“A few. Occupational hazards of intelligence work.”
“Show me.”
The request arouses me even more than touching him has. “That would require taking off my clothes.”
“I’m aware.”
“But you just?—”
“I’m not planning to throw you around the room. I just want to see you. All of you.”
His voice has dropped to that low, husky tone that makes my skin flush with want. And then he leans down and kisses me like he’s afraid I might disappear if he’s too demanding.
I part my lips and let him explore my mouth with a tenderness that makes my heart squeeze.
“Careful,” he murmurs when I try to pull him closer.
“I’ll be careful. You just focus on making me forget everything except how much I want you.”
His mouth covers mine slowly at first, testing. When I tug his hair and don’t let go, he groans and finally gives in.
He helps me out of my oversized T-shirt, but when his hands find the clasp of my bra, he pauses.
“Tell me if anything hurts.”
The corner of my mouth quirks up as I respond, “The only thing that hurts is how slowly you’re moving.”
He removes my bra and stares down at my bare chest like he’s seeing me for the first time. When his mouth finds my nipple, I arch into him despite the pull of stitches.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes against my skin.
I can’t stop the giggle that erupts from my mouth. “Perfect women don’t survive assassination attempts and come back asking for more.”
His hands roam over my exposed skin while I work at his belt with my good hand. The metal buckle gives me trouble, and when I grumble, he offers, “Let me help.”
He peels his clothes off, never looking away from me. We’re naked now except for my panties and the bandages covering my shoulder.
He slips his thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and slides them down my legs, pressing soft kisses to my hip bones as he goes. When I’m bare, he settles between my legs, dragging his tongue along my inner thigh and making me whimper from the anticipation.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he tells me, his breath hot against my skin.
“Dmitri, please.”
“Please what?”
“Stop teasing me and fuck me with your tongue.”
Dmitri chuckles before his tongue finds my center, and the sensation makes me suck in a gasp and grip the sheets with my good hand.
He licks through my folds with broad strokes that build pleasure, and I moan with every touch.
“You taste incredible,” he mumbles between laps. “Like fucking perfection.”
When he focuses on my clit with gentle suction, I buck against his mouth and barely contain a scream. He holds my hips steady while he works me, alternating between soft licks and firm pressure that has me trembling on the edge.
“I’m close,” I pant.
“Not yet. I want to watch you.”
