Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 14
IglancenervouslyupatChristian.Wepausebrieflyasaphotographertakesapictureofbothofus.
“Thankyou,Mr.Grey.”Thephotographerscurriesoff.Iblinkfromtheflash.
“Soyou’vecharmedmyfatheraswell?”
“Aswell?”Christian’seyesburnandheraisesaquestioningeyebrow.Iflush.Heliftshishandandtracesmycheekwithhisfingers.
“Oh,IwishIknewwhatyouwerethinking,Anastasia,”hewhispersdarkly,cuppingmychinandraisingmyheadsothatwegazeintentlyintoeachother’seyes.
Mybreathhitches.Howcanhehavethiseffectonme,eveninthiscrowdedtent?
“Rightnow,I’mthinking,Nicetie,”Ibreathe.
Hechuckles.“It’srecentlybecomemyfavorite.”
Iblushscarlet.
“Youlooklovely,Anastasia.Thishalter-neckdresssuitsyou,andIgettostrokeyourback,feelyourbeautifulskin.”
Suddenly,it’slikewe’reonourownintheroom.Justthetwoofus.Mywholebodyhascomealive,everynerveendingsingingsoftly,thatelectricitypullingmetohim,chargingbetweenus.
“Youknowit’sgoingtobegood,don’tyou,baby?”hewhispers.Iclosemyeyesasmyinsidesuncoilandmelt.
“ButIwantmore,”Iwhisper.
“More?”helooksdownatmepuzzled,hiseyesdarkening.Inodandswallow.Nowheknows.
“More,”hesaysagainsoftly.Testingtheword—asmall,simpleword,butsofullofpromise.Histhumbtracesmylowerlip.“Youwantheartsandflowers.”
Inodagain.Heblinksdownatme,andIwatchhisinternalstruggleplayedoutinhiseyes.
“Anastasia.”Hisvoiceissoft.“It’snotsomethingIknow.
