Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 9
I’mnakedforheaven’ssake.Iflushcrimsonandstaredownatmyhands,levelwiththebaseofmybelly,andIdesperatelywanttodisappearintothehotwaterandfoam,butIknowhewon’twantthat.
“Hey,”hesummonsme.Ipeekupathim,andhisheadiscockedtooneside.“Anastasia,you’reaverybeautifulwoman,thewholepackage.Don’thangyourheadlikeyou’reashamed.Youhavenothingtobeashamedof,andit’sarealjoytostandhereandgazeatyou.”Hetakesmychininhishandandtiltsmyheaduptoreachhiseyes.Theyaresoftandwarm,heatedeven.He’ssoclose.Icouldjustreachupandtouchhim.
“Youcansitdownnow.”Hehaltsmyscatteredthoughts,andIscootdownintothewarm,welcomingwater.Ooh…itstingsandthattakesmebysurprise,butitsmellsheavenly,too.Theinitialsmartingpainsoonebbsaway.Iliebackandbrieflyclosemyeyes,relaxinginthesoothingwarmth.WhenIopenthem,heisgazingdownatme.
“Whydon’tyoujoinme?”Iask,bravelyIthink—myvoicehusky.
“IthinkIwill.Moveforward,”heorders.
HestripsoutofhisPJpantsandclimbsinbehindme.Thewaterrisesashesitsandpullsmeagainsthischest.Heplaceshislonglegsovermine,hiskneesbentandhisankleslevelwithmine,andhepullshisfeetapart,openingmylegs.Igaspinsurprise.Hisnoseisinmyhairandheinhalesdeeply.
“Yousmellsogood,Anastasia.”
Atremorrunsthroughmywholebody.IamnakedinabathwithChristianGrey.He’snaked.
