Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
Itreallyisn’tfair,”Iwhisper,staringdownatmyhands,andthenlookingdirectlyathim.Heraiseshiseyebrows,surprised,andIseehe’sconsideringmywords.Hestrokeshischinthoughtfully.
“You’reright.Ido.Inlifeyouusewhatyouknow,Anastasia.Doesn’tchangehowmuchIwantyou.Here.Now.”
Howcanheseducemesolelywithhisvoice?I’mpantingalready—myheatedbloodrushingthroughmyveins,mynervestingling.
“I’dliketotrysomething,”hebreathes.
Ifrown.He’sjustgivenmeashitloadofideastoprocessandnowthis.
“Ifyouweremysub,youwouldn’thavetothinkaboutthis.Itwouldbeeasy.”Hisvoiceissoft,seductive.“Allthosedecisions—allthewearyingthoughtprocessesbehindthem.The‘isthistherightthingtodo?Shouldthishappenhere?Canithappennow?’Youwouldn’thavetoworryaboutanyofthatdetail.That’swhatI’ddoasyourDom.Andrightnow,Iknowyouwantme,Anastasia.”
Myfrowndeepens.Howcanhetell?
“Icantellbecause…”
Holyshit,he’sansweringmyunspokenquestion.Ishepsychicaswell?
“…yourbodygivesyouaway.You’repressingyourthighstogether,you’reflushed,andyourbreathinghaschanged.”
Okay,thisistoomuch.
“Howdoyouknowaboutmythighs?”Myvoiceislow,disbelieving.They’reunderthetable,forheaven’ssake.
“Ifeltthetableclothmove,andit’sacalculatedguessbasedonyearsofexperience.I’mright,aren’tI?”
Iflushandstaredownatmyhands.That’swhatI’mhinderedbyinthisgameofseduction.
