Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
”Hegazesdownatme.“Youweresomadatme,”hebreathes.
“Yes.”
“Idon’trememberanyonebutmyfamilyeverbeingmadatme.Ilikeit.”
Herunsthetipsoffingersdownmycheek.Ohmy,hisproximity,hisdeliciousChristiansmell.We’resupposedtobetalking,butmyheartispounding,mybloodsingingasitcoursesthroughmybody,desirepooling,unfurling…everywhere.Christianbendsandrunshisnosealongmyshoulderanduptothebaseofmyear,hisfingersslippingintomyhair.
“Weshouldtalk,”Iwhisper.
“Later.”
“There’ssomuchIwanttosay.”
“Me,too.”
Heplantsasoftkissundermyearlobewhilehisfingerstighteninmyhair.Pullingmyheadback,heexposesmythroattohislips.Histeethskimmychin,andhekissesmythroat.
“Iwantyou,”hebreathes.
Imoanandreachupandgrasphisarms.
“Areyoubleeding?”Hecontinuestokissme.
Holyfuck.Doesnothingslipbyhim?
“Yes,”Iwhisper,embarrassed.
“Doyouhavecramps?”
“No.”Iflush.Jeez…
Hestopsandlooksdownatme.
“Didyoutakeyourpill?”
“Yes.”Howmortifyingisthis?
“Let’sgohaveabath.”
Oh?
Hetakesmyhandandleadsmeintothebedroom.It’sdominatedbyasuper-king-sizedbedwithelaboratedrapes.Butwedon’tstopthere.Hetakesmeintothebathroom,whichistworooms,allaquamarinesandwhitelimestone.It’shuge.Inthesecondroomasunkenbath,bigenoughforfourpeoplewithstonestepsthatleadintoit,isslowlyfillingwithwater.Steamrisesgentlyabovethefoam,andInoticeastonebenchthatrunsallthewayaroundthebath.
