Steele Page 4

  She ran her hands over the stubble on his scalp and held him tight to her. Steele’s mouth moved over her jaw and down to her throat. Marla let her head fall back as he kissed her, offering herself to him completely, holding nothing back.

  Marla’s hands found their way beneath his shirt and she was astonished at how tightly muscled he was. His clothes did him little justice, hiding all this wonderful flesh from view. She pushed his shirt up and he set her down and removed it the rest of the way himself. Marla pulled off her own shirt, leaving her bra between them. Steele then scooped her back up in his arms and let his mouth move over her collarbone with hot intensity.

  Steele carried her out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. An enormous California king-sized bed waited for them in the center of the room. Steele laid her down upon it with gentle care and looked at her intently. “Do you want this, Marla?” he asked, giving her one more opportunity to back out.

  “Yes,” she gasped, reaching for him.

  Steele caught one of her hands and pressed a hot kiss to the center of her palm. “Tell me if I’m going too fast for you.”

  Marla moaned and arched up to him as he came down upon her on the bed. He fanned her hair out on the pillow, positioning each lock just so until he was satisfied with it. He straddled her and his hands went to the front clasp of her bra and released it. Her breasts spilled free and he was there to catch them, cupping them tenderly in his hands, kneading and stroking them until she gasped.

  Her nipples were hard and long, swollen with the need for his touch. He pulled at them teasingly with his fingertips, rubbing and stroking them like she suddenly longed to rub and stroke his cock. His mouth came down and covered her there, burning her with the heat of his kiss and she gasped, arching into his caress. His hand covered her other breast as he suckled her, kneading and plumping it over and over with his huge palm and strong fingertips.

  His hand moved down over her body, onto the slight swell of her stomach, and he petted her there like he might a kitten. His fingers tangled on the fastening to her jeans and her breath caught behind her suddenly parched lips. The button gave way, then the zipper, and Steele slid his hand into the waistband of her panties.

  He covered the mound of her sex with his hand. His long fingers curled down, cupping her fully, and he spread the lips of her pussy wide. The tips of his large fingers dipped into her wetness and spread it up to her clit. He rubbed the small nub of flesh and lightning seemed to arc through her at the touch.

  The lights in the bedroom flickered then went out. The bulbs had blown, leaving them in total darkness.

  Marla gasped for air. “Sorry,” she apologized for the startling interruption.

  “It’s all right,” he soothed, chuckling softly and still gently stroking that wicked finger over the swell of her clit. His mouth sucked hard upon her nipple then released it with a wet popping noise. He moved his lips over to her other breast and she forgot all about the lights.

  Steele leaned back and stripped her pants from her legs. He spread her legs wide and lowered his body between them. His fingers wandered beneath the crotch of her panties and he was stroking her clit again, making her gasp.

  “You’re so wet,” he growled.

  And Steele was so hard he felt like a stone giant as he loomed over her in the bed. But Marla reveled in his obvious strength, her hands kneading the bulging muscles of his biceps, filling her hands with the intoxicating feel of his power.

  He moved down her body, his lips trailing from her breast to her belly to her hip. His fingers pushed the crotch of her panties aside further and then his mouth covered her.

  Marla cried out her surprise and it turned into a moan as his skillful tongue darted out to lap at her clit. As he gave her his most sensual kiss, he brought both of her legs up over his shoulders, opening her even more fully to his caress, making her feel vulnerable and small in the face of his sheer strength and overwhelming size.

  His lips and tongue played with her, teasing her, tempting her. She grew impossibly wetter beneath his touch. He suckled the outer lips of her labia, making soft, wet noises with his mouth against her, and his fingers stroked her slit over and over until she was sobbing for breath.

  Steele rose up over her and took her hands. He sat back on his feet and pulled her astride his hips. Marla’s fingers caught the clasp of his jeans and made short work of undoing it. He was wearing briefs, which Marla pushed down, and his enormous cock fell like a weight into her hands.

