I want her.

She’s so enticing. I slip my fingers a little lower, brushing her sex through her clothes with the tips of my fingers, teasing her.

Ana pounces, grabbing my head, entwining her fingers in my hair and tugging my lips to hers. I gasp in surprise, and her tongue is instantly in my mouth.

Desire, hot and heavy, travels at light speed all the way to the end of my cock.

Damn, I’m hard.

I groan and return her kiss, my tongue tangling with hers.

It’s been so long.

The taste of her, the feel of her. She’s everything. “Ana,” I breathe in longing against her lips. I’m bewitched, my hands moving undirected over her beautiful behind to the hem of her skirt and the soft flesh of the thighs.

Thank all that is holy for this short skirt!

Her hands start to unbutton my shirt, as ever all fingers and thumbs.

And for a moment her fumbling fingers distract me.

“Whoa, Ana—stop.” With enormous restraint, I pull back and grab her hands.

“No,” she cries, distraught, and her teeth clamp over my lower lip. “No.” She’s insistent, darkening blue eyes staring at me with longing. She releases me. “I want you.”

Ana! You’re hurt!

My body agrees with Ana.

“Please, I need you.” It’s a heartfelt plea.

Oh, fuck.

I’m done. I concede, overcome by her ardor and my need. I groan, and my mouth finds hers, kissing her and tasting her once more. Cradling her head, I run my hand down her body to her waist, and gently ease her onto her back and stretch out beside her.

We kiss.

And kiss.

Lips and tongues locked.

Reacquainting ourselves with each other.

When I come up for air, I stare down into eyes dazed with passion. “You are so beautiful, Mrs. Grey.”

Her fingers strum my face. “So are you, Mr. Grey. Inside and out.”

Oh, I’m not sure that’s true.

Her fingers trace the line of my brow. “Don’t frown,” she whispers. “You are to me, even when you’re angry.”

She says the sweetest things. I moan and kiss her once more and revel in her response, her body rising to meet mine. “I’ve missed you.” My words are inadequate and no match for the feelings behind them.

She is the world to me.

I skim my teeth over her jaw.

“I’ve missed you, too. Oh, Christian.”

Her passion spurs me on. I run my lips along her throat, leaving soft, wet kisses in their wake, and I unbutton her shirt and tug it open to kiss the soft swell of her breasts.

Sweet Jesus, they’re bigger!

Already.

Mm. “Your body’s changing,” I murmur in appreciation, and rub my thumb over her bra, coaxing her nipple awake until it’s begging for my lips. “I like…”

Did I say that out loud?

I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m just so enamored of my wife. I nuzzle her breast with my nose and my tongue through the white gossamer of her bra. As her nipple strains for release, I use my teeth to drag down the cup, freeing her breast. Her nipple puckers in the gentle breeze, and I draw it slowly into my mouth and suck hard.

“Ah!” Ana groans, then flinches beneath me.

Fuck! Her ribs!

I stop, immediately. “Ana!” Damn. “This is what I’m talking about. Your lack of self-preservation. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Desperate, blazing eyes meet mine. “No! Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “Please.”

Shit. My whole body is screaming don’t stop.

But—

Hell!

“Here.” Carefully, I lift her and shift so she’s sitting astride me, and my hands travel smoothly up her legs to the tops of her thigh-highs.

She is one helluva sight. Her hair falling toward me, eyes soft and full of desire, her breast free. “There. That’s better, and I can enjoy the view.” I hook my finger into the other bra cup, drag it down so that I have both of her breasts to enjoy. As I take them in my hands, Ana groans and throws her head back, pushing them farther into my palms.

Oh, baby.

I tug and tease each of her nipples, and they lengthen further beneath my touch until she cries out. I want her mouth; I sit up so we’re nose to nose and kiss her, my tongue and my fingers teasing and tantalizing her.

Ana’s fingers are at my shirt again, scrambling to undo the remaining buttons, and she’s kissing me back with such fervor that I’m sure either one or both of us will combust. There’s a desperation in her kiss. “Hey—” Gently, I grasp her head and ease back. “There’s no rush. Take it slow. I want to savor you.”

“Christian, it’s been so long.” She’s breathless.

I know. But you’re hurt. Let’s not be hasty.

“Slow.” And that’s not a request. I press my lips to the right corner of her mouth “Slow.” The left corner. “Slow, baby.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Let’s take this slow.” Cradling her head, I continue to kiss her, my tongue subduing hers, hers enticing mine. She glides her fingers across my face, my chin, my throat, and starts on my shirt buttons once more. She tugs my shirt apart, her fingers caressing my chest, then pushing me down so that I’m prostrate beneath her.

She gazes down at me and squirms over my groin.

I push up my hips to enjoy the friction against my eager dick.

Ana watches me, her lips parted as she traces my mouth with the tips of her fingers. She moves on, her fingers skimming over my jaw, down my neck, and to the base of my throat. Leaning down, her tender kisses trail where her fingers have been, grazing my jaw and my throat. I surrender to the sensation, closing my eyes and reclining my head with a moan. Her tongue continues its journey, down my sternum, across my chest, where she stops to kiss a couple of my scars.