Holy hell, if my mind could just keep up with my body. Everything deep in my body uncurls and then clenches in delicious anticipation, the feeling is exquisite.
"Sunday," he says, and the word is pregnant with an unspoken promise. Another first, Miss Steele." He pulls on his jacket and then bends down and grasps my head, his hands on either side. Are you smirking at me?" "Yes." He grins. I have to go - I have to be in Portland at eight. I belatedly realize that my behind is no longer sore. This is something I have never seen before. It is my turn to look amused as I sit up. shit." He scrambles out of bed and drags on his jeans. "Yes, really well." He raises his eyebrows in confused surprise. I nod, staring up at him, and I realize that I've slept very well except maybe for the last half-hour when I was too hot. He bends, and to my surprise, plants a gentle kiss on my lips. He props himself up on his elbow gazing down at me, amused. "You're not so bad yourself," he murmurs and presses himself against me, suggestively. I flush, but then I feel seven shades of scarlet from his heat. this has possibilities, but I think we should wait until Sunday." He leans down and nuzzles my ear with his nose. He notices my wide-eyed reaction, and he smiles a slow sexy smile. I become aware of his erection against my hip. "Jesus, even in my sleep I'm drawn to you." He moves slowly, unpeeling his limbs from me as he gets his bearings. Sleepy, blinking gray eyes meet mine beneath his tousled mop of hair. He nuzzles my chest, inhaling deeply as he wakes. Deep in his throat, I hear a faint distressed groan, and he stirs. Tentatively, I lift my hand and run the tips of my fingers down his back. My right arm is stretched, no doubt in search of a cool spot, and as I process the fact that he's still with me, the thought occurs that I can touch him. I take a moment to absorb that he's still in my bed and fast asleep, and it's light outside - morning. He's suffocating me with his body heat, and he's heavy. He's fast asleep with his head on my chest, his arm over me, holding me close, one of his legs thrown over and hooked around both of mine. He's wrapped around me like a victory flag. I open my eyes, and I'm draped in Christian Grey. And then it's so bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavors to stay airborne. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scales in the circle of light. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat.
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