Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
Ononelevelit’suptherewith“Iwanttobitethatlip”;onanother,it’ssoselfish.Ifrownandtakeabiteofcod,tryingtoassessmentallywhatconcessionsI’vegained.Thefood,thesleep.He’sgoingtotakeitslow,andwehaven’tdiscussedsoftlimits.ButI’mnotsureIcanfacethatoverfood.
“I’vegivenyouagreatdealtothinkabout,haven’tI?”
“Yes.”
“Doyouwanttogothroughthesoftlimitsnow,too?”
“Notoverdinner.”
Hesmiles.“Squeamish?”
“Somethinglikethat.”
“You’venoteatenverymuch.”
“I’vehadenough.”
“Threeoysters,fourbitesofcod,andoneasparagusstalk,nopotatoes,nonuts,noolives,andyou’venoteatenallday.YousaidIcouldtrustyou.”
Jeez.He’skeptaninventory.
“Christian,please,it’snoteverydayIsitthroughconversationslikethis.”
“Ineedyoufitandhealthy,Anastasia.”
“Iknow.”
“Andrightnow,Iwanttopeelyououtofthatdress.”
Iswallow.PeelmeoutofKate’sdress.Ifeelthepulldeepinmybelly.MusclesthatI’mnowmoreacquaintedwithclenchathiswords.ButIcan’thavethis.Hismostpotentweapon,usedagainstmeagain.He’ssogoodatsex—evenI’vefiguredthisout.
“Idon’tthinkthat’sagoodidea,”Imurmurquietly.“Wehaven’thaddessert.”
“Youwantdessert?”hesnorts.
“Yes.”
“Youcouldbedessert,”hemurmurssuggestively.
“I’mnotsureI’msweetenough.”
“Anastasia,you’redeliciouslysweet.Iknow.”
“Christian.Youusesexasaweapon.
