I wouldn’t allow them. Far too long had I permitted people I could barely stand to control my life. This felt as if I was escaping their claws, busting out and learning to rely on my good common sense.
Plus, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. His hot breath cascaded across my skin as he nipped my chin, slowly lowering my head until we were able to stare eye to eye. I had a feeling he was giving me one last opportunity to bail.
That wasn’t going to happen.
I reassured him in the one way I knew he couldn’t ignore. I shifted my hips back and forth, creating enough friction he exhaled. Then I jerked the shirt from his trousers until I was able to slide my hand underneath. The touch of his heated skin immediately scalded my fingertips.
Moaning, I pulled away just enough to offer a wicked smile. I could sense he was close to losing some amount of control. He backed away, breaking our connection and ripping at his loose tie. He never blinked, never uttered a word when he tossed it aside. Every action he took was deliberate, including the way he unbuttoned more of his shirt before yanking it off from the collar behind his head.
When he was shirtless, my gasp was audible. I’d never seen a man so beautiful in my life. He was chiseled to utter perfection and forget about six-pack abs. He had at least eight and I planned on counting and tracing each with my finger to find out if I was right.
With my mouth watering, I licked my lips and he caught it, his eyes twinkling, but his patience had already worn thin.
Taking a single step closer, he tugged on my sweater, yanking it over my head, I wasn’t paying any attention or watching, but I felt the soft material fall to my feet.
Immediately, he advanced again, a deep rumble coming from his chest. He was growling and the sound was entirely too sultry and inviting.
The way he cupped my breasts, his nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing screamed of possession. He rubbed his thumbs back and forth across the thin lace covering my nipples until I shuddered visibly. My entire body was tingling, already so sensitive I was lost in a sweet haze.
Every muscle in his body was tense, his jaw clenched tightly.
“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered before pinching my hardened buds. The pain was surprisingly delightful, creating another wave of excitement tearing through me. He studied my expression, the corners of his upper lip curling as if satisfied I wasn’t going to run away in fear or disgust.
I rolled my palms up his chest, allowing my fingers to knead his skin. Still hot to the touch, the feeling was incredible, his sculpted muscles like works of art.
Bending down, he pulled the lace and one nipple into his mouth. Gasping, I threw my head back, forced to grab one arm. I was unsteady, stars floating in front of my eyes. His tongue was magnificent, the passion he exuded igniting my very core.
As he sucked on my nipple, I felt myself relaxing, melting in a way I’d never done before.
Yet the need was continuing to build within both of us. I felt him reach behind me, unclasping my bra. When he pulled the material free, I almost covered my breasts as I would normally do.
No man had ever truly made me feel beautiful. Even after all the stages I’d been on, countries I’d been to, and the millions ofadoring fans, no one had understood I’d been hiding behind a mask. I sensed Sasha did and had from day one.
He cupped both breasts, squeezing them until I moaned. Now he pinched both nipples while giving me an even more heated look. He brushed his lips from one to the other, taking his time to suck and bite down on both hard buds. He had no way of knowing how alive he was making me feel or how the electricity was allowing me to feel invincible.
And uninhibited.
I cradled his head on my arm, realizing if he wasn’t holding me that I could fall to the floor. That’s how nervous I remained.
As if sensing I was still skittish, he rose to his full height, but I should have known by the look of mischief on his face that he had a surprise in store for me. Before I had a chance to exclaim or dare resist, he lifted me into his arms, cradling me. I was certain he was about to take us into his bedroom.
But I was wrong.
He headed to the kitchen table, ripping out a chair and placing me on the surface.
“What is this?” I asked. For some reason, I was shivering more than I’d been before. Maybe because there was a huge bank of uncovered windows only inches away.
The thought was naughty, but the act would be… Sexy as hell.
I was aware he’d grabbed first one shoe then the other, yanking both off my feet. The sound of them being tossed to the floor brought a few tiny whimpers. I’d closed my eyes for fear of backing out. This was by far the sexiest thing I’d ever done.
He wasted no more time, standing over me with a wild look in his eyes as he unfastened my jeans. The man was teasing me, taking his time to unzip. But as soon as he did, he rolled his fingers under the tight waistband.
There was something different about him. He’d meant what he said. There was no turning back and I craved him being even rougher than he was doing.
Again, I could swear the man was reading my mind. He yanked at my jeans, tearing them from my body. When I was in my thong and nothing else, he cursed under his breath. Was that Russian?
“What did you just say to me?”
