Leave me your coments.

BirdsandStars

He interlaces his fingers with mine and leads me to our room and from there to the bathroom. He lets go of my hand and I watch him start filling the huge tub and pouring in smelling salts and gel. He opens a shelf and takes out several small candles that he strategically places throughout the bathroom and starts lighting them. I don't move from my place and watch him prepare everything in astonishment. By the time he finishes placing and lighting the candles, the tub is almost full. He turns off the tap and walks in my direction, turns off the lights in the bathroom and stops in front of me. He smiles at me showing the dimples and then slowly undresses me by dropping my clothes on the floor.

The bathroom is lit only by candles. I take a deep breath of the delicious smell of vanilla that fills the whole room and only wonder if it is the result of the candles or the smelling salts.

Christian takes his phone out of his pocket, smiles as he looks at the screen and looks for something in it. A few seconds later the music is flooding the room. He quickly throws away his clothes and they pile up next to mine on the floor of the room. He holds out his hand to me and helps me into the bathtub. I sit on one end of the huge white tub and he does the same on the opposite end.

—Who sings? —I ask him, not recognizing the music.

Minnie Riperton, Lovin' you.

Take one of my feet and start massaging it gently. I close my eyes as I relax to his caresses.

—Ana.

—Mmmm. —I mutter as he switches to the other foot.

—Are you happy?

I open my eyes suddenly. I don't know what his question is right now. I frown.

—I don't think I could be happier. Why do you ask?

But he remains silent. I take my foot out of his hands and walk towards him. I stick my forehead to his as I sit astride him.

—Christian. Why do you ask if I'm happy?

—Believe it or not, Ana, I'm scared.

—Scared?

— Scared of losing you. —says to me very seriously.

—You're not going to lose me, Christian. —I tell him with a slight smile trying to cheer him up, but he doesn't smile. —Where does this sudden fear come from?

—There's something you don't know about ex-CIA agents.

—I imagine you're going to tell me.

—Even if you're not active, there's always the fear that someone will come after you.

—I thought you didn't leave any loose ends, that's why it took you six months.

—And we didn't leave them. —he says to me as I can see the worry clouding his face.

—But.

—But I've had a bad feeling lately.

—Why didn't you tell me about it?

—I didn't want to worry you. Although perhaps it was all my own invention. Stress.

I smile at him briefly as I wrap my hands around his neck and smile at him.

—I think you're the one who needs the massage. —I tell him as I move suggestively over him.

Christian smiles at me, showing me the dimples that I like so much. And he holds his hands on my waist.

—That doesn't sound bad at all.

The music changes once again. I close my eyes absorbing the lyrics of the song. And I seem to have heard it once, I just can't remember where. I think for a moment trying to identify who's singing.

—Her name is Truly Madly Deeply from Savage Garden. —he tells me by reading my thoughts.

— It' s very beautiful lyrics.

—And a particularly sensual rhythm for lovemaking. —he says to me as he kisses me briefly and sensually. —I'll show you later. —he says to me as he pours gel into his hands and begins to slowly slide them down my back without taking his eyes off mine.

I love the loving and tender Christian who pampers me and takes care of me and gives me delicious massages. Christian finishes before me and comes out of the bathroom giving me a kiss.

I finish and head to the dining room.

—You can put the silverware on and I'll be right there with dinner. —he says to me as I head towards the cupboard.

I find the silverware, put it on the table and sit down to watch him.

He takes the steaks off the grill and puts one on each plate. He takes the sauce and pours it over the steaks. He puts the fries aside and then smiles at me as he picks up the plates and brings them over to me.

—I think we can have dinner now, Mrs Grey. — he says to me as he rushes to get the glasses and the bottle of wine.

The smell of the food is exquisite. He sits down next to me while I look at the food in front of me, hungry. I'm dying to try this. I cut a piece of the meat and put it in my mouth.

—Mmmm. —I close my eyes and moan as I taste the food in my mouth. — This is delicious. —I say as I open them again and take another bite.

—I love to hear you moaning with pleasure. —he says to me as I look at him squinting. —Even for one bite of food, it always sounds so sensual.

I take another bite and moan again as I stare into his eyes. Christian doesn't look away from me. As the dinner goes on, I can see his gaze changing, getting darker. When we finish dinner he gets up from the table and takes the bottle of wine.

— Bring your glass. —he says to me as he takes his.

I follow him to the pool and watch him as he sits on a deckchair and puts the glass and the bottle on the little table next to it. He holds out his hand to me to accompany him and I sit between his legs while he hugs me from behind.

