Free Seducing Steve by Maggie Wells Page A

her head to inspect the remaining kernels of corn in the bowl. Steve balled his fingers into fists to keep from stroking her spun-gold tresses. “What do you want to do that you’ve never done?”
    The question knocked the breath out of him.
    I want to hold you and kiss you and tell you I love you. I want you to love me back. I want to make love to you so slow and soft you’ll beg me for more. I want to fuck you so hard you scream. Repeatedly.
    The ache in his jaw told him he had to unclench his teeth. Pressure built in his lungs, forcing the oxygen issue.
    “You mean like skydiving?” he asked, attempting a lighter tone.
    “I mean in bed.” Sara placed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. She brushed the curtain of golden hair over her shoulder and turned to face him. “Come on, tell me what your kink is,” she cajoled.
    “Maybe I don’t have any kink.”
    “No kink; got it.”
    Steve felt his hackles rise, his masculine pride injured by her easy assumption. He gritted his teeth. The ball of uncertainty knotting in his stomach lodged like a rock, and the plush cushions of her couch became the proverbial hard place. “I said maybe,” he muttered, stalling for time.
    “These are not hard questions,” she prodded. “What do you think about? What gets you hot? Is there something that scares you just enough to get you off?”
    Weak. Her probing questions made him feel weak. How do you tell a woman with such a vivid imagination that your wildest fantasy includes waking up with her in the morning and the possibility of a passel of kids someday?
    Not that he had anything against hot sex. He liked it. A lot. How could he possibly explain that he nearly incinerated each time she simply touched him? He had no good answer, so he made a desperate grab for the safety of argument. Fixing her with a pointed stare he drawled, “Sugar, just because I fantasize about doing something, doesn’t mean I haven’t already done it.”
    Sara blinked. Confusion clouded her brilliant blue eyes only to be chased away by a flash of anger. “Fine.”
    He bit back a smile. The waspish tone of her voice unleashed a smidgen of joy. Happiness was quickly squelched when, like a dog worrying a bone, she kept after him.
    “What gets you hot?”
    “You.” He met her frank stare, daring her to argue with his assertion.
    Sara rolled her eyes, plucked the remote from her lap, and pointed it at the television. “Fine. Watch the stupid movie,” she muttered, lunging for the bowl again.
    “I’m just being honest with you.”
    “You’re being evasive.”
    “I am not,” he scoffed. “You asked what gets me hot—you do. You want to know what scares me just enough to get me off; that’s you too. Fantasies? I’ve fantasized about being with you a thousand times, Sara, and that’s probably just in the last year.”
    He grabbed the remote from her lap and killed the power on the television without a glance.
    “Why me?” she asked.
    The breathless whisper of her voice made a lump rise in his throat. Words gathered like pebbles, piling up against the knot of fear that kept him silent. He swallowed them, attempting to force the lump down too.
    “Looked in a mirror lately, Sugar?”
    “Sugar? I thought I was darlin’.”
    “Right now, you’re annoying as all hell,” he grumbled.
    “I’m only trying to get you to talk to me. We haven’t talked much lately.”
                He gaped at her, the injustice of her accusation setting alarm bells ringing in his head. “I’ve been here every night this week!”
    “And we haven’t been talking.”
    “What? Is that my fault?”
    “No, I’m just saying that conversation hasn’t been high on the list of things to do.”
    He ran his hand through his hair then pushed off of the couch. “We haven’t been together long enough to be having this fight.”
    Sara pounced. “Together? Are we together?”
    The scoff in her voice cut him to the quick. He gaped at her. His brain sent