五十度灰(Fifty Shades of Grey)英文版 Part II 9

slowly,christianeasesthegraceoutofherberth

andtowardthemarinaentrance.behindus,asmallcrowd

hasgatheredonthedocksidetowatchourdeparture.

smallchildrenarewa一ving,andiwa一veback.

christianglancesoverhisshoulder,thenpullsme

betweenhislegsandpointsoutvariousdialsandgadgets

inthecockpit.“grabthewheel,”heorders,bossyasever,

butidoasi’mtold.

“aye,aye,captain!”igiggle.

placinghishandssnuglyovermine,hecontinuesto

steerourcourseoutofthemarina,andwithinafew

minutes,weareoutontheopensea,slapintothecold

bluewatersofpugetsound.awayfromtheshelterofthe

marina’sprotectivewall,thewindisstronger,andthesea

pitchesandrollsbeneathus.

ican’thelpbutgrin,feelingchristian’sexcitement—

thisissuchfun.wemakealargecurveuntilweare

headingwesttowardtheolympicpeninsula,thewind

behindus.

“sailtime,”christiansays,excited.“here—youtake

her.keepheronthiscourse.”

what?hegrins,reactingtothehorrorinmyface.

“baby,it’sreallyeasy.holdthewheelandkeepyour

eyeonthehorizonoverthebow.you’lldogreat;you

alwaysdo.whenthesailsgoup,you’llfeelthedrag.just

holdhersteady.i’llsignallikethis”—hemakesaslashing

motionacrosshisthroat—“andyoucancuttheengines.

thisbuttonhere.”hepointstoalargeblackbutton.

“understand?”

“yes.”inodfrantically,feelingpanicky.jeez—i

hadn’texpectedtodoanything!

hekissesmequickly,thenhestepsoffhiscaptain’s

chairandboundsuptothefrontoftheboattojoinmac

wherehestartsunfurlingsails,untyingropes,andoperating

winchesandpulleys.theyworkwelltogetherinateam,

shoutingvariousnauticaltermstoeachother,andit’s

warmingtoseefiftyinteractingwithsomeoneelseinsuch

acarefreemanner.

perhapsmacisfifty’sfriend.hedoesn’tseemto

ha一vemany,asfarasicantell,butthen,idon’tha一vemany

either.well,nothereinseattle.theonlyfriendiha一veis

onvacationsunningherselfinst.jamesonthewestcoast

ofbarbados.

iha一veasuddenpangforkate.imissmyroommate

morethanithoughtiwouldwhensheleft.ihopeshe

changeshermindandcomeshomewithherbrotherethan,

ratherthanprolongherstaywithchristian’sbrotherelliot.

christianandmachoistthemainsail.itfillsandbillows

outasthewindseizesithungrily,andtheboatlurches

suddenly,zippingforward.ifeelitthroughthewheel.

whoa!

theygettoworkontheheadsail,andiwatch

fascinatedasitfliesupthemast.thewindcatchesit,

stretchingittaut.

“holdhersteady,baby,andcuttheengines!”christian

criesouttomeoverthewind,motioningmetoswitchoff

theengines.icanonlyjusthearhisvoice,butinod

enthusiastically,gazingatthemanilove,allwindswept,

exhilarated,andbracinghimselfagainstthepitchandyaw

oftheboat.

ipressthebutton,theroaroftheenginesceases,and

thegracesoarstowardtheolympicpeninsula,skimming

acrossthewaterasifshe’sflying.iwanttoyelland

screamandcheer—thishastobeoneofthemost

exhilaratingexperiencesofmylife—exceptperhapsthe

glider,andmaybetheredroomofpain.

holycow,thisboatcanmove!istandfirm,grasping

thewheel,fightingtherudder,andchristianisbehindme

oncemore,hishandsonmine.

“whatdoyouthink?”heshoutsabovethesoundof

thewindandthesea.

“christian!thisisfantastic.”

hebeams,grinningfromeartoear.“youwaituntilthe

spinney’sup.”hepointswithhischintowardmac,whois

unfurlingthespinnaker—asailthat’sadark,richred.it

remindsmeofthewallsintheplayroom.

