I ran.
I pushed away from the kitchen counter and bolted toward the living room and the stairway that led up to the side of the house that was opposite his room. It was always fight or flight with him, not that it mattered which option I went with. Fight led to exhausting myself trying to wear him down while he stayed impenetrable, and flight led to him chasing after me until I was caught and had nowhere else to go. I wasn’t sure I ever really wanted to win or get away from him in the first place, at least not anymore, but that didn’t mean I was ever going to make him stop working to have any part of me.
I was almost to the top of the stairs when his hands landed on my hips and his hold sent me to my knees on the hard wooden surface. I put my hands out to catch myself from falling forward, which left me on my hands and knees in front of him as he leaned forward and coiled his hand in the fire-colored hair at the back of my head. He was gentle about it, and that had my tummy twisting up and my breath rushing out of my lungs.
His lips were soft when they landed near my cheek as he growled at me, “I’m always going to come after you, Key. It doesn’t matter how fast you run or how far you go. I’m always going to be right behind you.”
I wasn’t sure if it was a threat or a promise, but hearing him say he would never stop coming after me was more of a turn-on than the fact that he worked his hands around to the shirt I had borrowed from his ridiculously massive closet and tore the front of it open, sending buttons bouncing all over the place and sailing down to the first floor.
I looked over my shoulder at him with a lifted eyebrow. “That’s going to piss your bitchy housekeeper off.”
He grunted a response, pulling the fabric off of me, leaving me naked and prone before him as he worked his hands around the front of me so that each of my breasts was trapped in his callused palms. The rough brush of his skin across my sensitive nipples had me drawing in a sharp breath and curling my hands around the edge of the step in front of me. It wasn’t the most comfortable position to be in—the stairs were hard under my knees and I was arched at an awkward angle—but with him standing a few steps below me and looking at me like he was going to devour me in one gulp, I wasn’t in any hurry to ask him to let me up.
He squeezed each breast and shifted his hands so that each nipple was trapped between his index and middle fingers. He pinched the puckered peaks with enough force that it had me sucking in air between my teeth in a mixture of pleasure and pain that was strong enough to make my head spin. His lips landed on the back of my neck and the scrape of his stubble across my skin had my spine bowing up in response. That was a hot spot for me and he was taking full advantage of the fact that I was immobile and pliant in front of him. His talented tongue dragged a wet path all the way to the center of my spine, which had me shivering in delight and mewling in almost protest as his hands got even more impatient on my breasts. It was a fine line between too much and just enough to make it hurt so good, and Nassir was walking it like a pro.
He bent forward again and I felt his heat envelop me. The shirt I had on was suddenly too much and I wanted it out of the way so I could feel all his smooth skin and hard physique pressed along me. “I like you like this.” He let go of one of my nipples and the sudden blood flow into the previously trapped peak made my eyes slam shut. He brushed his thumb along the underside of my breast and let his fingers dance and skip across my quivering stomach toward my already slick and wanting center.
“On my hands and knees? Who doesn’t want a girl in that position for them?” I meant to ask it sarcastically but he stopped to trace my belly button with his finger and my words came out sounding thin and breathy instead. Just that simple little caress had passion sparking white-hot inside me. I’d never experienced anything like it. My sexual experience was vast and varied. There wasn’t much I hadn’t tried or been interested in at one time or another, but nothing and no one came close to igniting the kind of response this man did. It was like my entire being had been waiting for him to come along and show me what it really meant to want, to need.
He kissed me on the shoulder and chuckled against my skin. “No not on your hands and knees. I don’t care about the position, I care about the fact that you aren’t trying to get away from me anymore. I like you caught, Key.”
I whimpered a little as he stopped playing with my belly button and detoured to that part of my body that was anxiously waiting for him.
I was caught. I was trapped by his power and ensnared in his complex personality.
I gasped out his name and let my forehead fall forward to rest on the edge of the stair as he tapped my clit with his thumb and pumped his other digits in and out of the soaked opening of my sex. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving back toward him, and over my shoulder I watched his eyes flare up like a wildfire at the motion. That golden caramel color was always so pretty and bright in his striking and harshly hewn face, but as he watched his fingers disappear inside me and the way I couldn’t help but move on him, they bled fire and so much passion they looked almost too hot to be human.
His muscles were tense and his gaze was centered on where I was riding his hand; the raw desire etched on his features was enough to have me on the brink of an orgasm as he continued to circle that tight bundle of nerves at the heart of me with unrelenting pressure and unparalleled skill. He let go of the other breast, and when blood rushed back into that point, it hurt enough that I cried out and turned around to glare at him.
He just gave me a wicked grin and moved his unoccupied hand to stroke soothingly up and down my spine. I arched into the touch, let my eyes flutter closed at the dual stimulation, one naughty and one so sweet that it had my throat clogging with emotion. It was a lot to take in. I wondered if sex with him was always going to be something that felt like it was ripping my soul and heart apart and then putting them back together with him firmly in the places that had always been broken and torn.