ift, exhausted.
When I surface again, I am curled beside him and he’s
gazing at me. I ha一ve no idea what the time is.
“I could watch you sleep forever, Ana,” he murmurs
and he kisses my forehead.
I smile and shift languorously beside him.
“I never want to let you go,” he says softly and wraps
“I never want to let you go,” he says softly and wraps
his arms around me.
Hmm. “I never want to go. Never let me go,” I mutter
sleepily, my eyelids refusing to open.
“I need you,” he whispers, but his voice is a distant,
ethereal part of my dreams. He needs me . . . needs
me . . . and as I finally slip into the darkness, my last
thoughts are of a small boy with gray eyes and dirty,
messy, copper-colored hair smiling shyly at me.
Hmm.
Christian is nuzzling my neck as I slowly wake.
“Morning, baby,” he whispers and nips at my earlobe.
My eyes flutter open and close again quickly. Bright early
morning light floods the room, and his hand is softly
caressing my breast, gently teasing me. Moving down he
grasps my hip as he lies behind me, holding me close.
I stretch out beside him, relishing his touch, and feel his
erection against my behind. Oh my. A Christian Grey
wake-up call.
“You’re pleased to see me,” I mumble sleepily,
squirming suggestively against him. I feel his grin against my
jaw.
“I’m very pleased to see you,” he says as he skates his
hand over my stomach and down to cup my sex and
explore with his fingers. “There are definite advantages to
waking up beside you, Miss Steele,” he teases and gently
pulls me round so that I’m lying on my back.
“Sleep well?” he asks as his fingers continue their
“Sleep well?” he asks as his fingers continue their
sensual torture. He’s smiling down at me—his dazzling, all-
American-drop-dead-male-model-perfect-teeth smile. He
takes my breath away.
My hips begin to sway to the rhythm of the dance his
fingers ha一ve begun. He kisses me chastely on the lips and
then moves down my neck, nipping slowly, kissing, and
sucking as he goes. I moan. He’
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