“interestingcolor,”ishout.

hegivesmeawolfishgrinandwinks.oh,it’s

deliberate.

thespinneyballoonsout—alarge,oddellipticalshape

—puttingthegraceinoverdrive.findingherhead,she

speedsoverthesound.

“asymmetricalsail.forspeed.”christiananswersmy

unaskedquestion.

“it’samazing.”icanthinkofnothingbettertosay.i

ha一vethemostridiculousgrinonmyfaceaswewhip

throughthewater,headingforthemajestyoftheolympic

mountainsandbainbridgeisland.glancingback,isee

seattleshrinkingbehindus,mountrainierinthefar

distance.

ihadnotreallyappreciatedhowbeautifulandrugged

seattle’ssurroundinglandscapeis—verdant,lush,and

temperate,tallevergreensandclifffacesjuttingouthere

andthere.ithasawildbutserenebeautyonthisglorious

sunnyafternoonthattakesmybreathaway.thestillnessis

stunningcomparedtoourspeedaswewhipacrossthe

water.

“howfastarewegoing?”

“she’sdoing15knots.”

“iha一venoideawhatthatmeans.”

“it’sabout17milesanhour.”

“isthatall?itfeelsmuchfaster.”

hesqueezesmyhands,smiling.“youlooklovely,

anastasia.it’sgoodtoseesomecolorinyourcheeks...

andnotfromblushing.youlooklikeyoudoinjosé’s

photos.”

iturnandkisshim.

“youknowhowtoshowagirlagoodtime,mr.

grey.”

“weaimtoplease,misssteele.”hescoopsmyhair

outofthewayandkissesthebackofmyneck,sending

delicioustinglesdownmyspine.“ilikeseeingyouhappy,”

hemurmursandtightenshisarmsaroundme.

igazeoutoverthewidebluewater,wonderingwhati

couldpossiblyha一vedoneinthepasttoha一vefortunesmile

anddeliverthisbeautifulmantome.

yes,you’realuckybitch,mysubconscioussnaps.

butyouha一veyourworkcutoutwithhim.he’snot

goingtowantthisvanillacrapforever...you’re

goingtoha一vetocompromise.iglarementallyather

snarky,insolentfaceandrestmyheadagainstchristian’s

chest.butdeepdowniknowmysubconsciousisright,

butibanishthethoughts.idon’twanttospoilmyday.

anhourlater,weareanchoredinasmall,secludedcove

offbainbridgeisland.machasgoneashoreinthe

inflatable—forwhat,idon’tknow—butiha一vemy

suspicionsbecauseassoonasmacstartstheoutboard

engine,christiangrabsmyhandandpracticallydragsme

intohiscabin,amanwithamission.

nowhestandsbeforeme,exudinghisintoxicating

sensualityashisdeftfingersmakequickworkofthestraps

onmylifejacket.hetossesittoonesideandgazesintently

downatme,eyesdark,dilated.

i’malreadylostandhe’sbarelytouchedme.heraises

hishandtomyface,andhisfingersmovedownmychin,

thecolumnofmythroat,mysternum,searingmewithhis

touch,tothefirstbuttonofmyblueblouse.

“iwanttoseeyou,”hebreathesanddexterously

undoesthebutton.bending,heplantsasoftkissonmy

partedlips.iampantingandeager,arousedbythepotent

combinationofhiscaptivatingbeauty,hisrawsexualityin

theconfinesofthiscabin,andthegentleswayoftheboat.

hestandsback.

“stripforme,”hewhispers,eyesburning.

ohmy.i’monlytoohappytocomply.nottakingmy

eyesoffhis,islowlyundoeachbutton,sa一voringhis

scorchinggaze.oh,thisisheadystuff.icanseehisdesire

—it’sevidentonhisface...andelsewhere.

iletmyshirtfalltothefloorandreachforthebutton

onmyjeans.

“stop,”heorders.“sit.”

isitdownontheedgeofthebed,andinonefluid

movementhe’sonhiskneesinfrontofme,undoingthe

lacesoffirstoneandthentheothersneaker,pullingeach

off,followedbymysocks.hepicksupmyleftfootand

raisingit,plantsasoftkissonthepadofmybigtoe,then

grazeshisteethagainstit.

