“You good?” Maestro asked. “The security system is up and running, groceries are put away and you’ve got the place mostly to yourselves. We’ve taken a couple of the suites. There’s a kitchenette and the home theater we’re using, so give us a shout if you need us.”
Breezy’s face showed her panic at the idea of being alone with him. Steele immediately stepped between her and the other two men. “We’re good,” he assured.
Maestro saluted him, and the two men sauntered off, leaving him alone with Bree at last. He took her hand and led her away from the panels of floor-to-ceiling glass so he could show her the rest of the house. He took her up the winding staircase. It was wide, the stairs curving around to the second floor.
Unlike most of the other members of Torpedo Ink who had purchased homes in Caspar, Steele had furnished his. Why, he had no idea, because he didn’t actually stay there. He had bought this particular home because he loved the outside, the views and the master bedroom, but more importantly, he knew when he found Breezy, she would love it.
The suite was enormous, and he needed space. Lots of it. He had spent so much of his time in confinement that he couldn’t take closed-in places. He liked to be able to see what was coming at him long before it reached him. The house was mainly in white, ivory or a light gray, making it aesthetically pleasing to him.
The bedroom had a gas fireplace with a long row of flames. The television was recessed into the darker stone above the thick white stone surrounding the built-in fireplace. The throw rug was white with gray accents. He especially loved the view from the huge window and glass door leading to the balcony. The room also had a frameless, stand-alone shower and tub and his and her closets that someone could live in. The frameless shower was a large rectangle made of glass. The sprawling views were tremendous in almost every direction.
He indicated the shower. “I fuckin’ love that.”
For the first time, a ghost of a smile touched her mouth. He watched her eyes dance for just a moment.
“You would. You have a thing about wearing clothes.”
“That’s true.” He caught her hand and dragged her to the large window that took up nearly one wall. “Look at this view. Nothing like it, unless you’re outside in the backyard.”
She pressed herself up against the glass, staring, just as he knew she would. The view was spectacular. “Oh, my God,” she whispered in awe.
Steele removed his colors and put them on the table beside the bed. While she was staring out, looking at the wide expanse of ocean, the waves crashing and rolling, he sank down onto the bed and removed his motorcycle boots and socks.
“I can’t believe you own this, Steele.”
He came up behind her, sliding one hand under her jacket and shirt so his palm covered bare skin. He was a master at seduction. Every Torpedo Ink member was. It was what they’d been raised from birth to do. Seduce. Kill. They had complete control of their bodies. They also controlled the body of their chosen victim—or partner.
Breezy was his woman and he knew everything that aroused her. He’d made it an art to seduce her. To please her. To bring her every bit of pleasure possible under their circumstances. Now, he had her without the Swords surrounding them, which gave him endless possibilities. He hadn’t forgotten one detail. Not one. He’d introduced her to so many pleasures and intended to introduce her to many more.
He kept his hand there, the pad of one finger stroking her bare skin. She was soft. He closed his eyes and savored the way her skin felt. She didn’t move. She didn’t make a sound. He had known she wouldn’t. Breezy might not want to be his, but she was. She belonged to him and she always would, just as he knew there would be no other for him.
He knew as much as he was deliberately seducing her, she was doing the same for him, although innocently. She wasn’t in the least trying and his body was already hers and always would be. He pushed the hair aside from the back of her neck and leaned in to inhale her scent and then blow warm air on her nape. He felt the little tremor that went through her body. It was subtle, but he was acutely tuned to every nuance.
He pressed his lips against her nape. Just touched her there. “Isn’t the view incredible? I did worry about lighting. If, for instance, we wanted to sleep in, the morning light would wake us up early. On the other hand, I’d hate to cover the view, so I had electronic blackout drapes installed. What do you think?” He kissed her again, more for himself this time.
“Steele.”
There was apprehension in her voice. Caution. She wanted to escape, but both of them knew there was no way that was going to happen.
“Breezy.” He let the genuine ache into his voice. The absolute need. He knew, above anything else, that would be seductive, even irresistible to her.
She shook her head, but she didn’t move, not even when he reached around her and unbuttoned the jacket. His jacket. He had been careful to pack one that didn’t have his colors on it. The club was a problem, and that was way down the line of things to address. He slid the jacket down her arms, not moving back even an inch so he had to carefully work the denim from between them.
She shivered. Shook her head a second time. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“It’s the only good idea I’ve had in a very long time.” He pressed another kiss to her neck this time, and then her shoulder. That always was one of her very erogenous spots and nothing had changed. Her breath hitched.
He felt her hesitate again and then she started to push away from the glass, away from him, and he knew she was thinking of those three women he’d partied with. Dick move. Stupid. And it hadn’t done a damn thing for him except nearly lose his woman all over again. He also knew she had known the moment they entered the house that he would have her. She knew what would happen, and she’d entered anyway. He knew that was her consent. Intellectually, she didn’t want him, and he couldn’t blame her, but her body needed his nearly as much as he needed her. Still, he didn’t want to give her the time to talk herself out of it, and she was thinking about doing just that.
He knew Breezy. He knew what got her going fast, and it wasn’t a gentle seduction. That was foreplay, but it wasn’t what would tip the scales in his favor. He caught the hem of her shirt and ripped it over her head, tossing it aside. At the same time, he took control of the nape of her neck and pushed her against the glass aggressively.
Her breath exploded out of her lungs in a gasp of pure need. He stripped away her bra and had his palms filled with her generous breasts. For a moment he heard the roar of his blood in his ears, felt the chaos in his head. That fever of need only Breezy could bring him. He woke up night after night needing her. A frenzy of desire. A fever. His head pounded as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. A million ugly images poured in, images only Breezy could drive out.
He took a breath and let himself just feel the soft weight of her breasts while his mouth took her neck, trailing burning kisses, using the edge of his teeth and his seductive tongue from her neck to her ear and back to her shoulder. Then his fingers were at her nipples. He’d fallen in love with her nipples. He liked that she was sensitive in a way he could play, not so sensitive that she didn’t like the things he did.
“Kick off your shoes.” He didn’t ask. He made it a command.
Breezy responded to his demands and the more he poured authority into his voice, the more she wanted him. It was the first thing he’d noticed about her and the one that turned him on the most. She was perfect for him. Made for him. He needed that from her and she’d always given it to him. She did now. She toed her shoes off obediently.
“Open your jeans.” His voice had turned gravelly. A growl more than human. His cock felt as if it might explode. The first time wasn’t going to be slow. It had been too long for him. Far too long.
Steele knew her body and the moment she complied, dropping her hands to the waistband and opening her jeans, he spun her around and yanked on the offending denim, almost desperate to get to her. He wasn’t a desperate man. He was a deliberate one. His seductions were always thoughtful, methodical, all about his intended prey. He didn’t know if he could keep this time all about Breezy. Fortunately, she responded to his aggression.