Wow.
She unfastens her bra and slides the straps down her arms before dropping it on the floor.
I want to touch her.
And I clench my fists to stop myself.
She slips off her thong and lets it fall to her ankles, where she steps out of it and stands before me.
She is all woman.
And I want her.
All of her.
Her body, her heart, and her soul.
You have her heart, Grey. She loves you.
I grab the hem of my sweater and pull it over my head, then my T-shirt. I slip out of my shoes and socks. Her eyes never leave mine.
Her look is scorching.
I move to undo my jeans. She puts her hand over mine. “Let me,” she whispers.
I’m impatient to get out of my jeans, but I give her a big smile. “Be my guest.”
She steps forward and slips her hand over the waistband of my jeans and tugs so I’m forced to take a step closer to her. She undoes the top button, but she doesn’t undo the zipper. Instead, her intrepid fingers meander from the zipper to trace the straining outline of my cock. Instinctively, I flex my hips, pushing my erection into her hand. “You’re getting so bold, Ana, so brave.” I cradle her face with my hands and kiss her, easing my tongue into her mouth while she places her hands on my hips and circles her thumbs against my skin, just above the waistband of my jeans.
“So are you,” she breathes against my lips.
“Getting there,” I answer.
She tugs down my fly, pushes her hand inside my pants, and takes hold of my cock. I growl in appreciation and my lips find hers as I fold her in my arms, feeling her soft skin against mine.
The darkness is gone.
She knows where to touch me.
And how to touch me.
Her hand tightens around me, squeezing hard, and her hand moves up and down, pleasuring me. I tolerate a few moves, then whisper, “Oh, I want you so much, baby.” I step back and remove my pants and underwear and stand before her naked, ready.
Her eyes scan my body, but as she does that v appears between her brows.
“What’s wrong, Ana?” I ask, and gently stroke her cheek. Is she reacting to my scars?
“Nothing. Love me, now,” she says.
Embracing her, I kiss her with fervor, my fingers tangling in her hair. I’ll never get enough of her mouth. Her lips. Her tongue. I walk her backward and gently lower both of us onto the bed. Lying by her side, I run my nose along her jawline, inhaling deeply.
Orchards. Apples. Summer and a mellow fall.
She’s all of those things.
“Do you have any idea how exquisite your scent is, Ana? It’s irresistible.” With my lips, I trace a line down her throat, across her breasts, kissing her as I go, breathing in her essence as I travel down her body.
“You are so beautiful.” I suck gently on a nipple.
She moans and her body bows off the bed.
The sound makes me harder. “Let me hear you, baby.” I cup her breast, then move to her waist, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin under my fingers. I move past her hip, her ass, down to her knee while I kiss and suckle her breasts. Holding her knee, I hitch up her leg and curl it over my hips.
She gasps, and I revel in her reaction.
Rolling over, I take her with me so she’s on top of me. I hand her a condom from the side table.
Her delight is clear and she scoots down so that she’s sitting on my thighs. She grabs my erection and leans down and kisses the tip. Her hair falls, forming a curtain around my cock as she takes me into her mouth.
Fuck. It’s erotic.
She consumes me, sucking hard, skimming her teeth over me.
I groan and flex my hips so I’m deeper in her mouth.
She lets me go, tears open the foil packet, and unrolls the condom on my rigid dick. I hold out my hands to help her balance, and she takes them both, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, sinks down on me.
Oh, God.
It’s so good.
I close my eyes and tip my head back as she takes me. And I give myself over to her.
She moans and I place my hands on her hips and move her up and then down as I push up, consuming her. “Oh, baby,” I whisper, and I want more. So much more.
I sit up so we’re nose to nose and I’m cradling her ass with my thighs, and I’m buried deep inside her. She gasps and grabs my arms as I hold her head and stare into her beautiful eyes, eyes that shine with her love and desire.
“Oh, Ana. What you make me feel,” I say, and kiss her with unbridled passion.
“Oh, I love you,” she says, and I close my eyes.
Ana loves me.
I roll her over, her legs locked around my waist, and look down at her in wonder.
I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.
Slowly, tenderly, gently, I start to move, relishing every treasured inch of her.
This is me, Ana.
All of me.
And I love you.
I place my arm around her head, cocooning her in my embrace while she touches my arms, my hair, and my ass with her fingers. I kiss her mouth, her chin, her jaw. I push her higher and higher until she’s on the brink. Her body starts to tremble. She’s panting, she’s ready.
“That’s right, baby. Give it up for me. Please. Ana.”
“Christian!” she cries out as she comes around me, and I let go.
THE AFTERNOON SUN FILTERS through the portholes, casting watery reflections over the cabin ceiling. It’s so peaceful out here on the water. Maybe we could sail around the world, just Ana and me.
She dozes beside me.
My beautiful, passionate girl.
Ana.
I remember thinking those three letters had the power to wound, but now I know they also have the power to heal.
She doesn’t know the real you.
I frown at the ceiling. This thought keeps plaguing me. Why?
It’s because I want to be honest with her. Flynn thinks I should trust her and tell her, but I don’t have the nerve.
She’ll leave.
No. I banish the thought and enjoy lying with her for a few more minutes. “Mac will be back soon.” I’m sorry to have broken the peaceful silence between us.
“Hmm,” she mumbles, but her eyes open and she smiles.
“As much as I’d like to lie here with you all afternoon, he’ll need a hand with the dinghy.” I kiss her lips. “Ana, you look so beautiful right now, all mussed up and sexy. Makes me want you more.”
She strokes my face.
She sees me.
No. Ana, you don’t know me.
Reluctantly, I clamber out of bed, and she turns and lies on her stomach.
“You ain’t so bad yourself, Captain,” she says with appreciation as I dress.
I sit down beside her to put on my shoes.
“Captain, eh?” I muse. “Well, I am master of this vessel.”
“You are master of my heart, Mr. Grey.”
I wanted to be your master in a different way, but this is good. I think I can do this. I kiss her. “I’ll be on deck. There’s a shower in the bathroom if you want one. Do you need anything? A drink?”
She’s amused, and I know it’s at my expense.
“What?” I ask.
“You.”
“What about me?”