“ah!”imoanasifeeltheeffectinmygroin.hestands

inonesmoothmove,holdshishandouttome,andpulls

meupoffthebed.

“continue,”hesaysandstandsbacktowatchme.

ieasethezipperofmyjeansdownandhookmy

thumbsinthewaistbandasisashaythenslidethedenim

downmylegs.asoftsmileplaysonhislips,buthiseyes

remaindark.

andidon’tknowifit’sbecausehemadelovetome

thismorning,andimeanreallymadelovetome,gently,

sweetly,orifitwashisimpassioneddeclaration—yes...i

do—butidon’tfeelembarrassedatall.iwanttobesexy

forthisman.hedeservessexy—hemakesmefeelsexy.

okay,it’snewtome,buti’mlearningunderhisexpert

tutelage.andthenagain,somuchisnewtohim,too.it

balancestheseesawbetweenus,alittle,ithink.

iamwearingsomeofmynewunderwear—awhite

lacythongandmatchingbra—adesignerbrandwitha

pricetagtomatch.istepoutofmyjeansandstandthere

forhiminthelingeriehe’spaidfor,butinolongerfeel

cheap.ifeelhis.

reachingbehindiunhookmybra,slidingthestraps

downmyarms,anddropitontopofmyblouse.slowly,i

slipmypantiesoff,lettingthemfalltomyankles,andstep

outofthem,surprisedbymygrace.

standingbeforehim,iamnakedandunashamed,and

iknowit’sbecausehelovesme.inolongerha一vetohide.

hesaysnothing,justgazesatme.alliseeishisdesire,his

adorationeven,andsomethingelse,thedepthofhisneed

—thedepthofhisloveforme.

hereachesdown,liftsthehemofhiscream-colored

sweater,andpullsitoverhishead,followedbyhist-shirt,

revealinghischest,nevertakinghisboldgrayeyesoff

mine.hisshoesandsocksfollowbeforehegraspsthe

buttonofhisjeans.

reachingover,iwhisper,“letme.”

hislipspursebrieflyintoanoohshape,andhesmiles.

“bemyguest.”

isteptowardhim,slipmyfearlessfingersinsidethe

waistbandofhisjeans,andtugsohe’sforcedtotakea

stepclosertome.hegaspsinvoluntarilyatmyunexpected

audacitythensmilesdownatme.iundothebutton,but

beforeiunziphimiletmyfingerswander,tracinghis

erectionthroughthesoftdenim.heflexeshishipsintomy

palmandcloseshiseyesbriefly,relishingmytouch.

“you’regettingsobold,ana,sobra一ve,”hewhispers

andclaspsmyfacewithbothhands,bendingtokissme

deeply.

iputmyhandsonhiships—halfonhiscoolskinand

halfonthelow-slungwaistbandofhisjeans.“soareyou,”

imurmuragainsthislipsasmythumbsrubslowcircleson

hisskin,andhesmiles.

“gettingthere.”

imovemyhandstothefrontofhisjeansandpull

downthezipper.myintrepidfingersmovethroughhis

pubichairtohiserection,andigrasphimtightly.

hemakesalowsoundinhisthroat,hissweetbreath

washingoverme,andhekissesmeagain,lovingly.asmy

handmovesoverhim,aroundhim,strokinghim,squeezing

himtightly,heputshisarmsaroundme,hisrighthandflat

againstthemiddleofmybackandhisfingersspread.his

lefthandisinmyhair,holdingmetohismouth.

“oh,iwantyousomuch,baby,”hebreathes,and

stepsbacksuddenlytoremovehisjeansandboxersinone

swift,agilemove.heisafine,finesightinoroutof

clothes,everysingleinchofhim.

heisperfect.hisbeautydesecratedonlybyhisscars,

ithinksadly.andtheyrunsomuchdeeperthanhisskin.

“what’swrong,ana?”hemurmursandgentlystrokes

mycheekwithhisknuckles.

“nothing.loveme,now.”

hepullsmeintohisarms,kissingme,twistinghis

handsintomyhair.ourtonguesentwined,hewalksme

backwardtothebedandgentlylowersmeontoit,

followingmedownsothathe’slyingbymyside.

herunshisnosealongmyjawlineasmyhandsmove

tohishair.

