I quickly stop feeling its weight on my legs and the music stops. I suddenly sit up in bed while I cover myself with the sheet next to me. Christian is sitting on the bed. Thoughtful back to me. For a moment I am distracted by the sight of his wide and muscular back, but then I return to reality. And the reality is that he has stopped.

—Is something wrong? —I ask him in a low voice.

—I think we need to talk first. —he says turning to me as he runs his hand through his hair.

This gesture just makes the strands of his hair fall out and onto his face making him look even sexier and more attractive than he is. But I can tell by the look on his face that he's nervous.

—I thought we made that clear already. —I tell him as my stomach starts to shrink. —You told me you'd sleep with me after the first date. —I don't understand why this change all of a sudden.

—And I'll sleep with you, Ana, it's all I can think about. —he tells to me as I watch him staring ito the distance.

—But. —I hold on tighter to the sheet waitig for his answer.

There's always a but. I'm used to it.

—But you're not the only one who's been without sex for a while. —he says to me as he stares at me.

—What do you mean?

—I've been without sex for a while too, Ana. And for you, after so long, it will be like the first time.

—Come on! Don't give me this bullshit Christian! —I say to him as I storm out of bed holding the sheet with both hands against my chest.

—No! Listen to me, please! —he tells me coming to where I am with two steps.

He holds my hands between his and stares at me.

—I have a controlling personality. I had a treatment, but I gave it up a long time ago. That's why I've been holding back from you. Because I need to take it one step at a time. I can't dive headfirst into the well because I know I'll hit the bottom quickly and that will only hurt us both. I already did it once. I'm not gonna make the same mistake with you.

I stare at him without understanding a word he says. I have no idea what he mean. A controlling personality? So far I haven't found him to be controlling at all. He hasn't taken control at any time. On the contrary, he seems to be a shy and introverted person. But I think he deserves to know something about my past.

—Since we're being honest, there's something you should know. —I tell him while he's frowning.

I take a deep breath before I confess to him and summarize my life story.

—I've never reached orgasm because I need more stimulation than usual and I've had to pretend all my life. —ready, I said it.

I look at the floor waiting for his rejection. I feel a hand on my cheek raising my face.

—Thank you for trusting me, I imagine it must be very difficult for you to admit this.

—Not really, the couples I've had have known that, but I guess they never cared enough to do anything about it. —He stick his forehead to mine.

—I don't think you have that problem with me, Ana. —he says to me with a smile on his lips. —I don't usually brag about my skills in bed, but I'm a good lover. —he says as he lowers his hands to my waist and then to my buttocks. —I will make you reach orgasm, again and again, and again until you scream my name in ecstasy of pleasure. —he says as he sticks his body to mine. —But not today, let's give it some time, I want to know your body first and then, I want to make love to you slowly, as you deserve it.

—So tonight's date didn't make any sense at all? —I say frustrated.

—Not at all. It was a necessary step in the courtship process. —he says to me as he moves his face away from mine briefly with a smile.

—Do you intend to kiss me at some point?—I ask him because I can't resist the temptation of having his tasty lips so close and yet so far away.

—Tomorrow, I promise. —he says to me as he kisses me on the forehead. —Step by step, you remember. Now I need a cold shower. —he says to me as he takes the towel off the bed and heads for the bathroom.

And there I stare at the closed door of the bathroom while I'm excited as hell and wrapped in a sheet. I'm partly frustrated, but I have to look on the bright side. It's the closest I've ever come to an orgasm in my life, so Christian's not lying. He knows what he's doing. At least he's shown me his hand skills.

I decide to pick up the things in the room and put on my sleeping clothes. I drop the sheet and put the bottle of massage oil on the bedside table. I pick up the clothes from the floor and put them in the laundry basket. I open the wardrobe and look for a long shirt and some comfortable panties to sleep in.

I am fully dressed when Christian comes out of the bathroom fully wet while his body is covered by the towel from the waist down. Unfortunately.

—Good night, Ana. —he says to me as he smiles slightly and leaves the room.

He didn't even stop to look at what I was wearing. I drop into bed. And the events of the day and more recently, of this night, make me quickly fall asleep.

I feel the alarm and without even looking, I turn it off. I mustn't go early today. I only have the afternoon interviews. So I keep sleeping until I can't stay in bed anymore.

By the time I get up, it's almost 10:00 am. When I finish in the bathroom I leave the room at a slow pace. I haven't even combed my hair, my hair must be a mess. I put it back with my hand a bit as I head towards the kitchen. At least I know that at this hour I will not meet him and I will be able to have a peaceful breakfast without his look or his presence affecting me.

—Good morning, Ana. —I'll just stop.

I almost had a heart attack when I felt his voice.

Christian is in the kitchen, behind the counter. As far as I can see he's shirtless. I can't tell from the waist down whether he's dressed or not. And I freeze in the middle of the room. I'm aware that I only have a long shirt and panties underneath. Nothing else.

Christian stares at me. He stops what he's doing and walks over to me. Lucky for me, he's got a pair of sports shorts on. Although I wish he hadn't brought anything. He stops in front of me. He smiles at me before sliding his gaze from my eyes to my lips and slowly lowering it all over my body. My nipples harden and tighten against the shirt in front of his scrutinizing gaze. But this time I don't cover myself.

