Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades #1)

Slowly the outside world invades my senses, and oh my, what an invasion.

I am floating, my limbs soft and languid, utterly spent.

I’m lying on top of him, my head on his chest, and he smells divine: freshly laundered linen and some expensive body wash and the best, most seductive scent on the planet… Christian.

I don’t want to move. I want to breathe this elixir for eternity. I nuzzle him, wishing I didn’t have the barrier of his T-shirt. And as rhyme and reason return to the rest of my body, I stretch my hand out on his chest. This is the first time I’ve touched him here. He’s firm…strong.