“doyouha一veanyideahowexquisiteyourscentis,

ana?it’sirresistible.”

hiswordsdowhattheyalwaysdo—flamemyblood,

quickenmypulse—andhetrailshisnosedownmythroat,

acrossmybreasts,kissingmereverentiallyashedoes.

“youaresobeautiful,”hemurmurs,ashetakesoneof

mynipplesinhismouthandsoftlysuckles.

imoanasmybodybowsoffthebed.

“letmehearyou,baby.”

hishandtrailsdowntomywaist,andigloryinthefeel

ofhistouch,skintoskin—hishungrymouthatmybreasts

andhisskilledlongfingerscaressingandstrokingme,

cherishingme.movingovermyhips,overmybehind,and

downmylegtomyknee,andallthistimehe’skissingand

suckingmybreasts—ohmy.

graspingmyknee,hesuddenlyhitchesmylegup,

curlingitoverhiships,makingmegasp,andifeelrather

thanseehisrespondinggrinagainstmyskin.herollsover

sothatiamastridehimandhandsmeafoilpacket.

ishiftback,takinghiminmyhands,andijustcan’t

resisthiminallhisglory.ibendandkisshim,takinghimin

mymouth,swirlingmytonguearoundhim,thensucking

hard.hegroansandflexeshishipssothathe’sdeeperin

mymouth.

mmm...hetastesgood.iwanthiminsideme.isit

upandgazeathim;he’sbreathless,mouthopen,watching

meintently.

hurriedlyitearopenthecondomandunrollitover

him.heholdsouthishandsforme.itakeoneandwith

myotherhand,positionmyselfoverhim,thenslowlyclaim

himasmine.

hegroanslowinhisthroat,closinghiseyes.

thefeelofhiminme...stretching...fillingme—

imoansoftly—it’sdivine.heplaceshishandsonmyhips

andmovesmeup,down,andpushesintome.oh...it’s

sogood.

“oh,baby,”hewhispers,andsuddenlyhesitsupso

we’renosetonose,andthesensationisextraordinary—so

full.igasp,grabbinghisupperarmsasheclaspsmyhead

inhishandsandgazesintomyeyes—hisintenseandgray,

burningwithdesire.

“oh,ana.whatyoumakemefeel,”hemurmursand

kissesmepassionatelywithferventardor.ikisshimback,

dizzywiththedeliciousfeelingofhimburieddeepinside

me.

“oh,iloveyou,”imurmur.hegroansasifpainedto

hearmywhisperedwordsandrollsover,takingmewith

himwithoutbreakingourpreciouscontact,sothati’m

lyingbeneathhim.iwrapmylegsaroundhiswaist.

hestaresdownatmewithadoringwonder,andiam

sureimirrorhisexpressionasireachuptocaresshis

beautifulface.veryslowly,hestartstomove,closinghis

eyesashedoesandmoaningsoftly.

thegentleswayoftheboatandthepeaceandquiet

tranquilityofthecabinarebrokenonlybyourmingled

breathsashemovesslowlyinandoutofme,socontrolled

andsogood—it’shea一venly.heputshisarmovermy

head,hishandonmyhair,andhecaressesmyfacewith

theotherashebendstokissme.

i’mcocoonedbyhim,ashelovesme,slowlymoving

inandout,sa一voringme.itouchhim—stickingtothe

boundaries—hisarms,hishair,hislowerback,his

beautifulbehind—andmybreathingacceleratesashis

steadyrhythmpushesmehigherandhigher.he’skissing

mymouth,mychin,myjaw,thennibblingmyear.ican

hearhisstaccatobreathswitheachgentlethrustofhis

body.

mybodystartstoquiver.oh...thisfeelingthati

nowknowsowell...iamclose...oh...

“that’sright,baby...giveitupforme...please...

ana,”hemurmursandhiswordsaremyundoing.

“christian,”icallout,andhegroansaswebothcome

together.

“macwillbebacksoon,”hemurmurs.

“hmm.”myeyesflickeropentomeethissoftgraygaze.

lord,hiseyesareanamazingcolor—especiallyhere,out

onthesea—reflectingthelightbouncingoffthewater

throughthesmallportholesintothecabin.

