Chapter 45 (1/2)
Collapsing on top of me, I feel his full weight forcing me into the mattress. I pull my tied hands over his neck and hold him the best I can. I know in that moment that I would do anything for this man. I am his. The wonder that he's introduced me to, it's beyond anything I could have imagined. And he wants to take it further, so much further, to a place I can't, in my innocence, even imagine. Oh... what to do?
He leans up on his elbows and stares down at me, gray eyes intense.
”See how good we are together,” he murmurs. ”If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. Trust me, Anastasia, I can take you places you don't even know exist.”
His words echo my thoughts. He strokes his nose against mine. I am still reeling from my extraordinary physical reaction to him, and I gaze up at him blankly, grasping for a coherent thought.
Suddenly we both become aware of voices in the hall outside his bedroom door. It takes a moment to process what I can hear.
”But if he's still in bed, then he must be ill. He's never in bed at this time. Christian never sleeps in.”
”Mrs. Grey, please.”
”Taylor. You cannot keep me from my son.”
”Mrs. Grey, he's not alone.”
”What do you mean he's not alone?”
”He has someone with him.”
” Oh... ” Even I hear the disbelief in her voice.
Christian blinks rapidly, staring down at me, wide-eyed with humored horror.
”Shit! It's my mother.”
Chapter Ten
He pulls out of me suddenly. I wince. He sits up on the bed and throws the used condom in a wastebasket.
”Come on, we need to get dressed - that's if you want to meet my mother.” He grins, leaps up off the bed, and pulls on his jeans, no underwear! I struggle to sit up as I'm still tethered.
”Christian - I can't move.”
His grin widens, and leaning down, he undoes the tie. The woven pattern has made an indented pattern around my wrists. It's... sexy. He gazes at me. He's amused, his eyes dancing with mirth. He kisses my forehead quickly and beams at me.
”Another first,” he acknowledges, but I have no idea what he's talking about.