Thank you all so much for the reviews for last chapter! :)

And to Dublingirl for naming this chapter. Of course, she inadvertently named next chapter, too, as this is only part one.

"Ana. Stop." It took everything inside of him to take a step back from her, and she would have toppled off the bed if he hadn't grabbed her hands to steady her.

"You're really not going to fuck me in this hotel?" she asked miserably.

Christian shook his head. "I'm not fucking you in this hotel," he confirmed.

With a sigh, she lowered her body until her ass was resting on her heels and put her hands on her thighs, rubbing them up and down over her denim skirt. Her chin was resting on her chest and he heard her clear her throat before speaking. "I have to change," she said softly.

"Ana-"

"You should go back to your room," she said as she lowered one foot to the floor and tried to step past him. But his hand shot out and circled her upper arm.

"Let go of me."

"Ana, look at me," Christian demanded.

She shook her head back and forth.

"Look at me," he said more firmly.

"No," she said in a low voice.

He reached for her chin with his free hand and tilted her head back, forcing her gaze to his. "Dammit, Ana," he said gruffly when he realized her eyes were wet. His grip on her upper arms tightened, and he hauled her against him, then wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm not sleeping with you while you're drunk," he said firmly.

"I'm not drunk," Ana insisted. "And even if I was—being drunk hasn't made me want you, Christian. It's only emboldened me to ask for what I want. But you've made it quite clear that-"

"That what?" he asked as he pushed her away and gave her a slight shake; his temper was flaring now. "That I won't fuck you while you're drunk so that I can either wake up alone or watch you run down the fucking street afterward? That I won't give you another opportunity to regret whatever's going to happen between us?"

Ana laughed miserably. "What's going to happen between us, Christian?" she taunted. "Are you going to slam the door once you're back in your own room?"

He clenched his teeth and his jaw began to tick.

"Are you going to not sleep with me? Are you-"

His grip on her tightened, and he thrust her backwards until she was sprawling on the mattress. After a single bounce, she tossed her arms out her sides and was able to steady herself. She was ready to begin her tirade anew when Christian's words finally sank in, and her breath caught in her throat. "You think I'm going to leave?" she whispered.

The glassy look in his eyes was confirmation that he hadn't heard her—that he wasn't listening to a word she was saying. Ana shrunk back into the mattress when Christian placed his knee on the bed and crawled towards her—the glassy look in his gaze turning predatory.

"Christian?" she whispered hesitantly.

Instead of answering, he squeezed her waist with one hand and placed the other with its palm flat against the bed and leaned forward, pressing her body further into the mattress. She gasped when his lips met hers, and his tongue seized the opportunity. His kiss was rough, his tongue plundering every surface in her mouth. She knew she'd made him mad—pushed him to his limit. She knew his kiss was meant to be punishing, but the flood between her thighs made it clear that her body didn't care; her head didn't either.

He pulled back abruptly, his breathing labored as he gazed into her eyes. "Is this what you want?" he snapped.

"Yes," she returned, breathless from his kiss.

His grip on her waist tightened and he spun on his knee, swinging her body around until she was at the head of the bed.

"Reach for the headboard, Ana," he said in a low voice as his hands traveled lightly down her sides, stopping when he reached her denim clad thighs.

He arched a brow when she immediately complied.

"Flatten your palms."

"Christian-"

"Do it," he ordered as he squeezed her thigh.

She yelped, but once again did as he'd asked.

"If your hands leave that headboard, this is over, Ana. Do you understand?"

She nodded jerkily and he squeezed again.

"I asked you a question, Anastasia."

"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes!"

He shoved her skirt up her thighs and hooked his fingers under her panties before pulling them slowly down over her legs.

Ana couldn't tear her gaze away from Christian's; her skin was tingling from the texture of the lace mingled with the feel of his fingertips as they grazed down her skin. He moved back just enough to pull her panties over her ankles, then tossed them over his shoulder.

Christian reclaimed his spot between her thighs, forcing her legs further apart. Her breathing became more ragged as he pulled the hem her shirt out from the denim and reached for the bottom button. His gaze was still locked on hers as he popped it open slowly; she was certain he was trying to torture her. "I want to touch you," she breathed.

"No."

Her eyes closed and she winced at the single word, her palms pressing harder against the wooden headboard in frustration. "Please," she begged.

"You're more than welcome to touch me, Anastasia," he informed her dryly. "But the second your hands reach for me, I stop touching you."

She swallowed past the lump of frustration in her throat and closed her eyes, licking her lips as she took a deep breath. She whimpered when Christian reached for the next button, his hands skimming over her flesh as he made his way for the third. The throbbing between her legs was unbearable and her thighs tightened against his.

"Hurry," she whispered.

He reached for the last button and pushed her shirt aside, his gaze falling to her white, lacy bra. Her nipples puckered beneath his perusal; her breath caught in her throat when he pulled the fabric down, trapping it beneath her breasts.

Resting his palms against the sides of her breasts, he brushed the pads of his thumbs back and forth over her nipples. Her back arched up off the mattress, her body reaching for his touch.

"Easy, Anastasia," he said softly.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I want to make sure you're ready."

"Christian—I'm drenched!"

"Are you now?" he asked with a satisfied smile.

"Find out for yourself," she teased.

He studied her face for a moment before his lips lifted in a sexy grin. "I think I will."

Ana felt her lower body clench as Christian's gaze roamed over body, coming to rest on the bare area between the v of her thighs. "Just the way I like it," he murmured.

Her body shuddered as the tip of his finger pressed between her folds, and she winced when he pulled away. "Christian!" she scolded.

She watched in fascination as he lifted his finger to his mouth; his eyelids slid shut as he sucked gently, then groaned.

"Do you know what it does to me, Anastasia..." Christian forced his eyes open and met Ana's gaze once again. "To know that I'm the only man who's tasted you?"

He lowered his hands to the bed, placing one beside each thigh before dipping his head forward. He pressed his tongue between her folds and chuckled as he felt her body buck beneath him. God, she tasted so fucking good.

"Don't look away from me," he commanded when her eyelids slid shut. They immediately snapped open again. He wanted to see them darken...to know that he was going to make it happen...that he was the only one who could.

His tongue moved from her center to her clit, and he wrapped his lips around it, tugging gently. "What if I asked you not to come?" he asked as he looked up at her from between her thighs. "Could you do that, Ana? Could you hold out for me?"

She gasped as his tongue brushed lightly over her center. "Christian," she plead.

"You didn't answer me."

She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow. "No. No, I couldn't hold out for you!"

The vibrations from his chuckle sent her closer to the edge, and Ana she felt her entire body begin to tremble. "Christian!"

"I'm going to let you come when you're ready, Anastasia." Lick. "But next time...when we're in bed together..." Ana gasped as his tongue flicked over her center; her hands clutched the sheets as she clenched her teeth. "I'm going to pound into you." Lick. "Harder and harder..." Lick. "And harder until your entire body is shaking with the need for release. And just when you think you can't handle it anymore." Lick. "I'm going to let you come."

And with those words, she found her release.