Being Me(Inside Out 02)(6)

For a moment he is stiff, unyielding, staring at me with hooded eyes I can’t read, but suddenly, his fingers curl around my neck in that familiar way and he pulls my mouth to a mere breath away from his. “I’m not sure I know the difference between protect and control. You need to know that.”
On the surface his warning is all alpha male, but beneath it there is something more. He is not stone and granite, at least not with me, and like so much with Chris, this speaks to me.
“As long as you know I’m going to tell you when you cross the line.”
He brushes his lips over mine, soft but somehow possessive.
“I’m looking forward to it,” he assures me, the furthest from resistant he could be to me claiming my piece of control. The soft rasp of seductive promise in his voice tingles down my spine and sizzles every nerve ending in my body. Like many times with Chris, I sense there is a meaning beyond the words yet to be revealed, and I want to understand it, and him.
He leans back and stares down at me, and something shifts between us and expands. Something I can’t name, but my sex contracts and I crave whatever it is in a deep, aching way. Something I have yet to discover about myself and I know that Chris can show me. And I know that I am willing to go places with him I wouldn’t go with anyone else. No. It goes deeper than willingness. It is a physical need.
 
Chapter Three

Chris parks the in front of the building, right by the door, rather than in the empty parking lot. “I’ll go lock up,” he says, putting the car in idle and turning on the parking lights. “What unit number is it and do I need a key?”
“One-twelve and it’s a combination lock I left hanging open on the door,” I reply, my gaze having settled on the storage facility. We appear to be the only ones here and the building is still dark. Chris starts to exit and I grab his arm. “The door is open, Chris.”
“Isn’t that the idea? Getting here in time to lock the unit?”
“Yes,” I say, glancing at the clock on his dash. “But it’s thirty minutes after closing. It shouldn’t be open.” I glance at the door again, and to the black hole beyond it. I remember how suffocating it had been inside, and I shiver, hugging myself with the certainty that someone had been in there with me.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Chris prods, gently tilting my chin to search my face. “What are you thinking and not saying?”
My mind replays the moment I had burst from the door to freedom and my heart is once again in my throat. “The door was open when I went inside, and when I ran out of the building it was shut. Someone intentionally shut me inside.” I cut him a look. “And please don’t lecture me. I already know I was stupid to come here alone at night. Believe me, I know, Chris. I paid the price a hundred times over in fear inside that building.”
His eyes soften instantly and he strokes a hand down my hair.
“I know you did, baby. And you can bet I’m going to have a talk with the office about security. They’re liable for the security of everyone on the property.”
“The guy who works here is creepy, Chris. I don’t have high hopes for this place providing security.”
His brow furrows. “Sara, damn it, you say that, yet you tell me you came here late at night alone.”
I grimace. “You’re cursing again.”
“You keep giving me reasons to wonder what you were thinking tonight.”
“The lady who works the morning shift at McDonald’s by my school is cranky but I still went there for my coffee.”
“Deflection will get you nowhere with me, Sara, besides a little extra of my certain wrath in store for you when we get home.”
Home. The word hums through me because I know that with Chris nothing is unintentional. My heart races with the intimacy implied and how … right it feels.
“Wrath?” I ask. “What exactly does that mean?”
He tilts his head slightly, and his voice turns dangerously tight. “Use your imagination. Or maybe we should use mine. Unless that scares you now.”
He’s testing me again, reminding me of the club the night before, making sure I don’t forget the woman I watched being bound and flogged. Of his confession that he has given and received pain. I lift my chin defiantly. “I’m not scared. Not of you.
Not … with you.”
He narrows his stare on me and I know he is weighing my claim. “You’ve said that before.”
“And nothing has changed.”
“Hasn’t it?”
“It has actually. I now know the deep, dark secrets you said would make me run and here I am.”