  He was incredibly well endowed, that much was obvious. Marla had never seen a cock so large, so thick, so long and wide. His skin was smooth and he was uncircumcised so that his foreskin was like a silken blanket around his sex. She stroked him from tip to base and back again, marveling at the beauty of him, and watched as a droplet of pre cum wept out of the opening in his penis.

  Steele pushed her back gently and removed his pants and briefs. He then tore her panties from her and brought her back astride him. He leaned back and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy.

  He caught her gaze with his. “There’s no turning back now,” he said, and slid slowly into her.

  Her body, unaccustomed to the invasion of his, tightened as he filled her. She felt stretched, burned by his cock, but it was a feeling she reveled in and welcomed more of as he entered her inch by thick, delicious inch. His body was so hot against hers that she was soon perspiring, as was he. Their bodies slid against each other, moist and smelling of spicy, sweet sex.

  He was only halfway inside her when her body suddenly clamped down upon his. She came softly with a shudder as he held her gently against him. Her body milked his, trembling and squeezing around his cock until they were both gasping for air.

  When it was over, Steele pressed further into her. He was so large and so strong, but he was gentle as a spring rain in the way he handled her. He demanded no more than her body was willing to give him, sliding to the heart of her with easy patience and care.

  He put his hands beneath her bottom and brought her closer against him. Her legs spread wider about his hips and she hooked her ankles behind his waist for leverage. She gasped and trembled, her body still in that post-coital world that she hadn’t experienced in over two years, and he held her tenderly until she eased against him once more.

  Steele lifted her easily with his hands and brought her back down. He did all the work, helping her to ride him with nothing but his incredible strength. She slid up and down on his cock, her body making soft, wet sucking noises with every movement they made together.

  Her nipples scraped against his chest and he lifted her so that his mouth could suckle her there. His teeth scraped against her tender flesh and she cried out, clutching him to her. His lips drew on her like a babe, pulling at her nipples until they were long and hard as diamonds.

  His hands were at her waist, lifting and lowering her on his dick, but they were gentle and light, as if he were still affording her the opportunity to pull back.

  No way in hell was she stopping things now. She’d never felt so alive, so powerful and beautiful as she did in Steele’s muscular arms. Her long hair cocooned them and Marla rested her forehead against Steele’s, lips aching for his kiss. He took her mouth as he took her body, softly, gently and tenderly. His tongue slid in alongside hers, filling her with the wild and untamed flavor of him.

  Marla’s body drew tight on the wrack of pleasure. She fought to move faster on him, but Steele held her steady and sure in his arms. Marla gasped and tore her mouth away from his. “Please,” she begged, not even knowing what she was begging for.

  The lights beyond the room flickered wildly.

  Steele’s body surged up into hers, balls deep, and Marla cried out her surprise. He moved her faster upon him, harder and deeper, until she was sobbing for breath. His hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass and she moaned. One of his fingers traced the cleft of her bottom and she was lost.

  Marla came again with a tiny scream that was silenced by Steele’
s mouth. She quivered in his arms, seeing bright pinpoints of light like stars behind her tightly shut eyelids. Her body unraveled, the wave of release too great to withstand. She screamed again and fell limply against his massive chest, gasping for air.

  The lights beyond the room flickered wildly.

  Steele pounded into her, hard, harder and then he too found the bright climax, groaning his satisfaction aloud like a mighty jungle cat. His cock swelled and pulsed inside her cunt, spurting his cum deep inside the heart of her until she was wet and burning with his juices.

  When their breathing had calmed, Steele reached up and tucked an errant stand of hair behind her ear. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

  Marla smiled blissfully and nuzzled his neck. “Not at all.”

  “God you make me feel so good.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and held her tight against him.

  “Me too. I haven’t felt this good in…well, I can’t even remember,” she admitted with a laugh.

  From somewhere beyond the bedroom Marla heard a clock strike eleven. “I need to get home and get some sleep if I’m going to be worth anything tomorrow.”

