Forged in Steele (KGI #7)

Bet they’ll change their minds when they meet the right woman,” she murmured. “A few months ago I would have disagreed,” he said ruefully. “Now, not so much.” She smiled at him. He was cute in his befuddlement. But she had to hand it to him. He was taking their relationship—or whatever the hell it was they had—very well. He hadn’t seemed to fight it at all, though she had no idea what had gone on in his mind, especially when she’d been missing for so many weeks. Maybe in that time he’d come to terms with his feelings for her. It had definitely solidified things in her mind. But then she’d already fallen hard and fast from the very first night they’d spent together.

Done and done,” P.J. said curtly. “Both front towers are clear. Giddy up, cowboys. Let’s rope the goat and get back home.

Forever. Mine. With me. Wherever life takes us. I want my life to be with you. Marry me, Maren.

He drew away, his brows drawn together as he stared at her in question. “What’s wrong?” She would have laughed but she was too unhinged to do more than just stand there gaping at him. “You just kissed me and then you ask me what’s wrong?” He frowned. “Was it that bad?” This time she did laugh. “I think you know it wasn’t bad. Why did you kiss me, Steele? What the hell is going on here?” “I want us to have sex,” he said bluntly.

He laughed against her, his chest rumbling with the effort. “Well, right now we’re going to go eat breakfast and afterward I’m taking you shopping for some clothes. And if that doesn’t say I love you, I don’t know what does. I don’t go shopping for anyone.

I could seriously get used to having a houseboy,” she said wistfully.
He raised an eyebrow. “Boy?”
“Er, um, house hottie then? House stud?”
He winced. “Sorry I said anything at all. If it ever gets out that you called me your house hottie, I’ll never be able to show my face to my team again.

If you think my hard-on has nothing to do with you, then you’re deluded.” Her mouth gaped open as he pushed past her and stalked from the room. “Ooo-kay,” she murmured. Not what she’d expected him to say at all.

I love you. You will always have my love.

I need to be with him. I don't want him to think I left. He needs me.

Love happened. She would have never thought that it could happen so rapidly. Love was something you worked at, and she had no doubt their relationship would take a lot of hard work and dedication. But it had simply happened. No explanation. No cataclysmic event or earth-shattering revelation brought on by some external event. It had simply happened.

Ooo-kay,” she began slowly. “You want to have sex with me. You want to have sex with a woman to whom you’ve never spoken more than a few words at a time. Tell me something, Steele, is this one of those situations where any pussy will do? Is it a guy thing, coming off a mission and you’ll dip into the first available well you can find?” He looked completely taken aback by her blunt language. Surprised even. Then he seemed to figure out that it was possible he’d just been insulted. “I don’t fuck around,” he growled. “I’m clean. I use condoms. I haven’t had sex in a year.” “All righty then,” she said, more than a little surprised at his admission. “Maybe a little more than I needed to know.” “If you’re sleeping with me, you need to know.

She smiled and squeezed his hand. “I swear I don’t know what to do with you, Steele. You are forever keeping me off balance. Just about the time I think I have you figured out, you do something that completely changes everything.” “Good,” he said in a smug tone. “I’d hate to think I was becoming predictable.

She wasn’t huge or anything, but she wasn’t one of the super slim women or the curvy ones who looked lush and beautiful. She was just sort of in between and . . . blah.
“Give a mint to know what you’re thinking right now,” Steele muttered.
“I’m blah,” she blurted out.

Sometimes it was better not to ever live the fantasy. Because when reality descended, it outlined in stark detail just how much the real world sucked.

Steele was in typical form. What she wouldn’t give to shake him up. Just once. She wondered if anything ever ruffled him. Caught him off guard. Or surprised him.

There's no doubt you balance me, Maren. I have fun when I'm with you and you make me laugh. You give that to me. That makes you very special and what you offer me very precious.

Why?” she asked softly. “You don’t even like me, Steele. You can barely stand to be in my presence.” He pulled her back close, trapping her in his arms, his gaze boring into hers. “Why do you think that is, Maren? You’re an intelligent woman. You saw the hard-on I had for you earlier. Put two and two together and I bet you’ll find your answer.” “You’re attracted to me,” she whispered.

You’re a wonderful man, Steele. And behind that tough-as-nails exterior lies a heart of gold.” “Yeah, well, don’t feel the need to tell everybody that,” he said gruffly. “You’re the only one who needs to know that kind of information.” She grinned.

You're really good with your hands.

You’re under my skin. Can’t get rid of you. Sometimes when I sleep . . . I can smell you,” he admitted. “I can see your eyes and those cute glasses you wear. I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through your hair.

You’ve given me reason to really live and not just exist anymore. I don’t think you realize just how much you’ve changed me in a very short period of time.