“And you’re seriously discussing what I want to do, when you have no experience.”

His brows knit together. “How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please.”

I shrug.

“No one’s really, you know.” Come up to scratch, only you. And you turn out to be

some kind of monster. “Why are you so angry with me?” I whisper.

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry with myself. I just assumed… ” He sighs. He

regards me shrewdly and then shakes his head. “Do you want to go?” he asks, his voice

gentle.

“No, unless you want me to go,” I murmur. Oh no… I don’t want to leave.

“Of course not. I like having you here.” He frowns as he says this and then glances at

his watch. “It’s late.” And he turns to look at me. “You’re biting your lip.” His voice is

husky, and he’s eyeing me speculatively.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s just that I want to bite it too, hard.”

I gasp… how can he say things like that to me and not expect me to be affected.

“Come,” he murmurs.”

“What?”

“We’re going to rectify the situation right now.”

“What do you mean? What situation?”

“Your situation. Ana, I’m going to make love to you, now.”

“Oh.” The floor has fallen away . I’m a situation.I’m holding my breath.

“That’s if you want to, I mean, I don’t want to push my luck.”

“I thought you didn’t make love. I thought you fucked hard.” I swallow, my mouth

suddenly dry.

He gives me a wicked grin, the effects of which travel all the way down there.

“I can make an exception, or maybe combine the two, we’ll see. I really want to make

love to you. Please, come to bed with me. I want our arrangement to work, but you re-

ally need to have some idea what you’re getting yourself into. We can start your training

tonight – with the basics. This doesn’t mean I’ve come over all hearts and flowers, it’s a

means to an end, but one that I want, and hopefully you do too.” His gray gaze is intense.

I flush… oh my… wishes do come true.

“But I haven’t done all the things you require from your list of rules.” My voice is all

breathy, hesitant.

“Forget about the rules. Forget about all those details for tonight. I want you. I’ve

wanted you since you fell into my office, and I know you want me. You wouldn’t be sitting

here calmly discussing punishment and hard limits if you didn’t. Please, Ana, spend the

night with me.” He holds his hand out to me, his eyes are bright, fervent… excited, and I

put my hand in his. He pulls me up and into his arms so I can feel the length of his body

against mine, this swift action taking me by surprise. He runs his fingers round the nape of

my neck, winds my ponytail around his wrist, and gently pulls so I’m forced to look up at

him. He gazes down at me.

“You are one brave young woman,” he whispers. “I am in awe of you.”

His words are like some kind of incendiary device; my blood flames. He leans down

and kisses my lips gently, and he sucks at my lower lip.

“I want to bite this lip,” he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with

his teeth. I moan, and he smiles.

“Please Ana, let me make love to you.”

“Yes,” I whisper, because that’s why I’m here. His smile is triumphant as he releases

me and takes my hand and leads me through the apartment.

His bedroom is vast. The ceiling height windows look out on a lit up, high-rise Seattle.

The walls are white, and the furnishings are pale blue. The enormous bed is ultra-modern,

made of rough, grey wood, like driftwood, four posts, but no canopy. On the wall above it

is a stunning painting of the sea.

I am quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time, I’m going to do it, with

none other than Christian Grey. My breath is shallow, and I can’t take my eyes off him.

He removes his watch and places it on top of a chest of drawers that matches the bed, and

removes his jacket, placing it on a chair. He’s dressed in his white linen shirt and jeans.

He is heart-stoppingly beautiful. His dark copper hair is a mess, his shirt hanging out – his

gray eyes bold and dazzling. He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and

takes his socks off individually. Christian Grey’s feet… wow… what is it about naked

feet? Turning, he gazes at me, his expression soft.

“I assume you’re not on the pill.”

What! Shit.

“I didn’t think so.” He opens the top drawer of the chest and removes a packet of con-

doms. He gazes at me intently.

“Be prepared,” he murmurs. “Do you want the blinds drawn?”

“I don’t mind.” I whisper. “I thought you didn’t let anyone sleep in your bed.”

“Who says we’re going to sleep?” he murmurs softly.

“Oh.” Holy hell.

He strolls slowly toward me. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and my heart begins to

pound. My blood’s pumping around my body. Desire, thick and hot, pools in my belly. He

stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes. He’s so freaking hot.

“Let’s get this jacket off, shall we?” he says softly, and takes hold of the lapels and

gently slides my jacket off my shoulders. He places it on the chair.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Ana Steele?” he whispers. My breath

hitches. I cannot take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my

cheek to my chin.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” he adds, caressing my chin.

The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion.

The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I’m hypnotized by his gray eyes

staring fervently into mine. Leaning down, he kisses me. His lips are demanding, firm

and slow, molding mine. He starts unbuttoning my shirt while he places feather-like kisses

across my jaw, my chin, and the corners of my mouth. Slowly he peels it off me and lets it

fall to the floor. He stands back and gazes at me. I’m in the pale blue lacy perfect-fit bra.

Thank heavens.

“Oh, Ana,” he breathes. “You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want

to kiss every single inch of it.”

I flush. Oh my… Why did he say he couldn’t make love? I will do anything he wants.

He grasps my hair tie, pulls it free, and gasps as my hair cascades down around my shoul-

ders.

“I like brunettes,” he murmurs, and both of his hands are in my hair, grasping each side

of my head. His kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my

tongue tentatively meets his. He puts his arms around me and hauls me against his body,

squeezing me tightly. One hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to

my waist and down to my behind. His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently.

He holds me against his hips, and I feel his erection, which he languidly pushes into me.

I moan once more into his mouth. I can hardly contain the riotous feelings or is it

hormones that rampage through my body. I want him so badly. Gripping his upper arms,

I feel his biceps, he’s surprisingly strong… muscular. Tentatively, I move my hands up

to his face and into his hair. Holy Moses.It’s so soft, unruly. I tug gently, and he groans.

He eases me toward the bed, until I feel it behind my knees. I think he’s going to push me

down on to it, but he doesn’t. Releasing me, he suddenly drops to his knees. He grabs my

hips with both his hands and runs his tongue around my navel, then gently nips his way to

my hipbone, then across my belly to my other hipbone.

“Ah,” I groan.

Seeing him on his knees in front of me, feeling his mouth on me, it’s so unexpected,,