“May I?”
She nodded fervently, and he grinned. Her heart squeezed at the joy she saw in his eyes, as if he was nothing more than a young boy who had never known a day’s sadness in his life.
Pulling him close, she kissed him again, and they were lost in each other again, his earlier task forgotten.
She had worked her hands into his shirt by now, pulling the buttons loose, and he broke away with a gasp when her hands found his flesh. She smiled at the reaction, enjoying the feel of his muscles tightening under her touch. A moment later he had pushed his shirt open, but he abandoned it halfway so that it hung from his shoulders as he reached impatiently for her again.
As his mouth met hers, she pushed closer to him, meshing their bodies together, thigh to thigh, chest to chest. She could feel him against her hip now, and fire pooled in her stomach, making her shift against him restlessly. He groaned at the movement, and when he broke away to look at her, his eyes were glittering.
“Take this off, please,” he grunted, pulling at her collar. She obliged, raising shaky fingers to the buttons and pulling them free.
He had never seen her like this before, they had always been interrupted before things could have gone this far, even that one interlude two weeks ago—when she had thought that finally they could do more—had been cut short unexpectedly.
She couldn't look at him now, her eyes stayed on her fingers as they unbuttoned and pulled the material aside, her heart pounding with more nervousness than anticipation and desire. This wasn't her first time, she’d had her youthful indiscretions, hidden from her father, back in Rakhmonov, before she’d joined the Academy—but that was then. And this was her first time withLuka.
A shiver ran up her spine as she shrugged her blouse off, and she heard him draw in a sharp breath.
She looked up when he reached for her, and his eyes were on fire. His fingers splayed themselves on her waist, and as he ran his thumb gently over her skin, she shuddered. He moved to put his mouth on her neck, fingers moving up until they found a breast. She tore her mouth away from his on a gasp, and he smirked, looking very satisfied with himself.
Well, that would never do.
He hissed in a breath when she reached for him in turn, her fingers slipping under the waistband of his trousers, her other hand tangling in his hair and pulling him down to her. He shivered against her when her fingers found him, and then it was her turn to smile.
She had just wrapped her fingers around him when his hips jerked, and he pushed himself away from her, eyes wild.
“Maya,” he ground out, a question in his eyes, and she nodded.
He caught her by the shoulders and reversed their positions, so that she could hoist herself onto her workbench. A pipette rolled to the floor with the movement and broke, making her wince, but then his hands were moving to her legs, unbuttoning and unlacing. She shimmied out of her trousers, even as he slid his own trousers down his hips.
“Oh, Luka,” she said, eyebrows raising as she saw him for the first time, and she looked up in time to see him blush. She laughed delightedly as she pulled him to her and slid her fingers under the navy-blue material that was now doing a poor job of covering him. He shuddered under her slow and thorough exploration, and a moment later he had stepped away from her.
“This has gone on long enough,” he gritted out, and then his fingers were pulling her undergarments down her legs.
Her mouth fell open on a gasp when he slid one finger inside her, the sound adding to his own low growl. Her back arched uncontrollably, eyes slipping shut as she moaned his name.
Her mind was going…he had added another finger now…
In the middle of the kiss, she snapped her hips forward, taking him completely into herself. He tore his mouth away from hers, dropping his face to her neck with a gasp.
“Maya—gods—”
He pushed her to the countertop, meeting her eyes as he put one hand on her hip and tangled his fingers in her hair, bracing the other above her head.
“Luka,” she commanded shakily, and he nodded.
With a small groan he pulled out of her all the way and made her gasp before surging back into her. She made a high-pitched sound that should’ve embarrassed her, but she was too buys arching off the counter, her fingernails digging into his shoulders and her legs going round his waist. Luka’s fingers tightened on her hip, and she knew she would have some bruises later, but right now she couldn't care, not as long as he kept moving his hips likethat.
He picked up the pace, his rhythm guided by her moans.
“Faster,” she breathed, meeting his pace, and Luka dropped his hand between her legs, fingers moving through the slick folds as his thumb moved in sure strokes against her.
His name spilled from her lips—and then she was coming in a blaze of color and light, her nails digging into his back like little spikes of heat, while he followed with a roar of his own soon after.
When Maya came back to herself, they were in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs. They were both panting, and she felt his smile against her neck as her fingers swept over his sweaty back in slow, gentle strokes as they both came down from their high.
“Well now, that wasdefinitelyworth the wait.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
