Book 1 - Page 140 (1/2)

Antic.i.p.ation runs bubbling like soda through my veins. What will he doI take a deep steadying breath, but I cannot deny it, I'm excited, aroused, wet already. This is so... I want to think wrong, but somehow it's not. It's right for Christian. It's what he wants - and after the last few days... after all he's done, I have to man up and take whatever he decides he wants, whatever he thinks he needs.

The memory of his look when I came in this evening, the longing in his face, his determined stride toward me like I was an oasis in the desert. I'd do almost anything to see that look again. I press my thighs together at the delicious memory, and it reminds me that I need to spread my knees. I shuffle them apart. How long will he make me waitThe wait is crippling me, crippling me with a dark and tantalizing desire. I glance quickly around the subtly lit room; the cross, the table, the couch, the bench... that bed. It looms so large, and it's made up with red satin sheets. Which piece of apparatus will he use?

The door opens and Christian breezes in, ignoring me completely. I glance down quickly, staring at my hands, positioned with care on my spread thighs. Placing something on the large chest beside the door, he strolls casually toward the bed. I indulge myself in a quick glimpse at him, and my heart almost lurches to a stop. He's naked except for those soft ripped jeans, top b.u.t.ton casually undone. Jeez, he looks so freaking hot. My subconscious is frantically fanning herself, and my inner G.o.ddess is swaying and writhing to some primal carnal rhythm. She's so ready. I lick my lips instinctively. My blood pounds through my body, thick and heavy with salacious hunger. What is he going to do to me?

Turning, he nonchalantly walks back to the chest of drawers. Opening one, he begins to remove items and place them on the top. My curiosity burns, blazes even, but I resist the overwhelming temptation to sneak a quick peek. When he finishes what he's doing, he comes to stand in front of me. I can see his naked feet, and I want to kiss every inch of them... run my tongue over his instep, suck each of his toes. Holy s.h.i.+t.

”You look lovely,” he breathes.

I keep my head down, conscious that he's staring at me while I am practically naked. I feel the flush as it slowly spreads over my face. He bends down and cups my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze.

”You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia. And you're all mine,” he murmurs. ”Stand up.” His command is soft full of sensual promise.

Shakily, I get to my feet.

”Look at me,” he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering gray gaze. It is his Dom gaze - cold, hard, and s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, seven shades of sin in one enticing look. My mouth dries, and I know I will do anything he asks. An almost cruel smile plays across his lips.

”We don't have a signed contract, Anastasia. But we've discussed limits. And I want to re-iterate we have safe words, okay?”

Holy f**k... what has he got planned that I need safe words?

”What are they?” he asks authoritatively.

I frown slightly at his question, and his face hardens perceptibly.

”What are the safe words, Anastasia?” he says slowly and deliberately.

”Yellow,” I mumble.

”And?” he prompts, his mouth setting in a hard line.

”Red,” I breathe.

”Remember those.”

And I can't help it... I raise my eyebrow at him and am about to remind him of my GPA, but the sudden frosty glint in his icy gray eyes stops me in my tracks.

”Don't start with your smart mouth in here, Miss Steele. Or I will f**k it with you on your knees. Do you understand?”