And I can’t trust you to tell me what you will and won’t do.
She frowns. “I can’t bear to hurt you because I love you,” I add. Her eyes soften, and before I can stop her she launches herself at me, so I have to drop the spreader bar to prevent us both from toppling down the stairs. She pins me to the wall, and because she’s standing on the step above me, we are lip to lip. She cups my face with both her hands and kisses me, pushing her tongue in my mouth. Her fingers are in my hair as she molds her body to mine. Her kiss is passionate, forgiving, and unrestrained.
I groan and gently push her away. “Do you want me to fuck you on the stairs?” I growl. “Because right now, I will.”
“Yes,” she says.
I look at her dazed expression. She wants this, and I’m tempted, as I’ve never fucked on the stairs, but it will be uncomfortable.
“No. I want you in my bed.” Scooping her up over my shoulder, I’m gratified by her squeal of delight. I smack her hard on her backside and she squeals again and laughs. Stooping, I pick up the spreader bar and carry it and Ana through the apartment to the bedroom, where I set her on her feet and drop the spreader bar on the bed.
“I don’t think you’ll hurt me,” she says.
“I don’t think I’ll hurt you, either.” I take her head in my hands and kiss her, hard, exploring her mouth with my tongue. “I want you so much. Are you sure about this, after today?’
“Yes. I want you, too. I want to undress you.”
Shit. She wants to touch you, Grey.
Let her.
“Okay.” I managed this yesterday.
She reaches for my shirt button and my breathing halts as I endeavor to bring my fear under control.
“I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”
“No. Do. It’s fine. I’m good.”
I steel myself, preparing for the confusion and fear that comes with the darkness. As she undoes one button and her fingers slide down to the next, I watch the concentration on her face, her beautiful face. “I want to kiss you there,” she says.
“Kiss me?” My chest?
“Yes.”
I inhale sharply as she undoes the next button. She looks up at me, then slowly, slowly, slowly leans forward.
She’s going to kiss me.
I hold my breath and watch her, terrified and fascinated at once, as she plants a gentle, sweet kiss on my chest.
The darkness remains quiet.
She undoes the final button and pulls my shirt apart. “It’s getting easier, isn’t it?”
I nod. It is. Much easier. She pushes my shirt off my shoulders so it drops to the floor. “What have you done to me, Ana? Whatever it is, don’t stop.” I pull her into my embrace and move my hands into her hair, gripping it and tugging her head back so I can kiss and nip her throat.
She groans, and her fingers are in my waistband, undoing my button and my fly.
“Oh, baby,” I whisper, and kiss her behind her ear where her pulse beats a fast, steady rhythm of need. Her fingers brush my erection, and abruptly she drops to her knees.
“Whoa!”
Before I can draw a breath, she tugs at my pants and wraps her lips around my eager cock.
Fuck.
She closes her mouth around me and sucks, hard.
I cannot take my eyes off her mouth.
Around me.
Drawing me in.
Out.
She sheaths her teeth and squeezes.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes, cradling her head and flexing my hips so that I move deeper and deeper into her mouth.
She taunts me with her tongue.
And moves her mouth up and down.
Again and again.
I tighten my grip on her head.
“Ana,” I warn, and try to step back.
She clamps down on my cock and grabs my hips.
She’s not going to let me go.
“Please.” And I don’t know if I want her to stop or carry on. “I’m gonna come, Ana.”
She’s merciless. Her mouth and tongue skilled. She’s not going to stop.
Oh, fuck.
I climax into her mouth, holding her head to steady myself.
When I open my eyes, she’s gazing up at me in triumph. She smiles and licks her lips.
“Oh, so this is the game we’re playing, Miss Steele?” I reach down and pull her to her feet and my lips find hers. With my tongue in her mouth, I taste her sweetness and my saltiness. It’s heady. I groan. “I can taste myself. You taste better.” I find the hem of her T-shirt and lift it over her head, then I pick her up and toss her on the bed. Grabbing the hem of her sweatpants, I yank them off in one move so she’s naked. I take my clothes off, keeping my eyes on hers. They darken, getting larger and larger until I’m naked, too. I stand over her. She’s a nymph sprawled out on the bed, her hair a chestnut halo, her eyes warm and welcoming.