Free Heart of Steele by Randi Alexander

hot sparks up her spine
to sizzle in her brain. Her hips jerked in a rapid motion, and he
followed her lead to plunge his fingers in and pull them out,
following her rhythm.
    His lips settled around her clit and sucked
softly, his tongue thrashing to some wild pattern that hit every
nerve and sucked away her ability to breath.
    When one of his fingers slid back to touch
her anal opening, she let loose, her core clenched around his
fingers, heat flooded her, burning red behind her eyelids as the
climax blew through her brain, numbing her to everything but his
touch. The cry echoing in the room had to be hers, but her mind
ceased to recognize anything but the pleasure he gave her.
    When she sucked in a breath and her brain
cells slowly began working again, she opened her eyes to watch
Steele licking her pussy lips clean of her honey.
    “Sugar sweet.” As he sucked his fingers, his
gaze met hers. “This is my new favorite treat.”
    A smile broke across her face. He had such a
way with words. “Available any time you get hungry.”
    He laughed, stood, and tugged her against
him.
    She relaxed into his strong arms and he set
her in the warm water. A chill ran along her skin as her tingling
nerve endings warmed.
    Lying next to her, he cradled her head on his
arm. “Thank you, Tracy. For letting me taste you.”
    She ran her hand over his chest, playing in
the light hairs between his pecs and down his belly. “Thank you for
showing me how much I needed that.” She met his gaze. “Needed you.”
In his arms, in his house, she felt safe, as though nothing bad
could reach her.
    His fingers traced her jaw and drifted down
her throat. “Wanna do it again?” His eyes gleamed and a crooked
smile curved his mouth.
    The back of her hand brushed his cock. She
licked her lips. “Your turn, now.” She wrapped her fingers around
his rock-hard penis.
    He jerked and closed his eyes, stacking his
hands behind his head and leaned back, a wicked grin on his
face.
    Under the water, his shaft was slick and hot,
and she stroked him, twisting her hand and brushing her thumb over
his knob. But she didn’t want to just use her hand on him, she had
to taste him.
    Tracy sat up and reached for the drain
plug.
    “We done already?”
    “I want you in my mouth, not just in my
hand.”
    His eyelids drooped and he let out a quiet
groan. “Sounds like a chocolate commercial.”
    Running her hands along his legs, she
puckered her lips. “Or do you want to go into the other room?”
    “Uh uh. This is your bath. I don’t want to
cut it short.” He flattened his palms on the ledge of the tub,
pulled himself up, and settled in the wide corner, his feet and
calves still in the water. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he
locked his gaze with hers. “This work for ya?”
    Damn, the man was gorgeous. Muscled calves
and thighs, his ball sac heavy below his big, dripping-wet
cock.
    Tracy crawled through the water and bubbles
toward him. “It’ll work.” She nibbled on the inside of his knee
then kissed along his inner thigh, closer to where he held his cock
for her. Sexy as sin, just looking at him gave her belly that hot,
lovely ache that needed to be filled with all seven thick inches of
him.
    When she turned her head to his other thigh
and left a trail of kisses away from his groin, he bonked her on
the head with his staff.
    “Hey.” His voice cracked. “You forgot
something.”
    A giggle rippled out of her. “You’re not only
sexy...” She bit his thigh lightly, leaving a red mark. “You’re
hilarious, too.”
    “Just think of me as sexy, sugar. I don’t
need you picturing me in a clown suit.”
    She froze. “Oh hell, now I’m picturing you in
a clown suit.”
    He released his cock and dropped his head
back against the wall. “Damn.”
    She took the opportunity to shock him by
taking half his cock into her mouth and sucking.
    He shuddered. “Damn.” This time the word
rolled low and slow.
    Hot and iron-hard, his cock smelled