Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3) - E.L. James Page 0,108

shaking.

“It’s the adrenaline, baby. You did amazingly well, as usual. You blow me away, Ana. You never let me down.” I stroke her cheek again with the back of my hand because I need to touch her, to reassure her and me that we’re safe. Tears well in her eyes, and her choked sob surprises us both as tears start coursing down her face. “No, baby, no. Please don’t cry.” I can’t bear to see her cry. Reaching over, I unbuckle her seat belt, grasp her waist, and pull her over the center console into my lap; her feet remain on the driver’s seat. Smoothing her hair off her face, I kiss her eyelids, and her cheeks, then bury my nose in her hair as she curls her arms around my neck and sobs into my throat. Cradling her close, I let her cry it out.

Ana. Ana. Ana. You did so well.

Sawyer’s voice startles us. “The unsub has slowed outside Escala. He’s casing the joint.”

“Follow him,” I order.

Ana wipes her nose with the back of her hand, sniffles, and takes a deep breath.

“Use my shirt,” I offer, and kiss her temple.

“Sorry,” she says.

“What for? Don’t be.”

She wipes her nose again, and I hold her chin, tipping it up and kissing her tenderly. “Your lips are so soft when you cry, my beautiful, brave girl.” I keep my voice low, conscious of our security at the other end of the phone.

“Kiss me again,” she whispers, and all I hear is the need in her voice. It lights a fire in my soul. “Kiss me.” Her voice is husky and insistent. Retrieving my BlackBerry from its cradle, I hang up and toss it on the seat, next to her feet. I weave my fingers through her hair, holding her in place while my lips find hers and my tongue finds hers. She welcomes it, her tongue caressing mine and kissing me back with an intensity that steals my breath away. She clutches my face, her fingers skimming over stubble as she takes all I have to offer.

I groan. And my body responds. All the adrenaline heading south.

Fuck. I want her.

I move my hand down her body, feeling her, brushing her breast, her waist, and landing on her backside. She moves, sliding on top of my trapped dick. “Ah!” I pull away, panting.

“What?” she says against my lips.

“Ana, we’re in a car lot in Seattle.”

“So?”

“Well, right now I want to fuck you, and you’re shifting around on me; it’s uncomfortable.”

“Fuck me, then.” She kisses the corner of my mouth, as her words take me by surprise. I stare into her dark, dark eyes that are nearly all pupil. All lust. All need.

“Here?” I breathe, shocked.

“Yes. I want you. Now.”

I can’t believe she’s said that. “Mrs. Grey, how very brazen.” I scan our environs. We’re well hidden. There’s no one here. We won’t be seen. We can do this. My hunger for her goes into overdrive. I tighten my grip on her hair, holding her where I want her, and kiss her again. Harder. Deeper. Taking. Taking. More and more.

My other hand skims again down her body to her thigh.

She grips my hair.

“I’m so glad you’re wearing a skirt.” My hand travels up her thigh. She wriggles on top of me.

Ah!

“Keep still,” I grunt, tightening my grasp on her hair at the nape.

She’s going to unman me.

I cup her through her lace panties; they’re damp already.

Oh, baby.

With my thumb, I circle her clitoris, once, twice, and she groans, her body quivering at my touch. “Still,” I whisper, and capture her lips with mine while my thumb teases the swollen bud beneath the dewy lace. I move the material aside and sink two fingers inside her.

She groans and tips her hips toward my hand in greeting.

Oh, my greedy girl.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Oh. You’re so ready,” I murmur in appreciation, and slowly slide my fingers in. And out. And in. And out. And in. “Do car chases turn you on?”

“You turn me on.”

Her words feed my hunger, and I withdraw my hand and slide my arm beneath her knees and lift her so she’s fully on my lap, facing the windshield.

She gasps. But she starts grinding down on me.

I groan. “Place your legs either side of mine,” I order, and run my hands down her outer thighs, then back up, yanking her skirt out of the way. “Hands on my knees, baby. Lean forward, lift that glorious ass in the air. Mind your head.” She raises her