Think Again

Bonus

Bonus Chapter 1

 

Chris POV

 

Ana has been in the bath for an hour now. Sitting at the study table, I’m looking through the blueprints of houses and the stuff I’ve already drawn while I wait for her. I’ve been really busy these few days and we haven’t exactly spent time with each other.

Something catches my eye. It’s one of my drawings. Something’s messed up. I hiss in frustration as I crumpled the paper and toss it into the waste basket. I’ve literally been doing the same damn thing time and time again. Something always seems to go off.

I hear a sigh and I realize that Ana’s out of the bath. I turn around and she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her hands. I get up, abandoning my work for a little as I walk to her. I kneel down in front of her while I take her hands in mine as I look up at her.

“Sweetheart.” I address her and she smiles softly at me.

“Hi.”

Shit, she never says ‘hi’. Just ‘hi’.

I stand up, leaning down to kiss her forehead before I sit down, pulling her between my legs.

“I’m sorry.”

Whatever it is, I know I’ve upset her. Although I’m not so sure what I’ve done, I should apologize. A husband should never do anything to upset his wife. No matter how simple or small it is, it is unacceptable. I don’t care if it was a hundred years ago when people did that, I think every woman deserves a man that swallows his pride just to see his girl happy. I’d do anything to make Ana happy. Her smile is like my sun. But it’s a sun that doesn’t rise every day.

“You don’t even know for what.”

“I don’t have to. You’re upset, I’m sorry. I know I’ve done something but I don’t mean to.”

 She sighs again before looking up at me, her eyes as big as something else I know. Just kidding, but her eyes are big. Really big, in all seriousness.

She kisses the side of my lips and smiles sweetly at me. I know I’m forgiven.

“It’s nothing. I just miss you.” She pouts making her lips even more kissable and suddenly she’s so irresistible.

I swallow, trying to control myself because right now is business talk. She’s upset because she feels as if work has taken her place at the top of my list.

My eyes shift from her lips back to her eyes, trying to focus on anything but her body between me. She might feel it, if I keep thinking of her body.

“I’m sorry.” My voice cracks as my heartbeat accelerates at our proximity.

“You know you’re number one priority. Always. I’m sorry that I’ve been so busy lately, sweetheart, really, I am. I love you.” I lean my forehead on hers, our lips just barely a centimetre from touching.

I want to kiss her but she calls the shots this time. She has to initiate it so I know we’re okay. She brushes her lips against mine softly before pulling back each time, leaving our foreheads still touching. I breathe in her scent.

“Will you kiss me, please?” I ask and she giggles but she can’t keep the triumph from her smile as she celebrates her victory.

She captures her lips with mine and I respond greedily. She moves so she’s straddling me and places my palms on her butt as she grinds me literally luring me to squeeze them in my hands. I do and she moans getting me excited.

A little too excited.

She pulls away from my, burying her face in my neck, sucking, breathing on to my skin.

“But I want to talk, Chris.” She whispers into my neck sending chills up my spine.

I don’t want to stop but because she wants to talk and because I love her, I force myself off her.

“Wait, really?” She grabs my arm, looking as if she’s shocked that I backed off.

I nod.

“Yeah. You want to talk.” I say as explanation.

She laughs before she pulls off her shorts and my eyes pop out of their sockets.

Does she seriously want us to talk while she’s in just her panties? What the fuck does she want? I can’t concentrate with her like that. She crawls into my lap and I suck in a breath. I have to concentrate, if she wants to talk, we’ll talk. Anything for her. I cough awkwardly before diverting my eyes somewhere else, trying to think of anything else. Like math equations and shit and I feel myself calm down. I keep my mind blank and blink while I stare at the wall beside our dresser.

“Look at me.” She asks but I pretend I don’t hear her.

You’re killing me, Ana. Stop it.

“Why can’t you look at me?”

Shit, I don’t want her to be upset again.

I breathe in again. I will do this for her. Control your damn hormones, geeez Chris. Just focus on her eyes.

I look down at her and her face alone is causing me to have blue balls. She’s smirking at me and I’m confused as fuck.

Is she fucking high?

She drags her nails up and down my chest and I just can’t stop thinking of the things that could happen. She leaves a trail of hot wet kisses down my neck, to my collarbones and chest.

“I’m kidding, Chris.” She whispers and my name rolls off her tongue so seductively I think below my waist is completely stiff.

“I want what you want.” She pulls the collar of my shirt while falling back, causing me to topple above her.

“Tease.” I mutter

*

“Hey,” She shakes my shoulders, waking me up.

“Hmm?” I hum groggily, still a little sleepy.

“Let’s take a shower. I want to take you somewhere.” She’s bouncing like a kid and I smile. She’s so cute. I nod getting up before taking her hand pulling her with me into the bathroom.

*

“Where we goin’, baby?”

“Toss me the keys, I’m driving.” She opens her palms to catch the car keys before we both get in.

*