Page 45 of When He Fights
“As far as the next five minutes are concerned, I plan to be balls deep in you within five minutes.I plan for you to be coming around my cock in the next five minutes.”
Say something, Ana!“I thought there were lines you didn’t want to cross.Rules to follow.You’re protecting me.Doesn’t that mean you can’t fuck me?”
His hands flew out and curled around her waist.She felt that touch burn through her and seem to brand her skin.
“I played by the rules before.All that got me was blue balls and two years of aching for you.”
Wait—what?
His hold tightened on her.“If you don’t want this, if you don’t want me, then go up the stairs.”And he just let her go.After the big “two years of aching” bombshell, the man just dropped those hot hands of his.He even took a step back.“Go up the stairs, shut the door, and I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
She mulled over his words.Nodded.And turned for the stairs.
Ana heard his sharp inhalation of air behind her.
She climbed the first step.The second.The third.The fourth—Ana spun toward him, her hand gripping the wooden banister.“What if I want your hands all over me?”
He bounded toward her.Stopped at the foot of the stairs.
She stared into his blazing eyes.“What if I want you to fuck me?What if I’ve wanted it for a very long time?”
“Ana.”
“I’ve always liked the way you say my name.”She smiled at him, but then lost the smile in the next breath because his expression was just so savage.“I haven’t been with anyone since Logan.”There.Done.Said.
“Bastard.”
Yes, her ex was, indeed, a bastard.
“Just telling you so that you’ll understand that I might be a bit rusty at things.”
He grabbed the banister and leaned toward her.“You will be fucking perfect.”
“Three times, huh?”Ana leaned forward and pressed her hands to his jaw.His beard teased her fingers.That soft, sexy beard.“I’d settle for one really good orgasm.You do not have to be an overachiever with me.”
“You’ll get three.For starters.”His head turned.He nipped her fingers.Licked them.“I am going to fuck you until you scream.”
A strange burst of euphoria seemed to fill her.Maybe from the adrenaline.Maybe from the whole nearly-being-murdered experience.Or maybe just from the sheer joy of getting what she finally wanted.“Promises, promises.”
His pupils flared.“You should run.”
She would rather jump on him.
“If you don’t get up to the bedroom, right now, I will be fucking you here.”
“On the stairs?Hardly seems comfortable.”But she did turn away.And she did hurry up the stairs.Didn’t run, though, because her knees were shaking, and she’d rather not fall and break her neck before the promised round of great sex.With every step, he was right behind her.Chasing her up the steps and she?—
Was being lifted up.
Very carefully placed—uh, tossed?—over his shoulder.“Kane?”
He carried her the rest of the way up those stairs.“You won’t get away from me.Not ever again.”
Sounded fabulous to her.
He shoved open the door to her bedroom.They crossed the threshold, and he didn’t lower her down until they were right beside her antique, brass bed.
“It will be a tight fit, but we’ll make it work.”
