The night after our trip to Seattle on board of Charlie Tango...
“Is there anything you won’t do?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
I squirm uncomfortably and bite my
lip.
“I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Well, when you’ve had sex, was there anything that you didn’t like
doing?”
For the first time in what seems to be ages, I blush.
“You can tell me, Anastasia. We have to be honest with each other or
this isn’t going to work.”
I squirm uncomfortably again and stare at my knotted fingers.
“Tell me,” he commands.
“Well... I’ve not had sex before, so I don’t know.”
“You’re a virgin?” he breathes. I nod, flushing
again. He
closes his eyes and looks to be counting to ten. When he
opens them again, he’s angry, glaring at me. “Why the
fuck didn’t you tell me?” he growls.
closes his eyes and looks to be counting to ten. When he
opens them again, he’s angry, glaring at me. “Why the
fuck didn’t you tell me?” he growls.
“I knew you were inexperienced, but a virgin! ”
He says
it like it’s a really dirty word.
it like it’s a really dirty word.
“What?”
“We’re going to rectify the situation right now.”
“What do you
mean? What situation?”
“Your situation. Ana, I’m going to make love to
you, now.”
“Please Ana, let me make love to you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, because that’s why I’m here. His
smile is triumphant
as he releases me and takes my hand and leads me through the
apartment.
as he releases me and takes my hand and leads me through the
apartment.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Ana
Steele?” he whispers. My breath hitches. I cannot
take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.
take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.
The pain is so sweet and sharp I want
to close my
eyes, but I’m hypnotized
by his gray eyes staring fervently into
mine. Leaning
down, he kisses me.
His lips are demanding, firm and
slow, molding mine. He
starts
unbuttoning my shirt while he places
feather-like kisses across my jaw,
my chin, and the corners of my mouth. Slowly he peels it off me and
lets it
fall to the floor. He stands back and gazes at me. I’m in the pale blue lacy
perfect-fit bra.
Thank heavens.
“Oh, Ana,” he breathes. “You have the most
beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it.”
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