Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3) - E.L. James Page 0,16

dark mood worsens.

“Where’s Ana?” I ask Mrs. Jones when I enter the living room.

“Good evening, Mr. Grey. I believe she’s in the shower.”

“Thanks.”

“Dinner in twenty minutes?” she asks as she stirs a pot on the stove. The aroma is tantalizing.

“Make it thirty.” Ana in the shower has possibilities. Mrs. Jones tries to hide her smile, but I see it and ignore it. I go in search of my girl. She’s not in the bathroom but the bedroom, standing at the window, wrapped in a towel and dewy from her shower.

“Hi,” she says with a huge smile that vanishes as I approach. “What’s wrong?”

Before I can reply, I wrap her in my arms and hold her tight, inhaling her sweet, just-showered fragrance. It soothes my soul.

“Christian. What is it?” She runs her hands up my back, pressing me close.

“I just want to hold you.” I bury my face in her hair that’s twisted into a chaotic topknot.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Her voice is tinged with tension. I hate it when she’s anxious. I bring my hand up to cradle her head, tip it back, then press my lips to hers and kiss her, pouring my anxiety into our kiss. She responds immediately, caressing my face, opening up to me, her tongue sparring with mine.

Oh, Ana.

When she pulls away we’re both winded, and I’m hard.

Fucking hard. For her.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, gently cajoling me and scrutinizing my face for clues.

“Later,” I murmur against her lips, and start walking her backward to the bed. She grabs at my lapels and tries to divest me of my jacket while her towel falls to the floor, leaving her naked in my arms.

Reaching up, I tug on the elastic holding her precarious bun and release her hair so that it tumbles down around her shoulders and breasts. My hands skim down her back and I cup her backside, pulling her against me. “I want you.”

“I can tell.” She wriggles against my erection.

Fuck. I grin and gently push her onto the bed so that she sprawls across it in all her naked glory, while I stand over her, my legs between her knees.

“That’s better,” I whisper, my earlier pique forgotten.

“Mr. Grey, as much as I like you in a suit, you seem to be overdressed.” Gone is her anxiety—her eyes shine up at me, full of teasing desire. It’s arousing.

“Well, I’ll have to see what I can do about that, Miss Steele.”

She bites down on her lower lip and runs her fingers down between her breasts. Her nipples are rosy, erect and ready. For my mouth.

It takes all my willpower not to rip off my clothes and bury myself in her. Instead, I grab the knot of my tie and gently tug it so it slowly unravels. Once it’s loose, I toss it on the floor and undo the top button on my shirt.

Ana’s mouth opens in a sexy, appreciative gasp.

Next, I shrug off my jacket and let it fall to floor, where it lands with a soft thud. I think that’s my phone. But I ignore the sound and yank the hem of my shirt from my pants.

“Off or on?” I ask.

“Off. Now. Please.” Ana doesn’t hesitate.

I grin and ease my left cuff link from its place, then repeat the process with the right cuff.

Ana squirms on the bed.

“Keep still, baby,” I whisper while I undo the lowest button on my shirt, then move my fingers up to the next, and the next, my eyes not leaving hers. When my shirt is undone, it follows the way of my jacket, and I grasp my belt. Ana’s eyes widen and we drink each other in. I drag the end through the belt loop and undo the buckle, and as slow as I can I tug my belt free.

Ana angles her head slightly, watching me, and I notice the rise and fall of her breasts increases as her breathing accelerates.

I fold the belt in half and let it slide between my fingers.

Oh, Ana…what I’d like to do with this.

Her hips rise and fall, too.

I tug both ends of my belt so it snaps against itself, with a sharp crack. She doesn’t flinch, but I know she hasn’t signed up for this, so I drop it on the floor. She forces out a shallow breath, looking both relieved and maybe a little disappointed—I don’t know. But now’s not the time to think about that. I step out of my shoes and dispense with my socks, then undo