Book 1 - Page 123 (2/2)
”I want you, Anastasia. Now. And you want me. That's why you're here.”
”I really did want to know,” I whisper as a defense.
”Well, now you that you do, are you coming or going?”
I flush as he comes to a halt in front of me.
”Coming,” I murmur, staring anxiously up at him.
”Oh, I hope so.” He gazes down at me. ”You were so mad at me,” he breathes.
”Yes.”
”I don't remember anyone but my family ever being mad at me. I like it.”
He runs the tips of fingers down my cheek. Oh my, his proximity, his delicious Christian smell. We're supposed to be talking, but my heart is pounding, my blood singing as it courses through my body, desire, pooling, unfurling... everywhere. Christian bends and runs his nose along my shoulder and up to the base of my ear, his fingers slipping into my hair.”We should talk.” I whisper.
”Later.”
”There's so much I want to say.”
”Me too.”
He plants a soft kiss under my earlobe while his fingers tighten in my hair. Pulling my head back, he exposes my throat to his lips. His teeth skim my chin, and he kisses my throat.
”I want you,” he breathes.
I moan and reach up and grasp his arms.
”Are you bleeding?” He continues to kiss me.
Holy f.u.c.k. Does nothing slip by him?
”Yes,” I whisper, embarra.s.sed.
”Do you have cramps?”
”No.” I flush . Jeez...
He stops and looks down at me.
”Did you take your pill?”
”Yes.” How mortifying is this?
”Let's go have a bath.”
Oh?
He takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. It's dominated by a super-king size bed with elaborate drapes. But we don't stop there. He takes me into the bathroom which is two rooms, all aquamarines and white limestone. It's huge - In the second room a sunken bath, big enough for four people with stone steps that lead into it, is slowly filling with water. Steam rises gently above the foam, and I notice a stone seat all the way round.
Candles flicker to the side. Wow... he's done all this while on the phone.
”Do you have a hair tie?”
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