He wants me, I want him, and if this gets him to take me somewhere in this apartment. Well, let him look.

—Mmm, I never imagined you'd look so appetizing in the morning. —he says as he looks up again into my eyes.

—Eh! —I didn't hear anything he said.

—Someone needs to wake up. —he takes a step and sticks to me.

He raises his hands and strokes my cheeks slowly, tracing circles with his thumbs while I lose myself in his gaze. I feel the tingling on my skin again at his touch. I don't take my eyes off the mesmerizing blue of him. He leaves one hand on my face while he brings the other down to my neck making my breathing start to accelerate. As he holds me by the neck he slides his thumb almost imperceptibly down my lower lip. I can't help it. I spread my lips to breathe better. And then without waiting, he joins his lips to mine.

The first thing I feel is a tingling sensation start to run through my whole body from my lips. His lips are warm, sweet and tempting. They move slowly over mine as he sticks his body to mine. I raise my hands to his neck.

I've waited so long for this kiss, I still don't believe it's really happening. He's got his hair is down and I'm getting my hands on it. His hair is soft and silky and tickles my fingers. I let out a moan against his lips. His hands go down my body and cling to my waist, squeezing me against him. This time it's him who moans. And this only increases the intensity of the kiss. I feel his curious tongue begin to slide across my lips and I give him permission to access and explore my mouth with complete freedom.

Our tongues meet. We both moan.

His hands go down a little further by pulling up my shirt and squeezing my buttocks. He lets out another moan against my lips before carrying me by the buttocks and squeezing me against his body. I wrap my legs around his waist as I cling tightly to his neck. He takes a few steps and I feel a wall behind me. Christian sticks even tighter to me, I can feel his warm, hard body molding against mine. I can feel his heart beating frantically in his chest, and a little lower, his hard erection pressing against me just in the right place. He doesn't separate his lips from mine. But already the desperation in both is latent.

—God! I want you so much! —he says in a moan against my lips.

—Take me! —I ask him desperately as he smiles against my lips and slowly begins to stop the kiss.

—Tonight. —he says still panting against my lips. — As much as I want you right now, I don't have any condoms. —he says to me with a smile as he gives me a slight kiss on the lips. —And I don't think that's the most sensible thing to do, right?

I think I'd forgotten about that detail. And I don't even have a birth control method, I haven't needed one for two years. At least of the two, he know what he's doing. At least he's sane. I lost what little sanity I had as soon as his lips touched mine.

—Let's go get some breakfast. —he says to me with a sigh as he walks with me to the kitchen.

He only puts me down when we're in the kitchen. He sits me down on a bar stool and gives me another light kiss on the lips before separating his body and hands from me.

—Don't you work today? —I ask him with still heavy breathing as I watch him put a plate of waffles in front of me.

—Elena gave me the morning off, and told me to pick you up for the afternoon interviews.

Christian finishes putting the plates on the counter. He puts the strawberry jam and mapple syrup in front of me and then turns the counter over to sit next to me. I don't miss a sign from him as he turns around. And I also don't miss his gaze that stares at my legs as he sits next to me.

—Mmmm. —he let out a groan.

I am aware of my state of nudity. I know the shirt doesn't cover me enough. That he sees my nipples that are marked against it. As while I'm sitting here, he can also see the lace panties I'm wearing. And an idea goes through my mind as I watch him distracted by my nudity.

—You're not having breakfast? —I ask him as I start towith my breakfast.

I can see out of the corner of my eye that he keeps looking at me.

—It's very difficult to do so while I have you half-naked next to me.

—You already have an idea of how I feel. —I answer him very softly as I continue with my breakfast.

— I didn't know my presence affected you so much? —he says, looking away from my legs and starting to eat breakfast.

—It does. —I tell him as I take the juice in my hand and look at him briefly. —Especially when you're half-naked. —I answer with a smile as I sip the juice without looking away from his body.

Actually, his presence affects me in every possible way. Whether he is dressed, wet, in a suit, training or half-naked.

Christian smiles at me as we continue to eat breakfast. He won't let me pick anything up, so I'm entertaining myself by watching him unfold in the kitchen.

—I'm going to finish repairing the bathroom. —he says to me as he kisses my forehead and heads for his room.

I watch him as he goes to his room. For someone with a controlling personality, he says, he's being far too affectionate and attentive to me. I walk towards my room as I slide a finger across my lips. They're still swollen from Christian's recent assault. I put the memory of the fiery kiss out of my mind and decide to get some work done. I look for the papers from the interviews I've already done and sit on the bed while I scatter the papers and weigh the options.

An hour later I have only one viable option. Of all the ones I've done, only one I think can get the magazine's attention.

I leave the room, I haven't even bothered to change. I grab a bottle of water and decide to see what Christian is doing. So I walk cautiously to his room and knock on the door.

—Christian! —I shout at him.

—Come in, I'm in the bathroom!

I go into his room and before I go into the bathroom I take a look. It's wide, the same size as mine. I can see on one of the walls a poster of some MMA competition. Although I don't recognize who is on the poster, I imagine it must be his idol. Besides the poster, there's nothing else. It's like he just moved in or something. He doesn't have a lot of personal stuff in his room. I stop poking around and go to the bathroom.