There is no moon today.

—If there were less light, you could see the stars better. —I tell him while he kisses my neck.

—Wait here. —he says to me, separating himself from me.

He comes back a few minutes later with some candles that he places and lights around us and at the edge of the pool.

—What are you up to?

—You'll see. —he says to me as he leaves again.

And a few minutes later all the lights go out. I wait for my eyes to get used to the little light around me. Just then Christian comes to my side and sits behind me again, hugging me again.

—Do the stars look better now? —he asks me as I look up at the sky.

It's a wonderful sight. We are on an island in the middle of the Indian Ocean, with the only illumination around us being a few small candles. The sky looks majestic. Like I've never seen before. As you can only see in the photos taken with the telescopes.

—I don't think I've ever seen so many stars in my life. — I say excited.

—We still have some work to do. —he says to me in a whisper as his warm lips kiss my neck and his hands caress my belly.

—I don't remember that I owe you anything.

—But I do remember it very well, two things actually. —he says to me as he gets up again.

He takes his glass and places it on the edge of the pool, where he also places his phone.

Then he starts to undress quickly and smiles wickedly at me before jumping into the pool with a fancy dive. I don't need to think about it. I place my cup next to his, undress and jump into the water. Christian swims in my direction, holds me in his arms and kisses me passionately as he moves me into a corner against the pool wall.

He separates from me with his accelerated breathing.

—I'm going to need all my self-control right now. —he says to me as he sips his drink and looks for something on his phone.

A few seconds later the song he promised to make love to me later is playing.

—In the pool?

—I think it's pending, Mrs Cooper. —he says to me as he sticks to me, letting me feel his erection.

—This promises Mr. Cooper. —I tell him as I sip my drink before I wrap my hands around his neck.

—Wet, hot, slow, sensual sex in candlelight and under the stars. —he says to me as he sticks his lips to mine.

—When you say it like that, it sounds like it's going to be amazing.

And he can't talk anymore. His lips cover mine and he starts making love to me to the soft rhythm of the song that repeats over and over again.

The sun bothers me in my eyes. I cover them with one arm until my eyes get used to the intense light that enters the room. I'm naked on the huge bed in the room. I turn to the other side, Christian is not there. This is strange. I thought after all the sex last night he'd be as exhausted as I am. I get out of bed and get some clothes before I go to the bathroom.

When I leave I go to the kitchen looking for Christian, thinking he might be making something to eat. But he's not there.

I run out of the house, maybe he's swimming in the sea, so I head for the pier. And I stop suddenly.

No way. Where's the yacht?

Did he go out without telling me?

No, he wouldn't leave without telling me, leaving me worried.

I'm starting to get more and more anxious.

I run all over the beach, looking for some sign of him. Nothing. Maybe he's in the pool, working out. I run to the pool, but he's not there either. There's just the bottle and the glasses. But when I look closely, I see that one of them is broken on the floor.

I don't remember us tripping last night as we were kissing on our way to the bedroom. All I remember is falling into a very deep sleep.

This can only mean one thing.

Someone has kidnapped Christian. But who.

I'm looking for the phone and I'm dialing Christian's. It starts ringing, but I feel it very close to me. That only confirms my suspicions.

How do you escape from an island in the middle of the Indian Ocean?

I only have one option right now. I'm searching the contacts for the last number I'd like to call. I stare at the number. I don't have many options. I dial the number and wait. At the second ring, he answers.

—Anastasia!

—Christian's been kidnapped.

—Yes, we know. An agent will be there shortly to bring you up to date.

That's all he says before he hangs up.

I can't believe he knew and didn't call me to inform me.

I can feel the sound of a boat engine approaching. I have no idea who it could be, so I decide to take action. I hide near the shore, among the vegetation of the island. And I wait. I don't think it's the agent they sent. It's too fast for him to arrive. The sound of the engine stops. I sharpen my senses. I feel his footsteps on the dock. I feel the wood creak with every step towards the house. I stop feeling the steps and I know he's walking on the sand. He's dressed in black. And is not exactly a military tactical uniform. He's more like wearing a suit.

I sneak out of my hiding place and pounce on him, taking him by surprise. I hold on tightly trying to knock them down. He grabs my hands and in an unexpected twist, he turns me over his shoulder and slams me into the sand.

I get up again ready to face my assailant, face to face. I stand on my guard and stare at him. Only then, I freeze with my fists up, while my gaze is lost in his emerald green eyes.

—José?