Free His Desire by Ana Fawkes Page B

ahead at the stainless steel refrigerator and his face grew angrier and hotter all in the same sequence. 
    “Jonathan…,” I whispered.
    My voice was the final piece because he let out a deep growl.  His hand opened on his glass and he swung his arm forward, sending the glass sailing from the counter into the air and crashing against the refrigerator.  It smashed with a heavy sound and glass shattered all around.
    I was speechless, stunned, my eyes shifting from the glistening glass on the floor to Jonathan’s angry face.  I wanted to be afraid and maybe for a second or two, I tried, but it was no use, my body knew what it wanted.  And the more dangerous Jonathan looked and began, the sexier he became too.
    “I’m okay,” I said, taking a step towards Jonathan.
    He turned and his hands gripped the table.  He leaned towards me, fire raging in his eyes.
    “I didn’t ask a thing about you,” he growled.  “I brought you here for… for what?  You’ve gotten in my way, in the way of everything.  Ah, but yes, you’ve lured in Oliver Rush.  Look what that has done.”
    I had nothing to reply with. 
    I had enough at that point too, wanting nothing more than to close my eyes, shake my head, and wake up from a long dream.  I’d be in bed and find myself waking an hour early before I was supposed to get up for work.  But reality had such a way of holding on tight, tighter than anything in life, and I was forced to face that I was here, with Jonathan Black, in his kitchen, his eyes upon me.  
    His lips were together, narrow.  His left lip quivered, trying to pull up in a snarl.  As he swallowed, he looked even more ready for some kind of fight.  Something had boiled over deep within Jonathan, whether it was Oliver Rush or not, it didn’t matter.  Something had been set off and I wasn’t sure what would make that go away.
    But Jonathan did.
    I felt my best option would have been to just walk away from the scene.  Maybe that would cool him off, let him settle, and give my desperation a chance to relax too.  I stepped to the side and walked forward.  I put my head down and did my best to step over the glass, but I stood no chance against what Jonathan did next.  His hands were upon me before I could take a breath.  He turned me and kissed me before I could speak a word.  His hands were tight on my arms, holding me tight against his body.  His eyes were open, so were mine.  Our lips together, his taking all the control.  I started to shake and realized it wasn’t just me shaking.  Jonathan had such a grip on my arms, he shook me.  I opened my mouth and let out a groan, trying to release my breath, find more air, and ease the mild pain from his hold.  His lips were aggressive, kissing and kissing, his head turning slightly and his tongue moving inside my mouth.  I offered my tongue back but he didn’t want it. 
    When he broke away from the kiss, his opened his mouth to speak but closed it instead.  His face returned back to angry, his eyes growing wider than ever.  He tilted his head and for a few seconds, he closed his eyes. 
    I opened my mouth then but I couldn’t find words either. 
    Jonathan’s head came back down a moment later and again, he kissed me.  He kissed me with the wildest mix of passion and rage I’d ever felt, forcing me back until I crashed against the refrigerator.  I let out a cry but it was muffled with Jonathan’s lips and tongue.  His hands moved down my arms until he found my wrists.  He lifted my wrists up, holding them against the refrigerator.  When his hands opened, I thought for a second I was going to be released, but he pressed, keeping my wrists above my head.
    Then I felt him , his body pressing against me, his hard spot rubbing between my legs.  He bucked at me as though we were naked.  It didn’t have the same effect, but it still felt good.  He was thick, mad, and I was his person to take it all out on. 
    I put my head to the refrigerator