I let the
water wash over me as I cradle the man I love. I think of all the times he’s
fucked me and all the times he’s made love to me in here. I frown. He’s never
been this quiet. Turning my head, I start to trail kisses across his back. His
body stiffens again.
“Ana,” he warns.
“Hmm.”
My hands tra一vel slowly down over his taut stomach to his belly. He places
both his hands on mine and brings them to an abrupt halt. He shakes his
head.
“Don’t,” he warns.
Oh. I release him, immediately. He’s saying no? My mind goes into free fall
—has this ever happened before? My subconscious shakes her head, her
lips pursed. She glares at me over her half-moon glasses, wearing her
you’ve-really-fucked-up-this-time look. I feel like I’ve been slapped, hard.
Rejected. And a lifetime of insecurity spawns the ugly thought he doesn’t
want me anymore. I gasp as the pain sears through me. Christian turns, and
I’m relieved to see he’s not completely oblivious to my charms. Grasping my
chin, he tilts my head back, and I find myself gazing into his wary, beautiful
eyes.
“I’m still fucking mad at you,” he says, his voice quiet and serious. Shit!
Leaning down, he rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. I reach
up and caress his face.
“Don’t be mad at me, please. I think you’re overreacting,” I whisper.
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He straightens, blanching. My hand falls free to my side.
“Overreacting?” he snarls. “Some fucking lunatic gets into my apartment to
kidnap my wife, and you think I’m overreacting!” The restrained menace in
his voice is frightening, and his eyes blaze as he stares at me like I’m the
fucking lunatic.
“No . . . um, that’s not what I was referring to. I thought this was about me
staying out.”
He closes his eyes once more as if in pain and shakes his head.
“Christian, I wasn’t here.” I try to appease and reassure him.
“I know,” he whispers opening his eyes. “And all because you can’t follow a
simple, fucking request.” His tone is bitter and it’s my turn to blanch
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