“Besides,” he said, leaning in. “It was only a blow job. And only once. She bit me.” He nipped her inner thigh with his teeth.
Natasha’s head fell back and she let out an unsteady chuckle. “Aww, but you like a little biting sometimes.”
Only when you do it,he wanted to say. Instead, he admitted, “Not that hard. And not where she did it.”
And then he stroked her clit with his tongue and she didn’t ask any more questions.
Dimitri wasn’t done, though. He had more he wanted to say, but he needed her pliant and gasping, desperate. He licked her seam, driving his tongue inside her, savoring her taste and her high-pitched little moans. He circled her clit with his tongue and teased her entrance with his fingers, but he didn’t give her the penetration he knew she wanted, and held back on letting her shatter.
When she was gasping and sobbing, her nails scrabbling at his shoulders in desperate need, he sheathed himself in a condom and moved up her body, notching himself against her.
She wriggled beneath him, arching and trying to take him in, but he held her hips down. He had questions he wanted answered.
“Macho,” she whispered, the closest she would ever come to begging.
He kissed her hard, nearly losing the battle of wills when she sucked on his tongue. He pulled back and demanded, “Why did you fuck Jackson?”
She shook her head, curls spilling out across the pillow, the sweet scent of figs threatening to overwhelm his resolve. “Why do you care?”
He slipped an arm beneath her and cupped the back of her neck. “Why, Tasha?”
When she didn’t answer, he flexed his hips, teasing her. She moaned and clutched his ass, trying to pull him into her.
“Tell me.” With her breasts pressed to his chest and her hot little body under his, his control was hanging by a thread. He had no right to ask. He’d had his fair share of women who weren’t her, and he knew she’d fucked other men. But Jackson had been the most recent that he knew of, and the most often on his radar. “I was coming to the club that night to see you. When I got there, you were leaving with him. Why?”
With a groan, she finally cried out, “Because he wasn’tyou.”
He blinked.
“Are you happy?” She glared fiercely. “He wasn’t you. He was uncomplicated and easy and . . . goddammit, he never made me feel like this.Never.”
Dimitri’s heart leaped. “Like what? Feel like what?”
“Like I’m going to fucking explode if you don’t fuck me! Do it already. Dimitri, for the love of god, just put your fucking cock inside me and fuck me hard!”
With a powerful surge of his hips, he slammed into her.
She squeezed her eyes shut. “God, yes!”
They fucked until she was screaming his name and he was grinding his teeth to keep from coming. Then he pulled out and flipped over.
“Your turn,” he said. “Climb on.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She panted, crawling over him. “I’m gonna lose my job.”
He rolled his eyes. Again with this. He wasn’t going to be able to convince her they were meant for each other if she was worrying about the stupidDance Off.
“Stop thinking.” He lifted her by the hips and drove into her. She moaned and arched to take him deeper. “Ride me.”
She dug her nails into his chest, hard enough to leave marks, and took up the pounding rhythm.
Her long, lean body rose above him, skin dewy with sweat, cheeks flushed. Her hair was loose, the dark curls falling over her bouncing breasts and down her back. The scent of ginger surrounded him, and the way she bit her lower lip as she rode his cock captivated his attention.
She took his breath away. Having her here, in his home, in his bed . . . it was all he wanted. When she left . . .
Ifshe left. He had to figure out a way to show her she had a place here. Asking about Jackson and making vague statements that could be about other women weren’t going to help his case.
If he wanted her to stay, he had to put his heart on the line. For her, he could do it.
