I could feel him shaking above me, barely holding on.

“I love you,” I gasped, voice breaking.

His mouth found mine again. “Forever, baby.”

The world splintered apart as pleasure ripped through me, fierce and shattering. I cried out his name, and he followed a heartbeat later, groaning low as he collapsed against me, breathless and trembling.

We lay tangled in each other afterward, our skin slick and hearts racing. His hand found mine between us and laced our fingers together, the new ring warm on my finger, pressed between our palms.

The city lights still burned outside the window, bright and wild.

But here in this bed, in his arms, I had everything I needed.

The End

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