Nicolai whispered against my lips, a kiss punctuating every pause, “Lexi, if I wasn’t already planning, to make you scream my name, pulling me down like that, would make mewild.”
And his words made meferal.I twisted my hands in his shirt’s fabric, holding him, as he lowered himself to his forearms and kissed me until I was breathless.
“Nicolai,”I whispered against his lips,needingmore and yet,dammit,not knowing what I wanted.
“Yes, you’ll say it just like that, with that sexy little catch in your voice, but louder,” he whispered and buried his face under my chin, mouthing and just barely scraping his teeth over my throat.
The anticipation, theneed,coiled inside me, and I stretched my arms above my head and pointed my toes, trying to dispel the clench between my legs and inside my body.
Nicolai’s hand raced up my arm and captured both my wrists above my head, pinning my hands to the bedspread while he was kissing me.
Oh, wow, that was a lot.My heart raced to a frantic gallop against my ribs, and I broke off the kiss to stare at my wrists where he was holding me down.
“Oh, angel, youreyes,”he whispered as his hand retreated,caressing down my arm. “I have to remember to take thingsslowly.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders because I should remember not to tempt him to do too much. “It wasfine.I’mfine.Really, I’m sort of freaky. I was, you know, in the theatre. Cast parties. I can handle anything you can dish out,” I blustered.
He chuckled against my shoulder as he kissed me. “Oh, yes. I sensed that about you, that you must be terribly kinky.” He kissed farther up my neck. “Depraved.” He pressed his lips over my pulse. “You scare me.”
His patronizing tone made me want to flip him over and jump on him, but I wasn’t a hundred percent sure of what to do with him once I jumped him, so I didn’t.
I mean, Iknew.Health class hadn’t been that much help. But I’d seen diagrams. And the internet.
But I didn’tknow.
I just knew that Nicolai’s strong, muscular body moving over mine reduced my rationalizing to rubble.
He easily pressed himself off me like a push-up, leaving one of his knees between my legs. His eyes sparkled with amusement.
His knee dividing my thighs, not even close to the apex, was a jarring intrusion like he was forcing my legs apart, even though I’d moved my legs to the sides on purpose because he needed somewhere to rest his knee so that he wasn’t hovering over me on his fingertips and toes.
My legs werespread.
The hard muscle of his leg pressed against my inner thighs.
That partof me wasaccessibleto him.
It was different from when I’d been sitting on his legs in the car, when I’d been in control.
My body was vulnerable.
He leaned on one arm beside my head, using his other tosqueeze the top few hooks down the black satin front of my bustier, expertly popping them open and giving me more room to breathe with each release.
But I couldn’t seem to gasp enough air.
My heartbeat thundered like I was fighting either him or myself.
Nicolai glanced up at me again, his gaze moving between my eyes, and his smile softened. “Lexi. Angel.”
He stopped unhooking my bustier and kissed me softly on my lips again, then down to my chest, another slow and sweet kiss to my mouth, then the curve of my breast, and he alternated, soothing my fears and yet tightening my desire. “What do you say if you want me to stop?” he murmured.
I slipped my hands under his collar. The skin of his neck and shoulders warmed my palms, and a little more of his cologne puffed from inside his shirt. “I would say red. But I’m not saying it.”
He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes again, his hands still. “And what do you say to keep going?”
“Yes.I say yes.Yes.”
“That’s my girl.”
