inst his chest. He raises my fingers to his lips and
kisses each in turn.
“We should really get out of this shower.”
“I’m comfortable here.” I’m sitting between his legs
and he’s holding me close. I don’t want to move.
Christian murmurs his assent. But suddenly I’m bone
tired, world-weary. So much has happened this last week
—enough for a lifetime of drama—and now I’m
getting married. A disbelieving giggle escapes my lips.
“Something amusing you, Miss Steele?” he asks
fondly.
“It’s been a busy week.”
He grins. “That it has.”
“I thank God you’re back in one piece, Mr. Grey,” I
whisper, sobering at the thought of what might ha一ve been.
He tenses and I immediately regret reminding him.
“I was scared,” he confesses much to my surprise.
“Earlier?”
He nods, his expression serious.
Holy shit. “So you made light of it to reassure your
family?”
“Yes. I was too low to land well. But somehow I did.”
Crap. My eyes sweep up to his, and he looks gra一ve as
the water cascades over us. “How close a call was it?” He
gazes down at me.
“Close,” he pauses. “For a few awful seconds, I
thought I’d never see you again.”
I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you,
Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.”
“Me, too,” he breathes. “My life would be empty
without you. I love you so much.” His arms tighten around
me and he nuzzles my hair. “I won’t ever let you go.”
“I don’t want to go, ever.” I kiss his neck, and he leans
down and kisses me gently.
After a moment, he shifts. “Come—let’s get you dry
and into bed. I’m exhausted and you look beat.”
I lean back and arch an eyebrow at his choice of
words. He cocks his head to one side and smirks at me.
“You ha一ve something to say, Miss Steele?”
I shake my head and clamber unsteadily to my feet.
I shake my head and clamber unsteadily to my feet.
I am sitting up in bed. Christian insisted on drying my hair
—he’s quite skilled at it. How that happened is an
unpleasant thought, so I dismiss it immediately. It’s after
two in the morni
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