“asmuchasi’dliketolieherewithyouallafternoon,

he’llneedahandwiththedinghy.”leaningover,christian

kissesmetenderly.“ana,youlooksobeautifulrightnow,

allmussedupandsexy.makesmewantyoumore.”he

smilesandrisesfromthebed.ilayonmyfrontadmiring

theview.

“youain’tsobadyourself,captain.”ismackmylipsin

admirationandhegrins.

iwatchhimmovegracefullyaboutthecabinashe

dresses.hereallyisdivinelybeautiful,andwhat’smore,

he’sjustmadesuchsweetlovetomeagain.icanhardly

believemygoodfortune.ican’tquitebelievethatthisman

ismine.hesitsdownbesidemetoputonhisshoes.

“captain,eh?”hesaysdryly.“well,iammasterofthis

vessel.”

icockmyheadtooneside.“youaremasterofmy

heart,mr.grey.”andmybody...andmysoul.

heshakeshisheadincredulouslyandbendstokiss

me.“i’llbeondeck.there’sashowerinthebathroomif

youwantone.doyouneedanything?adrink?”heasks

solicitously,andallicandoisgrinathim.isthisthesame

man?isthisthesamefifty?

“what?”hesays,reactingtomystupidgrin.

“you.”

“whataboutme?”

“whoareyouandwhatha一veyoudonewith

christian?”

helipstwitchwithasadsmile.

“he’snotveryfaraway,baby,”hesayssoftly,and

there’satouchofmelancholyinhisvoicethatmakesme

instantlyregretaskingthequestion.butheshakesitoff.

“you’llseehimsoonenough”—hesmirksatme

—“especiallyifyoudon’tgetup.”reachingover,he

smacksmehardonmybehindsoiyelpandlaughatthe

sametime.

“youhadmeworried.”

“didi,now?”christian’sbrowcreases.“youdogive

offsomemixedsignals,anastasia.how’samansupposed

tokeepup?”heleansdownandkissesmeagain.“laters,

baby,”headds,andwithadazzlingsmile,hegetsupand

lea一vesmetomyscatteredthoughts.

whenisurfaceondeck,macisbackonboard,buthe

disappearsontotheupperdeckasiopenthesaloon

doors.christianisonhisblackberry.talkingtowhom?i

wonder.hewandersoverandpullsmeclose,kissingmy

hair.

“greatnews...good.yeah...really?thefire

escapestairwell?...isee...yes,tonight.”

hehitstheendbutton,andthesoundoftheengines

firingupstartlesme.macmustbeinthecockpitabove.

“timetoheadback,”christiansays,kissingmeonce

moreashestrapsmeintomylifejacket.

thesunislowintheskybehindusaswemakeourway

backtothemarina,andireflectonawonderfulafternoon.

underchristian’scareful,patienttuition,iha一venow

stowedamainsail,aheadsail,andaspinnakerandlearned

totieareefknot,clovehitch,andsheepshank.hislips

weretwitchingthroughoutthelesson.

“imaytieyouuponeday,”imuttercrabbily.

hismouthtwistswithhumor.“you’llha一vetocatchme

first,misssteele.”

hiswordsbringtomindhimchasingmeroundthe

apartment,thethrill,thenthehideousaftermath.ifrown

andshudder.afterthat,ilefthim.

wouldilea一vehimagainnowthathe’sadmittedhe

lovesme?igazeupintohiscleargrayeyes.couldiever

lea一vehimagain—nomatterwhathedidtome?couldi

betrayhimlikethat?no.idon’tthinkicould.

he’sgivenmeamorethoroughtourofthisbeautiful

boat,explainingalltheinnovativedesignsandtechniques,

andthehigh-qualitymaterialsusedtobuildit.iremember

theinterviewwhenifirstmethim.ipickedupthenonhis

passionforships.ithoughthislovewasonlyforthe

ocean-goingfreightershiscompanybuilds—notforsupersexy,

sleekcatamarans,too.

and,ofcourse,he’smadesweet,unhurriedloveto

me.ishakemyhead,rememberingmybodybowedand

wantingbeneathhisexperthands.heisanexceptional

lover,i’msure—though,ofcourse,iha一venocomparison.

butkatewouldha一vera一vedmoreifitwasalwayslikethis;

it’snotlikehertoholdbackondetails.

buthowlongwillthisbeenoughforhim?ijustdon’t

know,andthethoughtisunnerving.

nowhesits,andistandinthesafecircleofhisarms

forhours,itseems,incomfortable,companionablesilence

asthegraceglidescloserandclosertoseattle.iha一ve

thewheel,christianadvisingonadjustmentseveryso

often.

