Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 25
Istandparalyzedasheclosesthedistancebetweenus,devouringmewithhiseyes.Holyshit…something’samiss—thestraininhisjaw,theanxietyaroundhiseyes.Heshrugsoutofhisjacket,undoeshisdarktie,andslingsthembothontothecouchenroutetome.Thenhisarmsarewrappedaroundme,andhe’spullingmetohim,hard,fast,grippingmyponytailtotiltmyheadup,kissingmelikehislifedependsonit.Whatthehell?Hedragsthehairtiepainfullyoutofmyhair,butIdon’tcare.There’sadesperate,primalqualitytohiskiss.Heneedsme,forwhateverreason,atthispointintime,andIhaveneverfeltsodesiredandcoveted.It’sdarkandsensualandalarmingallatthesametime.Ikisshimbackwithequalfervor,myfingerstwistingandfistinginhishair.Ourtonguesentwine,ourpassionandardoreruptingbetweenus.Hetastesdivine,hot,sexy,andhisscent—allbodywashandChristian—isarousing.Hedragshismouthawayfrommine,andhe’sstaringdownatme,grippedbysomeunnamedemotion.“What’swrong?”Ibreathe.
“I’msogladyou’reback.Showerwithme—now.”
Ican’tdecideifit’sarequestoracommand.
“Yes,”Iwhisper,andhegrabsmyhand,leadingmeoutofthebigroomintohisbedroomtohisbathroom.
Oncethere,hereleasesmeandturnsthewateroninthefar-too-spaciousshower.Spinningaroundslowly,hegazesatme,eyeshooded.
“Ilikeyourskirt.It’sveryshort,”hesays,hisvoicelow.“Youhavegreatlegs.”
Hestepsoutofhisshoesandreachesdowntotakeoffeachofhissocks,nevertakinghiseyesoffme.
