fifty-shades-of-grey

He frowns. I reach up and kiss him briefly on his cheek.“Thank you for the car, sir.” I say as sweetly as I can manage.He grabs me suddenly and yanks me up against him, one hand at my back holding meto him and the other fisting in my hair.“You are one challenging woman, Ana Steele.” He kisses me passionately, forcing mylips apart with his tongue, taking no prisoners.My blood heats immediately, and I’m returning his kiss with my own passion. I wanthim badly – in spite of the car, the books, the soft limits… the caning… I want him.“It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car right now, just toshow you that you are mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you a fuckingcar,” he growls. “Now let’s get you inside and naked.” He plants a swift rough kiss on me.Boy, he’s angry. He grabs my hand and leads me back into the apartment and straightinto my bedroom… no passing go. My subconscious is behind the sofa again, head hiddenunder her hands. He switches on the sidelight and halts, staring at me.“Please don’t be angry with me,” I whisper.His gaze is impassive; his gray eyes cold shards of smoky glass.“I’m sorry about the car and the books,” I trail off. He remains silent and brooding.“You scare me when you’re angry,” I breathe, staring at him.He closes his eyes and shakes his head. When he opens them, his expression has softenedfractionally. He takes a deep breath and swallows.“Turn round,” he whispers. “I want to get you out of that dress.”Another mercurial mood swing, it’s so hard to keep up. Obediently, I turn and my heartis thumping, desire instantly replacing unease, coursing through my blood and settling darkand yearning low, low in my belly. He scoops my hair off my back so it hangs down myright side, curling at my breast. He places his index finger at the nape of my neck and achinglyslowly drags it down my spine. His well-manicured fingernail gently grazes downmy back.“I like this dress,” he murmurs. “I like to see your flawless skin.”His finger reaches the back of my halter dress midway down my spine, and hooking hisfinger beneath the top, he pulls me closer so that I step back against him. I feel him flushagainst my body. Leaning down, he inhales my hair.“You smell so good, Anastasia. So sweet.” His nose skims past my ear down my neck,and he trails soft, feather light kisses along my shoulder.My breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation. His fingers areat my zipper. Achingly slow, once more he eases it down while his lips move, licking andkissing and sucking their way across to my other shoulder. He is so tantalizingly good atthis. My body resonates, and I start to squirm languidly beneath his touch.“You. Are. Going. To. Have. To. Learn. To. Keep. Still,” he whispers, kissing mearound my nape between each word.He tugs at the fastening at the halter neck, and the dress drops and pools at my feet.“No bra, Miss Steele. I like that.”His hands reach round and cup my breasts, and my nipples pucker at his touch.“Lift your arms and put them around my head,” he murmurs against my neck.