Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
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Heleansdowntokissmebutpausesbeforehislipstouchmine,hiseyessearchingmine,wanting,askingpermission.Iraisemylipstohis,andhekissesme,andbecauseIdon’tknowifI’lleverkisshimagain,Iletgo—myhandsmovingoftheirownaccordandtwistingintohishair,pullinghimtome,mymouthopening,mytonguestrokinghis.Hishandgraspsthenapeofmyneckashedeepensthekiss,respondingtomyardor.Hisotherhandslidesdownmybackandflattensatthebaseofmyspineashepushesmeagainsthisbody.
“Ican’tpersuadeyoutostay?”hebreathesbetweenkisses.
“No.”
“Spendthenightwithme.”
“Andnottouchyou?No.”
Hegroans.
“Youimpossiblegirl.”Hepullsback,gazingdownatme.“WhydoIthinkyou’retellingmegood-bye?”
“BecauseI’mleavingnow.”
“That’snotwhatImean,andyouknowit.”
“Christian,Ihavetothinkaboutthis.Idon’tknowifIcanhavethekindofrelationshipyouwant.”
Hecloseshiseyesandpresseshisforeheadagainstmine,givingusboththeopportunitytoslowourbreathing.Afteramoment,hekissesmyforehead,inhalesdeeply,hisnoseinmyhair,andthenhereleasesme,steppingback.
“Asyouwish,MissSteele,”hesays,hisfaceimpassive.“I’llescortyoutothelobby.”Heholdsouthishand.Leaningdown,Igrabmypurseandplacemyhandinhis.Holycrap,thiscouldbeit.Ifollowhimmeeklydownthegrandstairsandintothelobby,myscalpprickling,mybloodpumping.Thiscouldbethelastgood-byeifIdecidetosayno.Myheartcontractspainfullyinmychest.Whataturnaround.
