Steele (The Elite Forces Book 4)

by Kathy Coopmans

  “Don’t think. Just do what you feel,” I say truthfully. He forces himself to focus on me once again as if he’s searching for any sign to tell him to stop. I don’t give him one. I want this.

  He rolls over to his back, taking me with him. This leaves me on top, completely exposed, while his hands lightly trail from my collarbone to just above my panties. His strong fingers begin to pull sensations to the surface that I’ve never experienced. Sensations that overwhelm me and make me feel cherished at the same time.

  I slide my hands behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting the lace fall from my fingertip as I hold it off to the side. His eyes look to my chest, then quickly back to my face before he sits up to kiss the skin I’ve never allowed anyone else to see. The warmth of his mouth is my focus now as he slides his tongue across the tips of my nipples, bringing out a perfect tightness as every nerve in my body comes to life.

  Suddenly, the thought of my inexperience makes me nervous. What if I bore him and he never looks in my direction again? “Are you sure you want this?” he whispers against my skin, and I swallow around my nervousness and answer.

  “I want this.” He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before kissing me with a desire that matches my own, his hands never pausing from leaving a trail of warmth across my back and over my panties.

  “I’ll buy you a new pair.” He barely gets the words out as he rips the sides of my brand new lace panties, both exciting me and tempting me to put him in his place about it. It’s then that he rolls us both over again, putting me on my back and him stalking over me as he takes in my completely naked body.

  “So beautiful.” His breath sends chills over my stomach and down my legs as his lips spread kisses along my body. “You’re killing me, Grace.” Killing him? He’s killing me with every touch, every warm, chilling breath.

  He slides his hands under my backside and lifts my hips toward his face, my legs automatically resting on his shoulders. With one solid lick of his tongue, I’m in instant chaos and find myself begging for him to do it again. He doesn’t disappoint and this time circles his tongue around my clit, never pulling his tongue away from me.

  My grip on the sheets beside me only tightens as he pulls me further away from sanity and into a swirl of emotions I had no idea I could feel. My body clenches and prepares for the euphoric rush he brings, and before I can comprehend what I’m doing, I’m screaming through my first orgasm while he devours me, never letting me go, even when I work to squirm away from him when my skin becomes too sensitive to allow his touch.

  I jerk and quiver until the high becomes a free fall of relaxation flowing through my body. He peers at me through squinted eyes as he sets my hips down once again. My grip on the sheet lessens and I lie still, apart from the slight shift of my hips inviting him to continue my undoing.

  He reaches over the bed and pulls open a drawer. “Thank god. Remind me to thank Harris for this one day.” He goes back to his knees as he pushes down his shorts, almost simultaneously sliding on the condom he got out of the side table.

  I watch him roll the rubber over his thick shaft, veins bulging their way to the surface as he does. “First time seeing a dick?” His question pulls my attention back to his face. I’m embarrassed, but he already knew I was a virgin. He should’ve known I’ve never seen anything either.

  “Yes.” He strokes himself as he breathes out heavily. I can see doubt wash over his face and know I need to pull him back in if he’s going to do this with me. I sit up and slide my nails across his back, pulling him down on me as I fall to the bed again.

  “Are you sure?” He waits for my response but doesn’t move a muscle, except for the twitching dick between us.

  “I’m positive.” I can’t seem to get close enough to him while I anticipate how he is going to feel. How am I going to adjust to something that size? He slips a finger between my legs, gliding through my wetness before he slides it inside me.

  “Fuck, you’re tight. I’m going to tear you apart, Grace.” His words should scare me, but I know he won’t.

  “No, you won’t; just go slow.” My hips are begging for the movement his hand is making. The pressure from his thumb rubbing circles is making me crazy again with each thrust of his finger inside me. He slows his movements, adding another finger, stretching me as he does. Jesus, if I’m having to adjust to his fingers like this, I’ll probably pass out when he puts his dick inside me.

  “Just breathe for me, Grace. Let me work my way into you.” He’s patient and gentle with his touch, thankfully making me feel desired as he gets me through the awkwardness. Once his fingers are entering with ease, he lines himself up at my entrance. He covers my mouth with his and slides the tip inside.

  I hold back a gasp and bite his bottom lip when he slides a little further in. He’s inching himself inside me, drawing back in short thrusts until it becomes easier. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” He’s holding back his aggression for me, I can tell. His slow, steady movements are making him just as insane as they are me.

  “Trevor, don’t hold back. I want the real you.” As soon as I stop talking, he thrusts deep inside me, breaking through a barrier I thought he had already torn down. His depth shocks me, but he pulls partially out of me just as quickly as he entered.

  “You still with me?” His hand calms the wild hair in my face.

  “Yes.” And with that he rotates his hips again, driving deep inside me over and over again, bringing me slow pleasure with every move he makes, each time hitting me internally. He groans when my hips start moving to match his.

  “You feel so fucking good.” His restraint is obvious. His tenderness warms me while I allow him to take all of me and me to take him.