“thereispoetryinsailingasoldastheworld,”he

murmursinmyear.

“thatsoundslikeaquote.”

isensehisgrin.“itis.antoinedesaint-exupéry.”

“oh...iadorethelittleprince.”

“me,too.”

itisearlyeveningaschristian,hishandsstillonmine,

steersusintothemarina.therearelightswinkingfromthe

boats,reflectingoffthedarkwater,butitisstilllight—a

balmy,brightevening,anovertureforwhatissuretobea

spectacularsunset.

acrowdgathersonthedocksideaschristianslowly

turnstheboataroundinarelativelysmallspace.hedoesit

witheaseandreversessmoothlyintothesameberthwe

leftearlier.macjumpsontothedockandtiesthegrace

securelytoabollard.

“backagain,”christianmurmurs.

“thankyou,”imurmurshyly.“thatwasaperfect

afternoon.”

christiangrins.“ithoughtso,too.perhapswecan

enrollyouinsailingschool,sowecangooutforafew

days,justthetwoofus.”

“i’dlovethat.wecanchristenthebedroomagainand

again.”

heleansforwardandkissesmeundermyear.

“hmm...ilookforwardtoit,anastasia,”hewhispers,

makingeverysinglehairfollicleonmybodystandto

attention.

howdoeshedothat?

“come,theapartmentisclean.wecangoback.”

“whataboutourthingsatthehotel?”

“taylorhascollectedthemalready.”

oh!when?

“earliertoday,afterhedidasweepofthegracewith

histeam.”christiananswersmyunspokenquestion.

“doesthatpoormaneversleep?”

“hesleeps.”christianquirksaneyebrowatme,

puzzled.“he’sjustdoinghisjob,anastasia,whichhe’s

verygoodat.jasonisarealfind.”

“jason?”

“jasontaylor.”

irememberwhenithoughttaylorwashisfirstname.

jason.itsuitshim—solid,reliable.forsomereasonit

makesmesmile.

“you’refondoftaylor,”christiansays,eyeingme

withspeculation.

“isupposeiam.”hisquestionderailsme.hefrowns.

“i’mnotattractedtohim,ifthat’swhyyou’refrowning.

stop.”

christianisalmostpouting—sulky.

jeez,he’ssuchachildsometimes.“ithinktaylor

looksafteryouverywell.that’swhyilikehim.heseems

kind,reliableandloyal.hehasana一vuncularappealto

me.”

“avuncular?”

“yes.”

“okay,a一vuncular.”christianistestingthewordand

meaning.ilaugh.

“oh,christian,growup,forhea一ven’ssake.”

hismouthdropsopen,surprisedbymyoutburst,but

thenhefrownsasifconsideringmystatement.“i’mtrying,”

hesayseventually.

“thatyouare.very.”ianswersoftlybutthenrollmy

eyesathim.

“whatmemoriesyouevokewhenyourollyoureyesat

me,anastasia.”hegrins.

ismirkathim.“well,ifyoubeha一veyourself,maybe

wecanrelivesomeofthosememories.”

hismouthtwistswithhumor.“beha一vemyself?”he

raiseshiseyebrows.“really,misssteele—whatmakes

youthinkiwanttorelivethem?”

“probablythewayyoureyeslituplikechristmas

whenisaidthat.”

“youknowmesowellalready,”hesaysdryly.

“i’dliketoknowyoubetter.”

hesmilessoftly.“andiyou,anastasia.”

“thanks,mac.”christianshakesmcconnell’shandand

stepsonthedock.

“alwaysapleasure,mr.grey,andgood-bye.ana,

greattomeetyou.”

ishakehishandshyly.hemustknowwhatchristian

andiwereuptoontheboatwhilehewentashore.