Page 29 of The Live-In Temptation (Steele Brothers of Starlight Cove #2)

I walked her backward into the bathroom and kicked the door shut behind us, and then all I could focus on was her lips under mine.

The kiss wasn’t slow or sweet. It was hunger and desperation and need. It was weeks of deprivation with nowhere else to go.

It was a man at his fucking breaking point, tired of holding back.

Chloe gasped into my mouth, met my tongue stroke for stroke, her hands fisting in my shirt and tugging me closer. Closer. Even though we were already pressed together, it still wasn’t enough.

I wasn’t sure it’d ever be enough.

I hoisted her up, guiding her legs around my waist, and slammed her against the tile wall, every ounce of my self-control gone. Snapped like a twig.

“ God , Xander.” She hooked her ankles at the base of my spine and tightened her grip, as if she wanted me closer too.

“Are you going to say his name when I make you come?”

A spark of challenge lit in her eyes. “I don’t know. Are you going to pretend like this never happened tomorrow?”

“No.” I shook my head, darting my gaze over her flushed face and those kiss-swollen lips. “But I can promise you I’m going to dream about it. I can’t fucking stop dreaming about you.”

“You should maybe work on not sounding so pissed off at the girl you’re trying to fuck.”

“I am pissed off. You want to know why?” I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as I pinned her against the wall. Nipped at her jaw. Scraped my teeth down the column of her neck. This fucking wet dream come to life.

“Why?” she breathed, her fingers in my hair, holding my head to her.

“Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you stumbled out of that fucking shack.

Every night when I close my eyes, you’re there.

Every morning when I wake up, you’re there.

And every goddamn moment in between, you’re on my mind.

I can’t stop thinking about you, Chloe. And that’s a fucking problem. ”

“It only became a fucking problem when you decided to hold yourself back.” She tightened her legs around me and ground her pussy down against my cock, a whimper slipping past her lips. “So, are you ready to stop holding yourself back, Chief?”

A growl tore from my throat as that last thread restraining me finally broke. I unhooked her legs from around my waist, set her on her feet, and dropped to my knees in front of her.

“Wha—”

Before she could even get the word out, I had her leg over my shoulder and nothing more than a scrap of lace standing between me and her cunt.

The holes of the fishnets were wide enough that all I had to do was reach up and slide that little piece of purple fabric to the side.

And then there she was, just as pretty as I’d known she’d be.

That perfect little pussy, so pink and wet and ready for me.

Unable to wait another second, I dove in, licking a path straight through her slit before fixing my mouth to her. I groaned as soon as her taste hit my senses. She was sweet and tangy and every-fucking-thing I’d imagined she’d be.

She slid her hands into my hair, her hips rolling against my questing tongue, and I groaned into her flesh as I slipped two fingers inside her.

“ Fuck .” Surprise was laced in her tone as she stared down at me, her eyes darting over my face as I feasted on her like a starving man. “I’m gonna come already. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t ?—”

She let out a soft cry then, her fingers tightening in my hair as she held me firmly against her. I groaned as her taste flooded my mouth, and she rolled her hips, her pussy squeezing my fingers in a way that had me aching to feel it on my cock.

I didn’t even wait for the aftershocks to work their way through her body, too desperate to be inside her. To finally fuck this need that hadn’t waned a bit out of me.

Standing to my full height, I undid my fly and pulled out my cock, already leaking at the head for her. And then I lifted her up and pressed her against the wall again, her legs automatically going around my hips as I slid my dick through her slit and slammed home.

I captured her sharp cry with my mouth, sealing my lips over hers as I thrust inside over and over and over. Desperate to get closer. Desperate to make her come undone. Desperate to satisfy this unwavering need inside me.

Desperate for it to never end.

“You want to know why I didn’t talk about that night I watched you come?” I asked, our lips brushing, eyes connected as she clung to me. “Because I thought it was a dream.”

She inhaled sharply and dug her fingernails into the back of my neck, her eyes locked on mine.

“Because I’m always dreaming about you. I’ve fucked you a hundred different ways in my fantasies.”

“Tell me…”

“You want to know all the different ways I’ve been inside you?”

Not even a moment’s hesitation before she nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Of course you do, my dirty girl. You love when I talk to you like this, don’t you?”

“ Yes .”

“I’ve had you bent over the kitchen counter. I’ve had you riding me on the couch. I’ve had you laid out on my bed. I’ve feasted on your cunt so much there were some mornings I swore I could taste you when I woke up.”

I slammed into her, trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming bliss that was her pussy. She was so wet, so tight, so fucking hot, I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get a handle on myself.

“So, yeah. I thought I was dreaming because that’s the only place I ever allowed myself to have you.

” I scraped my teeth along her jaw, nipped her ear.

“But not anymore. Isn’t that right, chaos?

Now that I’ve tasted your sweet little pussy, sunk inside this tight cunt, there’s no stopping me now, is there?

I fucking knew you’d have me addicted with one goddamn taste. And I was right.”

“Xander, please …”

A groan rumbled in my chest at hearing her say my name while I was settled deep inside her. While her pussy was fluttering around me, already seeking release. “I remember what you need. You want me to tell you exactly what to do, don’t you, dirty girl?”

She tightened her hold on me, her ankles locking at my back, her nails scoring my flesh as she nodded rapidly.

“Reach down and rub that needy little clit. Make yourself come for me.”

Without hesitation, she did as I asked, reaching down between us, her fingers flying over her clit as I pounded into her.

“ God . I’m so close.”

“Do it. Come for me.” I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as I split my gaze between her wrecked and ravaged expression and the sight of her little cunt wrapped so tight around me.

Taking me in again and again. “Be my dirty girl, and come on my cock in the bathroom while you’re on a date with another man.

Show me exactly how much you love it when I fuck you. ”

She cried out then, her legs locking tighter around my hips as she shattered, her pussy milking every bit of sanity straight from my soul. I had no hope of doing anything but following her over the edge. I settled deep and exploded, my vision blurring as my cock spilled inside her.

I stayed like that for a beat too long, still pulsing, still catching my goddamn breath—like my body hadn’t gotten the message that it was over. That I’d already fucking come. When I finally pulled out of her, slow and shaky, the slick drag of it—of us—nearly made me groan again.

And that was when it hit me.

Skin. No barrier. Just her, wrapped tight around me, and the mess I’d left behind.

Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t fuck without a condom—ever. And the fact that I had a surprise four-year-old daughter even after that rule should’ve been enough to keep me on my goddamn toes about it.

But that was what Chloe did to me—made me lose my fucking mind.

My cock jerked at the realization that I’d been inside her bare. And it made me some kind of bastard that not only had I fucked her while she was out with another man, but I was going to smile at that asshole when she went back to their table, knowing her thighs were wet with our mixed come.