  I speak between thrusts, knowing I don’t make any sense but not caring what sounds I make, either. I’ve imagined many times what sex would be like. There is no imagining compared to the real thing. It’s satisfying bliss. He makes me lose all comprehension, and when he begins to make me feel the same rush of pleasure as before, I clench tight around him. Trevor drops his forehead to mine, sweat building in between us, and increases his pace, taking me to an entirely new level of euphoria.

  We both breathe heavily as we continue moving as one until I feel myself letting go. My orgasm shakes the earth beneath me, and a wave of relaxation washes over both of us at the same time. Warmth. “Jesus, Grace. You make me look like a slacker with that grip of yours.” He pulls out, collapsing on the bed next to me. Takes a deep breath before he goes to his back and reaches for my hand.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I ask, worried that my lack of experience has left him with doubt.

  “Not at all. Quite the fucking opposite.” He smirks. His eyes are dancing over every part of my face. I’ll take his smile as an approval.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  STEELE

  Holy shit. It’s obviously been far too long for me, because no matter how hard I fought not to come, I couldn’t give her the long sensual night she deserved for her first time. I’ll have to work on that endurance this week if we’re going to be sleeping together. I’m not going to push her away anymore. There’s no reason to now that she’s given herself to me. I may be messed up in a way, but one thing I’m not is an insensitive jerk when it comes to her or the gift she has given me. My emotions are all over the place. The best I can do is meet her halfway and try to let her in a little more with each passing day.

  I pull her against me, tucking her ass into my hips. She looks over her shoulder with a sweet smile, making me realize how at peace I am with her here. “Stay with me,” I ask, my gritty voice making her squirm as I speak next to her ear.

  “Okay.” That’s all she has to say to make me melt into the bed. Make me melt against her and into my pillow. Sleep swirls around my head, and it’s no time before I can feel myself dozing off. Peacefully.

  I wake to a room bright from the sun and hair stuck to my shoulder. We haven’t moved. My arms are tight around her whil
e she sleeps, and I quickly realize I slept without interruption with her in my arms. That’s something that hasn’t happened in years. Shifting just slightly, I slide my hand down her body. She wakes from my touch. Arms stretching over her head. Tits perking up, her ass pressing into my straining cock. Fuck. This woman is more sensual than she thinks she is. There isn’t a damn thing she did wrong last night. In fact, it was damn perfect.

  Before I can slide my fingers over her ass to get where they want to go, my phone starts to ring. It’s the ringtone for the team, which means it’s Kaleb. I can’t help but dread what he’ll say, because I know this call could easily mean I’ll be cutting this trip with Grace short.

  “What’s going on?” I answer as quietly as I can.

  “I’ll need you back in three days for a mission. We’ll need to brief you on everything before we head out.” I rub my hand over my face, knowing I can’t say no. He wouldn’t have called me if he really didn’t need me.

  “Alright. I’ll drive back tomorrow. Where are we headed.”

  “Back to the desert. There’s some odd shit going on over there, and it looks like we’re going to have to go in quietly and handle some shit. I’ll give you more details when you get here. Pierce is working on all the specifics now.” Grace sits up frantically, her brow creases. Damn it. She can hear what he’s saying by being this close to me. Kaleb would be livid if he knew she was hearing this. I press my finger over her lips right before a gasp comes out of her mouth. Her eyes go wide and she tries to pull away from me. I grab her hand, my eyes pleading silently for her to stay still. Grace rushes from the bed, taking the sheet and leaving me sprawled out naked.

  “You know I’m in.”

  “And Trevor.” He waits for me to respond before he continues.

  “Yes.”

  “I hope you found some peace on this little trip of yours. It’s been too long since we’ve all kicked back, talked shit and relaxed. I’m going to get us back home from this mission and have everyone’s asses here before my wedding.” He has me smiling and looking forward to it before he even has the chance to finish. It’s been awhile since we’ve all been able to chill without worrying about one thing or another.

  “Sounds perfect.” I sit up sharply when I end the call, knowing I’m going to have to do damage control with Grace. We’ve never talked about what I do exactly. She obviously wasn’t prepared for what she overheard.

  “Grace.” I hear water running as I get closer to her room. She’s in the shower already, and I don’t hesitate in the slightest to walk in on her even with my dick flopping around. “You alright? I’m not sure what to say.”

  “Nothing. I had no idea your team did things like that. The danger of it all startled me.” She peeks her head around the tiled wall. Her eyes are red from the tears falling down her face as she talks to me. I slide the curtain open and step in with her, pulling her against my chest immediately.

  “It is, but every single one of us is highly trained.” She looks up at me terrified as she tries to come to terms with how dangerous my job is. “I’ll be back for you as soon as the mission is over.” I hold her face in my hands and make her look at me as I speak. She shifts from being scared to pretending to be strong, swallowing before she responds.

  “And what if you don’t come home?” She tries to push away from me. I’m not having it, nor am I sugarcoating this for her. If we’re going to be together, she needs to understand that there are times I’m going to have to take off on a whim like this and that some missions are more dangerous than others.

  “I will. I always do. Besides, this mission can’t be that critical, or he would have my ass on a plane now.” She listens to me as I attempt to calm her, even though we both know nothing I say will make her not worry. She places her arms around my waist, rests her forehead on my chest, and I hold her while the water makes the only sound in the room.

