And I did nothing. I was too shocked...too dazed.
Damn. Grey, stop. Now.
Ana’s face is pale. “Fair point well made, Mr. Grey,” she says.
“Ana, this is what I do. I’m not usually motivated by revenge, but I cannot let him get away with this. What he did to Elena—well, she should have pressed charges, but she didn’t. That was her prerogative.” My jaw tenses. “But he’s seriously crossed the line with Hyde. Linc’s made this personal by going after my family. I’m going to crush him, break up his company right under his nose, and sell the pieces to the highest bidder. I’m going to bankrupt him.”
Ana gasps.
“Besides,” I add, trying to lighten the tone, “we’ll make good money out of the deal.”
She blinks several times, and I wonder if she’s seeing me in a whole new light. Not a good one.
Shit. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“You didn’t,” she whispers.
I arch a brow. Does she mean that? Or is she trying to make me feel better?
“You just took me by surprise,” Ana concedes.
I cup her face in my hands and brush my lips against hers.
I’m not sorry, Ana. “I will do anything to keep you safe. Keep my family safe. Keep this little one safe.” I place my hand on her belly, and Ana’s breath hitches.
Her eyes meet mine, and in their blue depths, her desire is smoldering, calling to me.
Fuck.
I want her.
She’s so enticing. I slip my fingers a little lower, brushing her sex through her clothes with the tips of my fingers, teasing her.
Ana pounces, grabbing my head, entwining her fingers in my hair and tugging my lips to hers. I gasp in surprise, and her tongue is instantly in my mouth.
Desire, hot and heavy, travels at light speed all the way to the end of my cock.
Damn, I’m hard.
I groan and return her kiss, my tongue tangling with hers.
It’s been so long.
The taste of her, the feel of her. She’s everything. “Ana,” I breathe in longing against her lips. I’m bewitched, my hands moving undirected over her beautiful behind to the hem of her skirt and the soft flesh of the thighs.
Thank all that is holy for this short skirt!
Her hands start to unbutton my shirt, as ever all fingers and thumbs.
And for a moment her fumbling fingers distract me.
“Whoa, Ana—stop.” With enormous restraint, I pull back and grab her hands.
“No,” she cries, distraught, and her teeth clamp over my lower lip. “No.” She’s insistent, darkening blue eyes staring at me with longing. She releases me. “I want you.”
Ana! You’re hurt!
My body agrees with Ana.
“Please, I need you.” It’s a heartfelt plea.
Oh, fuck.
I’m done. I concede, overcome by her ardor and my need. I groan, and my mouth finds hers, kissing her and tasting her once more. Cradling her head, I run my hand down her body to her waist, and gently ease her onto her back and stretch out beside her.
We kiss.
And kiss.
Lips and tongues locked.
Reacquainting ourselves with each other.
When I come up for air, I stare down into eyes dazed with passion. “You are so beautiful, Mrs. Grey.”
Her fingers strum my face. “So are you, Mr. Grey. Inside and out.”
Oh, I’m not sure that’s true.
Her fingers trace the line of my brow. “Don’t frown,” she whispers. “You are to me, even when you’re angry.”
She says the sweetest things. I moan and kiss her once more and revel in her response, her body rising to meet mine. “I’ve missed you.” My words are inadequate and no match for the feelings behind them.
She is the world to me.
I skim my teeth over her jaw.
“I’ve missed you, too. Oh, Christian.”
Her passion spurs me on. I run my lips along her throat, leaving soft, wet kisses in their wake, and I unbutton her shirt and tug it open to kiss the soft swell of her breasts.
Sweet Jesus, they’re bigger!
Already.
Mm. “Your body’s changing,” I murmur in appreciation, and rub my thumb over her bra, coaxing her nipple awake until it’s begging for my lips. “I like…”
Did I say that out loud?
I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m just so enamored of my wife. I nuzzle her breast with my nose and my tongue through the white gossamer of her bra. As her nipple strains for release, I use my teeth to drag down the cup, freeing her breast. Her nipple puckers in the gentle breeze, and I draw it slowly into my mouth and suck hard.
“Ah!” Ana groans, then flinches beneath me.
Fuck! Her ribs!
I stop, immediately. “Ana!” Damn. “This is what I’m talking about. Your lack of self-preservation. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Desperate, blazing eyes meet mine. “No! Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “Please.”
Shit. My whole body is screaming don’t stop.
But—
Hell!
“Here.” Carefully, I lift her and shift so she’s sitting astride me, and my hands travel smoothly up her legs to the tops of her thigh-highs.
She is one helluva sight. Her hair falling toward me, eyes soft and full of desire, her breast free. “There. That’s better, and I can enjoy the view.” I hook my finger into the other bra cup, drag it down so that I have both of her breasts to enjoy. As I take them in my hands, Ana groans and throws her head back, pushing them farther into my palms.
Oh, baby.
I tug and tease each of her nipples, and they lengthen further beneath my touch until she cries out. I want her mouth; I sit up so we’re nose to nose and kiss her, my tongue and my fingers teasing and tantalizing her.
Ana’s fingers are at my shirt again, scrambling to undo the remaining buttons, and she’s kissing me back with such fervor that I’m sure either one or both of us will combust. There’s a desperation in her kiss. “Hey—” Gently, I grasp her head and ease back. “There’s no rush. Take it slow. I want to savor you.”
“Christian, it’s been so long.” She’s breathless.
I know. But you’re hurt. Let’s not be hasty.