obvious? “Because . . . It’s just too . . .”
“Intimate?” he whispers. “Ana, I cra一ve intimacy with you—you know that.
Besides, after some of the things we’ve done, don’t get all squeamish on me
now. And, I know this part of your body better than you do.”
I gape at him. Of all the arrogant . . . true, he does—but still. “It’s just wrong!”
My voice is prissy and whiney.
“This isn’t wrong—this is hot.”
Hot? Really? “This turns you on?” I can’t keep the astonishment out of my
voice.
He snorts. “Can’t you tell?” He glances down at his arousal. “I want to sha一ve
you,” he whispers
Oh, what the hell. I lie back, throwing my arm over my face so I don’t ha一ve to
watch.
“If it makes you happy, Christian, go ahead. You are so kinky,” I mutter, as I
lift my hips, and he slips the towel beneath me. He kisses my inner thigh.
“Oh baby, how right you are.”
I hear the slosh of water as he dips the sha一ving brush in the glass of water,
then the soft swirl of the brush in the mug. He grasps my left ankle and parts
my legs, and the bed dips as he sits between my legs.
“I’d really like to tie you up right now,” he murmurs.
“I promise to keep still.”
“Good.”
I gasp as he runs the lathered brush over my pubic bone. It’s warm. The
water in the glass must be hot. I squirm a little. It tickles . . . but in a good way.
“Don’t move,” Christian admonishes and applies the brush again.
“Or I will tie you down,” he adds darkly, and a delicious shiver runs down my
spine.
“Ha一ve you done this before?” I ask tentatively when he reaches for the razor.
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“No.”
“Oh. Good.” I grin.
“Another first, Mrs. Grey.”
“Hmm. I like firsts.”
“Me, too. Here goes.” And with a gentleness that surprises me, he runs the
razor over my sensitive flesh. “Keep still,” he says distractedly, and I know
he’s concentrating hard.
It only takes a matter of minutes before he grabs the towel and wipes all the
excess lather off me.
“There—that’s more like it,” he muses, and I finally lift my arm to look
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