  She lifts on the tips of her toes and kisses me, her nipples scraping my chest as she does. That’s all my dick needs to stir to life. I deepen our kiss, slide my hands down to palm her ass.

  “How you feeling?” I ask, pulling my lips from hers and sliding them down to kiss her jaw and neck. I hope she understand the double meaning to my words, because I want her right now. I need to know her mind is here with me and her body can handle taking me again.

  “Like I need you,” she whimpers.

  That’s all I needed to hear. “Good. Hold your hands up against the wall, spread your legs, and don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I walk out of the shower and quickly make my way to my room, grab a condom, and have it on by the time I’m back. I pause when I see her back slightly arched, her ass sticking out. There are all kinds of dirty and pleasurable things I’d love to be able to do to her running through my mind right now. However, Grace has to be the one to set the pace on the things she’ll allow us to experience together. Her body can’t handle my kind of dirty right now. In time, it will, and I look forward to teaching her.

  I saddle up behind her, my hands running up her wet stomach to palm her breasts. My mouth going to the base of her ear. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” I chuckle at her one-word answer while my fingers pinch and roll her nipples. Her ass pushes into me, and it takes every bit of control I have not to bend her over and slam my dick into her.

  “You are so fucking beautiful. So perfect,” I say, keeping one hand on her breast while sliding the other down to play with her clit. My finger circles the sweet swollen bud, slightly tugging.

  “Trevor.” She says my name through a gasp. “I got you.” I spin her around, take her mouth with mine, and lift her by her ass. Her back hits the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist.

  “Let me know if I hurt you.” I tilt my head back to be able to see her face. Her pupils are dilated, her lids heavy.

  “The only way you're going to hurt me is if you don’t hurry up and take me.” I smile.

  “Damn, is my girl getting greedy now?” I joke, while keeping one hand on her ass and the other gripping my dick. I line him up to her tight little body and slowly ease my way inside. Her eyes go wide as she stretches.

  She doesn’t need to answer me; it’s written all over her face how much she wants this. I slowly start to move in and out of her. Fuck, she feels so good, so right.

  “Faster,” she demands, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

  “You are greedy. I like it.” My eyes never stray from hers as my hips pump, my pace increasing with each solid thrust. I could devour this woman. Her mouth opens wide, and when she looks down to watch our adjoining bodies and her chest starts to move up and down, that’s all it takes for me to slam into her over and over.

  “Oh hell,” she swears. Her eyes flash up to meet mine, lips pulling into a smile.

  “You like this?” I roll my hips, circling before I pull back out and slam back in.

  “God, yes. You make me want to become addicted.”

  “Shit, woman. I’m already there.” I fuck her then. Not as hard as I want to but enough to have her pulling my hair and seeing a side of Grace I knew was hidden. She’s as sexual as any woman can be and more dangerous to my bleeding heart than any mission I’ve been on before.

  “I’m coming,” she screams, her head lolling to the side, mouth parted and panting. But those beautiful eyes stay glued to mine while her pussy grips me tight. I empty myself inside of her, lean my forehead against hers, and for the first time in my life, I have someone to return home to from a mission.

  ***

  “Jesus, that’s your bathing suit?” My eyes are bulging out of my head when she walks into the kitchen in barely nothing.

  “You don’t approve?” Her mouth turns down in a pouty little frown.

  “Only if you never wear it around anyone else.” I grab her hand and tug her out the door behind me. She proceeds to tell me she hasn’t been swimming since before they moved. I groan. I’m not much of a swimmer, but for her I’d do anything, so I found a pair of boar
d shorts that fit, packed my bag, and now my dick is as hard as a brick seeing her in that barely-there black bikini.

  “You killed me last night with your bra and panties and now this.” I pinch her ass as I help her into the truck. She yelps and tosses some sort of evil eye over her shoulder before I shut the door behind her.

  “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about me wearing them in front of anyone else. I’m uncomfortable as it is.” She gestures down her body.

  “Take it off.” I slide my fingers through the tiny little strings holding her bottoms together, rubbing the smooth skin underneath.

  “That would be a big no.”

  “No one will see you but me, and trust me there isn’t a part you I don’t want to see.” I loosen the string, slide my hand around, and cup her center. She flinches, indicating she’s probably sore. I’m not sure how this woman came to me, but thank god she did. She makes me want to be a better man. To see the world differently.

  “Tie yourself back up. Let’s go for that swim.” I shut her door, toss her a wink, and make my way around the front of my truck.

  “If it makes you feel better, I felt the same way about showing people my scars for the first time.” This is the first I’ve openly talked to her about them. Pretty much to anyone when I stop and think about it.

  “It doesn’t make me feel better knowing you went through all that pain.”

  “It doesn’t make me feel good knowing you're uncomfortable in your own skin. You’re flawless, Grace.”

  “Thank you,” she replies, stepping out of the truck the second I put it into park. “I hope I remember how to swim.”

  “You will; if not, I’ll hold you up,” I tell her after I catch up to her, drop my towel next to hers, and run my eyes up and down her body, my thoughts plastered all over my face when she lifts my chin from staring at her tits spilling out of her top.