s tongue invades my mouth, and I welcome it. Adrenaline turns to lust
streaking through my body. I clasp his face, running my fingers over his
sideburns, relishing the taste of him. He groans at my fevered response, low
and deep in his throat, and my belly tightens swift and hard with carnal
desire. His hand moves down my body, brushing my breast, my waist, and
down to my backside. I shift fractionally.
“Ah!” he says and breaks away from me, breathless.
“What?” I mutter against his lips.
“Ana, we’re in a car lot in Seattle.”
“So?”
“Well, right now I want to fuck you, and you’re shifting around on me . . . it’s
uncomfortable.”
My cra一ving spirals out of control at his words, tightening all my muscles below
my waist once more.
“Fuck me then.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. I want him. Now. That car
chase was exciting. Too exciting. Terrifying . . . and the fear has jump-started
my libido. He leans back to gaze at me, his eyes dark and hooded.
“Here?” His voice is husky. My mouth goes dry. How can he turn me on with
one word?
“Yes. I want you. Now.”
He tilts his head to one side and stares at me for a few moments.
“Mrs. Grey, how very brazen,” he whispers, after what feels like an eternity.
His hand tightens around my hair at my nape, holding me firmly in place, and
his mouth is on mine again, more forcefully this time. His other hand skims
down my body, down over my behind and lower still to my mid-thigh. My
fingers curl into his overlong hair.
“I’m so glad you’re wearing a skirt,” he murmurs as he slips his hand beneath
my blue and white patterned skirt to caress my thigh. I squirm once more on
his lap and the air hisses between his teeth.
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immediately. His thumb brushes over my clitoris and my breath catches in my
throat as pleasure jolts like electricity deep, deep, deep inside me.
“Still,” he whispers. He kisses me once more as his thumb circles gently
around me through the s
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