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Chapter 23
Candlesflickertotheside.Wow…he’sdoneallthiswhileonthephone.
“Doyouhaveahairtie?”
Iblinkathim,fishintomyjeanspocket,andpulloutahairelastic.
“Putyourhairup,”heorderssoftly.Idoasheasks.
It’swarmandsultrybesidethebath,andmycamisolestartstostick.Heleansoverandshutsoffthefaucet.Leadingmebackintothefirstpartofthebathroom,hestandsbehindmeaswefacethewall-sizedmirrorabovethetwoglasssinks.
“Takeyoursandlesoff,”hemurmursandIobligequicklydroppingthemtothesandstonefloor.
“Liftupyourarms,”hebreathes.IdoasI’mtold,andheliftsmycamisoleovermyheadsothatI’mtoplessstandinginfrontofhim.Nottakinghiseyesoffmine,hereachesaroundandundoesthetopbuttononmyjeansandthezipper.
“I’mgoingtohaveyouinthebathroom,Anastasia.”
Leaningdown,hekissesmyneck.Imovemyheadtoonesidetogivehimeasieraccess.Hookinghisthumbsintomyjeans,heslowlyslidesthemdownmylegs,sinkingdownbehindmeashepullsthemandmypantiestothefloor.
“Stepoutofyourjeans.”
Graspingtheedgeofthesink,Idojustthat.Iamnownaked,staringatmyself,andhe’skneelingbehindme.Hekissesandthensoftlybitesmybehind,makingmegasp.Hestandsandstaresatmeoncemoreinthemirror.Itryhardtostaystill,ignoringmynaturalinclinationtocovermyself.Hesplayshishandacrossmybelly,thespanofhishandalmostreachingfromhiptohip.
“Lookatyou.Youaresobeautiful,”hemurmurs.“Seehowyoufeel.