  “You could always stay here,” Steele offered hopefully.

  Marla shook her head. “I have to go home. I need a change of clothes and my medication.”

  Steele grunted. “Let’s get dressed then and I’ll take you home.”

  Getting dressed was much harder to do with Steele’s hands roaming over her body every other breath, but somehow Marla managed. Then it was her turn to stroke his body as he dressed, roving her hands all over him. It was fun to play and unwind after a hard day…and a hard ride.

  Marla gathered her things and followed Steele out of his quarters. She still wasn’t used to all the winding corridors of the Sterling compound, but she was learning fast. They made it out to the parking lot where Steele’s Expedition waited in less than five minutes. Steele gallantly helped her up into the cab of the vehicle, his hand lingering on her arm.

  “I’m not a man who can tolerate a one-night stand.”

  “Me either. I mean,” she amended quickly, “I’m not a woman who can tolerate a one-night stand either.” She grinned.

  He closed her door and walked around the vehicle to enter on the driver’s side. His silvery gray gaze burned her, roving from her head to her toes, lingering on her lips, breasts and sex. Marla blushed and ate him up with her own eyes in return.

  “Will you stay with me tomorrow night?” he asked softly. “I’ll make us some steaks and baked potatoes. And after…we can do whatever you like.”

  Marla smiled. “Yes. I’d very much enjoy that.”

  Steele reached over and took her hand in his, not letting go until they pulled up in front of her house.

  Chapter Five

  Steele helped her down out of the vehicle. When she was on her feet, he held her close to his heart. Marla hugged him back, feeling safer now than she had ever since waking up with one year of her life lost forever.

  She stirred against him. “Why didn’t you help me into the truck this morning?”

  Steele chuckled softly. “I was afraid of what I’d do if I touched you,” he admitted.

  Marla blushed. “I see. Well, I’m glad you feel more comfortable touching me now,” she laughed.

  “Comfort has nothing to do with it.” His gaze burned and he rubbed his erection against her belly. “I do love to touch you though.” He stroked his hand down her back, his hand so wide and large that it nearly spanned her entire back.

  Steele walked her up to the front porch, lingering as they reached it. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue delving deep. He pulled her into his arms, lifting her feet off the ground, and held her tight, his lips demanding on hers, as if he would never let her go.

  He set her back down on her feet and pressed one last lingering kiss to her lips. “If I don’t leave now, you won’t get any sleep tonight.”

  His wicked promise made her knees turn to water and she leaned against him to keep from falling. He steadied her then turned to go. Dazed, euphoric, Marla turned to go into the house.

  The door opened with nothing more than a push. She must have forgotten to lock it, though she’d never forgotten it before. She hated having such a short memory for ordinary things like this. More than likely, she’d be feeling these aftereffects of her coma for the rest of her life. It was a depressing thought.

  All this was happening just because she’d tried to change a lightbulb. It sickened her how easily she’d been brought low by a simple fall.

  She turned on a light in her living room and gave a loud scream when she saw the man waiting there for her. Marla backed up, wanting to distance herself from the stranger standing in her home as though he owned it. The man watched her and slowly put his hand beneath the suit coat he wore. He pulled out an impressive-looking gun—big and silver, it glinted in the dim light—and pointed it at her.

  “Have a seat, Ms. Rivers,” he said softly, menacingly.

  Marla plunked limply down on her couch, keeping her eyes focused on the gun at all times. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Daniel Press, the acting junior director of Siren Corp.”

  Marla felt her eyes go wide. “I thought I’d seen the last of you people?”

  “I decided to try and persuade you, personally, one more time to allow us to study you.” His teeth glinted in the light. A razor blade smile. The smile of a predator.

  “I’ve already told you no. My answer hasn’t changed,” she said bravely, feeling anything but. “A gun isn’t going to make me change my mind, either.”

  “I could shoot you.”

