Chapter 22


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    She tastes so good, so sweet.


    She moans into my mouth and it’s like a wake-up call that makes me harder still. I move my hand


    into her hair, pulling her head back so I can angle my tongue deeper into her mouth. Her tongue


    wrestles with mine.


    Fuck—it’s erotic, raw, intense. I pull back.


    “What do you want, Anastasia?”


    “You.”


    “Where?”


    “Bed.”


    Needing no further prompting, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into her bedroom. I want her


    naked and yearning beneath me. Putting her gently on the floor, I switch on her bedside light and


    draw her curtains. As I nce through the window to the street below, I realize this is indeed the


    room I stared at during my silent vigils, from my stalker’s hideout.


    She was here, alone, curled up in her bed.


    When I turn, she’s watching me. Wide-eyed. Waiting. Wanting.


    “Now what?” I ask.


    She flushes.


    And I stay absolutely still.


    “Make love to me,” she says after a beat.


    “How? You have got to tell me, baby.”


    She licks her lips, a nervous gesture, and lust surges through me.


    Shit—focus, Grey.


    “Undress me,” she says.


    Yes! Hooking my index finger into the top of her blouse, careful not to touch her soft skin, I tug


    gently, forcing her to step toward me. “Good girl.”


    Her breasts rise and fall as her breathing elerates. Her dark eyes are full of carnal promise, like


    mine. Deftly I start to unbutton her blouse. She puts her hands on my arms—to steady herself, I


    think—and nces at me.


    Yeah, that’s fine, baby. Don’t touch my chest.


    I undo thest button, slip the blouse off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Making a conscious


    effort not to touch her beautiful breasts, I reach down to the waistband of her jeans. I undo the top


    button and pull down the zipper.


    I resist the urge to throw her onto the bed. This is going to be a waiting game. She needs to talk to


    me. “Tell me what you want, Anastasia.”


    “Kiss me from here to here.” She trails her finger from the base of her ear down her throat.


    My pleasure, Miss Steele.


    Smoothing her hair out of the way, I gather her soft tresses in my hand and pull her head gently to


    the side, exposing her slender neck. Leaning in, I nuzzle her ear and she squirms as I trail soft


    kisses following the path of her finger and back again. She makes a soft noise in the back of her


    throat.


    It’s arousing.


    Boy, I want to lose myself in her. Rediscover her.


    “My jeans…and panties,” she rasps, breathy and flustered, and I grin against her throat. She’s


    getting the idea.


    Talk to me, Ana.


    I kiss her throat one final time and kneel down in front of her, taking her by surprise. I push my


    thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and her panties and slowly pull them down. Sitting back on


    my knees, I admire her long legs and delectable ass as she steps out of her shoes and pants. Her


    eyes meet mine, and I await mymand.


    “What now, Anastasia?”


    “Kiss me,” she answers, her voice barely audible.


    “Where?”


    “You know where.”


    I stifle my smile. She really can’t say the word.


    “Where?” I coax.


    She blushes once more, but with a determined yet mortified expression, she points to the top of her


    thighs.


    “Oh, with pleasure,” I chuckle, enjoying her embarrassment. Slowly I let my fingers travel up her


    legs until my hands are at her hips, then I tug her forward, onto my mouth.


    Fuck. I smell her arousal.


    I’m already ufortable in my jeans, but suddenly they’re several sizes too small. I push my


    tongue through her pubic hair, wondering if I’ll ever persuade her to get rid of this, but I find my goal


    and begin tasting her.


    Lord, she’s sweet. So fucking sweet.


    She groans and fists her fingers in my hair and I don’t stop. Swirling my tongue, around and around,


    teasing and testing her.


    “Christian, please,” she begs.


    I stop.


    “Please what, Anastasia?”


    “Make love to me.”


    “I am,” I answer, and blow gently on her clitoris.


    “No. I want you inside me.”


    “Are you sure?”


    “Please.”


    No. I’m having too much fun. I continue the slow,scivious torture of my exquisite, precious girl.


    “Christian—please!” she moans. I release her and stand, my mouth wet from her arousal, and stare


    down at her through hooded eyes.


    “Well?” I ask.


    “Well what?” she pants.


    “I’m still dressed.”


    She seems at a loss, not understanding, and I hold my arms out in surrender.


    Take me—I’m yours.


    She reaches for my shirt.


    Shit. No. I step back.


    I forget myself.


    “Oh no,” I protest. I mean my jeans, baby. She blinks as she realizes what I’m asking and suddenly


    drops to her knees.


    Whoa! Ana. What are you doing?


    Rather awkwardly—her usual fingers and thumbs—she undoes my waistband and fly and tugs my


    jeans down.


    Ah! My cock has some room.


    I step out of my pants and remove my socks while she stays kneeling in her submissive position on


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    the floor. What is she trying to do to me? Once I’ve dropped my pants, she reaches up and grabs


    my erection and squeezes me tightly like I’ve shown her.


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