my lips find his. He gasps, surprised by my assault, giving my tongue free
passage into his mouth. He groans and kisses me back, his lips and tongue
hungry for mine, and for a moment we consume each other, lost in tongues
and lips and breaths and sweet, sweet sensation as we rediscover each
other.
Oh, I want this man. It’s been too long. I want him here, now, in the open air, in
our meadow.
“Ana,” he breathes, entranced, and his hand skims over my backside to the
hem of my skirt. I scramble to unbutton his shirt, all fingers and thumbs.
“Whoa, Ana—stop.” He pulls back, his jaw clenched, and grabs my hands.
“No.” My teeth clamp gently around his lower lip and I tug. “No,” I 485 | P a g e
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murmur again, gazing at him. I release him. “I want you.”
He inhales sharply. He’s torn, his indecision writ large in luminous gray eyes.
“Please, I need you.” Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.
He groans in defeat as his mouth finds mine, molding my lips to his. One
hand cradles my head while the other skims down my body to my waist, and
he eases me onto my back and stretches out beside me, never breaking
contact with my mouth.
He pulls back, hovering over me and gazing down. “You are so beautiful,
Mrs. Grey.”
I caress his lovely face. “So are you, Mr. Grey. Inside and out.”
He frowns, and my fingers trace the furrow in his brow.
“Don’t frown. You are to me, even when you’re angry,” I whisper. He groans
once more, and his mouth captures mine, pushing me into the soft grass
beneath the blanket.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, and his teeth graze my jaw. My heart soars.
“I’ve missed you, too. Oh, Christian.” I fist one hand in his hair and clutch his
shoulder with the other.
His lips move to my throat, lea一ving tender kisses in their wake, and his
fingers follow, deftly undoing each button of my blouse. Tugging my blouse
apart, he kisses the soft swell of my breasts. He murmurs appreciatively, low
in his throat, and the sound echoes through my b
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