  “Killing me isn’t going to help you understand my quirks.”

  “Who said anything about killing you?” He fired the gun at her feet and she jumped up on the couch with a shriek, the explosion ringing in her ears. “The next bullet will be in your kneecap. You can count on it. I’m an excellent shot and we’ve doctors on standby in case it becomes necessary.”

  Marla’s heart went cold with fear.

  There came a sound at her door. “Marla? You forgot your purse in—” Steele halted mid-sentence as he saw Daniel. Daniel, surprised by the interruption, squeezed the trigger of the gun, pointing it squarely at Steele. Marla screamed at him to move, but it was too late. The gun went off with another mighty roar.

  Steele didn’t even flinch. He stood there and took the shot, unafraid of any damage it might cause. Miraculously, magically, it didn’t cause him any harm at all. The bullet bounced off him, the slug falling uselessly to the floor at his feet.

  Marla’s jaw dropped in shock. The light in the ceiling blew with a loud popping noise in the sudden stillness, plunging the room into a shadowy darkness.

  “Damn it, Steele. Don’t interfere. This isn’t any of your concern.” Daniel growled from the shadows.

  Steele ignored him and stepped further into the room, reaching Marla’s side and stepping protectively in front of her. Daniel had the gun trained on them as they stood together united against him. “I beg to differ. She’s working with us now. Leave her be. We both know you don’t want blood on your hands over this.”

  “One day, Steele, I’m going to find a way to hurt you. And when I do…” He made a dramatic slicing motion across his throat.

  Daniel kept the gun trained on them as he walked around them to the door. Steele reached out and snatched the gun from his hand, crunching it in his fists. Marla watched with disbelief.

  Daniel suddenly screamed and clutched his head. He fell to the floor, writhing in agony. “Stop it,” he shrieked. “Stop it Marla!”

  Marla looked at Steele and shook her head. She had no idea what she was doing, if she was indeed doing anything at all.

  Daniel choked out a scream, grasping his head in his fisted hands. Steele walked over to him, bent down and pried open one of Daniel’s eyelids. “He’s not faking,” Steele said, looking back at Marla.

  “Of course I’m not faking,” Daniel spat unevenl
y, groaning.

  Steele lifted him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out onto the front lawn. Once there, Daniel seemed to ease, but the moment Marla stepped out onto her porch, he clutched at his head again with another agonized scream. Steele took Daniel’s head in his own hands and carefully looked through his hair.

  Steele pinched something off Daniel’s scalp and held it up to the moonlight. Immediately Daniel eased, shuddering quietly on the ground.

  “What is it?” Marla had to ask.

  “It looks like a microchip,” Steele said. “You must have interfered with it somehow. No wonder Siren wants you so badly.” He grabbed Daniel’s collar again and put his face close to the weakened man’s. “What is this thing for?”

  Daniel spat in his face.

  Steele shook him. “You’ll tell me what this is for one way or another. Choose wisely.”

  Daniel sobbed for breath. “It’s top secret. You can’t have the technology.”

  “I don’t want the technology. But you’ll tell me what it’s for and quit stalling.”

  “It’s a cerebral enhancing chip,” Daniel said at last. “It’s meant to improve motor skills and brain power.”

  “How does it work? It’s not surgically implanted—how can it work?”

  “It doesn’t need to be implanted surgically.”

  “So what do you do, just plant them on people willy-nilly?” Marla asked, incredulous.

  “Absolutely. We can put them on anyone,” Daniel said with a smug smile.

  “And you’re testing this thing on humans? On yourself? Do your financial backers in the White House know what you’re up to?”

  “We’ve gone beyond testing. We have outfitted over a dozen men and women with the chip. And as for the government, they’re on a need-to-know basis only, you know that from your own work at Sterling,” he said slyly. He turned to look at Marla. “Did you know that the big guy here is a vigilante? He goes out almost every night to find the so-called bad guys and dispose of them one way or another.”