reath
away. I adore him more than anything or anyone. I do love
this man unconditionally.
I launch myself at him so hard that he has to drop what
he’s carrying to catch me as I push him up against the wall.
Grabbing his face between my hands, I pull his lips to
Grabbing his face between my hands, I pull his lips to
mine. I can taste his surprise as I push my tongue into his
mouth. I am standing on the step above him—we’re at the
same level, and I feel euphorically empowered. Kissing
him passionately, my fingers twisting into his hair, I want to
touch him, everywhere, but restrain myself, knowing his
fear. Regardless, my desire unfurls, hot and hea一vy,
blossoming deep inside me. He groans and grabs my
shoulders, pushing me away.
“Do you want me to fuck you on the stairs?” he
mutters, his breathing ragged. “Because right now, I will.”
“Yes,” I murmur and I’m sure my dark gaze matches
his.
He glares at me, his eyes hooded and hea一vy. “No. I
want you in my bed.” He scoops me up suddenly over his
shoulder, making me squeal, loudly, and smacks me hard
on my behind, so that I squeal again. As he heads down
the stairs, he stoops to pick up the fallen spreader bar.
Mrs. Jones is coming out of the utility room when we
pass through the hall. She smiles at us, and I give her an
pass through the hall. She smiles at us, and I give her an
apologetic upside-down wa一ve. I don’t think Christian
notices her.
In the bedroom, he sets me down on my feet and
drops the spreader on to the bed.
“I don’t think you’ll hurt me,” I breathe.
“I don’t think I’ll hurt you, either,” he says. He takes
my head in his hands and kisses me, long and hard, igniting
my already heated blood.
“I want you so much,” he whispers against my mouth,
panting. “Are you sure about this—after today?’
“Yes. I want you, too. I want to undress you.” I can’t
wait to get my hands on him—my fingers are itching to
touch him.
His eyes widen and for a moment, he hesitates,
perhaps to consider my request.
“Okay,” he says cautio
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