on’t lea一ve me,” he
murmurs and kisses my belly.
murmurs and kisses my belly.
“I’m not going anywhere, Christian, and I seem to
remember that I wanted to kiss your belly,” I grumble
sleepily.
He grins against my skin. “Nothing stopping you now
baby.”
“I don’t think I can move I’m so tired.”
Christian sighs and shifts reluctantly, coming to lie
beside me with his head on his elbow and dragging the
covers over us. He gazes down at me, his eyes glowing,
warm, loving.
“Sleep now, baby.” He kisses my hair and wraps his
arm around me and I drift.
When I open my eyes, light is filling the room, making me
blink. My head is fuzzy from lack of sleep. Where am I?
Oh—the hotel . . .
“Hi,” Christian murmurs, smiling fondly at me. He’s
lying beside me, fully dressed, on top of the bed. How
long has he been here? Has he been studying me?
Suddenly, I feel incredibly shy as my face heats under his
steady gaze.
“Hi,” I murmur, grateful that I am lying on my front.
“How long ha一ve you been watching me?”
“I could watch you sleep for hours, Anastasia. But I’ve
only been here about five minutes.” He leans over and
kisses me gently. “Dr. Greene will be here shortly.”
“Oh.” I’d forgotten about Christian’s inappropriate
intervention.
“Did you sleep well?” he inquires mildly. “Certainly
seemed like it to me, with all that snoring.”
Oh, playful teasing Fifty.
“I do not snore!” I pout petulantly.
“No. You don’t.” He grins at me. The faint line of red
lipstick is still visible around his neck.
“Did you shower?”
“No. Waiting for you.”
“Oh . . . okay.”
“What time is it?”
“What time is it?”
“Ten fifteen. I didn’t ha一ve the heart to wake you
earlier.”
“You told me you didn’t ha一ve a heart at all.”
He smiles, sadly but doesn’t answer. “Breakfast is here
—pancakes and bacon for you. Come, get up, I’m getting
lonely out here.” He swats me sharply on my behind,
making me jump, and rises from the bed.
Hmm . . . Christian’s version of warm affection.
As I stretch, I’m aware I ache all over . . . no doub一
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