Cracker’s POV
“Ugh! I hate high heels,” I sighed, when we finally went upstairs to Steel’s room. Already at the stairs, I picked off the six inches and sighed in relief when my feet met the cold floor.
“Allow me,” Steel murmured behind me--- and I screeched when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“Steel,” I giggled, although I tried being chiding, I failed miserably. I heard a door being open and shut. A click sounded and I knew that Steel didn’t want any interruptions tonight.
Another gasp left my lips when he very unceremoniously dropped me onto the bed. I bounced a couple of times, but instantly, Steel was there, hovering over me.
“I’ve been wanting to do this damn all day,” he murmured, trailing his nose along my jaw and placed open mouthed kisses down my throat. I si
