He seemed almost surprised that he’d spoken to me in a different language. “Chto ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina, kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl.” He leaned over, planting his hands on either side of me. “I said that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
The man could have said that to any woman or every one of them he’d dated, and I was certain he’d had his share of women in his life, but he had a way of making me feel euphoric.
He studied me for a few seconds, using a single finger and placing the tip on the bridge of my nose. Then he rolled it ever so slowly down to my lips, pushing it inside. Even the taste of his finger was a powerful aphrodisiac, keeping me enthralled while I sucked on the tip.
With another smile on his face, he pulled it free, continuing tracing around my lips and across from one side of my jaw to the other. The man reeked of passion and obviously knew he was driving me mad by the crazed yet controlling look in his eyes.
After cocking his head, he brushed the rough pad down between my breasts, following the trail with his eyes. When he rolled it around one nipple then the other, I expected to feel the exquisite slice of pain, but he was far more interested in something else.
He circled my belly button before finally sliding his finger back and forth across the thin elastic of my thong.
“You’ve already driven me crazy.” While his accent had been sexy as hell from the first time I’d heard it, right now it was at the point of my entire body being lit on fire.
Where he’d ripped the material of my jeans away before, he took his time to roll the thin material of my thong down my thighs, checking with me every few seconds to ensure I was alright.
He had no idea how aroused I’d become, but he should given my scent of raging desire was freely floating between us.
Heat rose across both cheeks and I clapped my hands onto my face. In all the concerts I’d performed, the tight little outfits and costume malfunctions, I’d never once felt embarrassed. Maybe I’d learned far too well how to don a mask, pretending to be the superstar. That had been easy in comparison to this.
Right now, being in his kitchen in his home, completely naked while he was still wearing clothes, possibly seen by his neighbors, even though I knew a thick wall surrounded the property, was without a doubt the most embarrassing moment of my life.
I suddenly felt the same wild flush of electricity that I had before. Very slowly, I eased my hands away, now staring at his gorgeous face. “What now?” I asked, the sound of my voice as nervous as I was.
“That’s simple. Now, I devour you. After that, I’ll make you mine.”
CHAPTER 5
Lainey
My experience indulgingin passion was limited. The tabloids had gotten it all wrong.
The life they’d pegged me with living had nothing to do with the teacher who enjoyed quiet nights with a book by the fire.
I was a wild child, always out with the hottest looking men. Actors. Musicians. Hell, I’d dated two hockey players in my career, yet I couldn’t remember their names.
Because other than pretending to be on a couple of dates, we hadn’t even talked on the phone. Such was the glitz and glamor of being a superstar.
That’s why I was rattled, uncertain of myself around him. Not only was Sasha a few years older, he was also extremely accomplished in everything he’d ever touched.
Having him protect me with not one but two men who acted like I was their property had certainly been a pleasant surprise. His words of possession should scare or anger me. The reason they hadn’t? Because he was used to getting what he wanted,taking it if necessary. I found that sexy as hell in a man. He oozed self-confidence, something others would likely call arrogance.
He had both hands planted on either side of me, his eyes filled with utter dominance, every aspect of his body reeking of passion. When I didn’t deny his proclamation, he leaned further over, sliding his tongue across the seam of my mouth.
I expected him to capture my lips, but he nipped my bottom one instead before tracing the bridge of my nose with two fingers. He took his time trailing them along my jaw to my shoulder. When he brushed the tips down one arm, I could tell he was momentarily lost in the past.
And in someone he’d very much cared about.
Maybe for some women knowing he was thinking about another woman would be a mood breaker. Not this time and not with this man. He was letting go just like I’d done, only with people who wanted nothing more than to destroy my life.
As his chest rose and fell, he rolled his fingers down to my hand, pulling it into his. I had no idea what to expect, but when he kissed my knuckles, even rubbing his lips against them, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He wasn’t just gorgeous. He was the epitome of the perfect man. And I’d seen plenty of them in my life.
His eyes sparked only seconds later, now becoming wild with desire. It was as if a switch had been flipped. The slight growl coming from his throat was completely predatory, causing another wave of shivers.
That was the moment he shifted from the past to the present. After placing my hand on the table, he pulled the chair closer, thumping down and immediately lifting and bending my legs. When he dropped his head, the feel of his hot breath created a wave of shivers. I threw my arms out, gripping the edge of the table.
I was shocked how just the closeness and the act of teasing me was enough to set my body on fire. He chuckled softly as he darted his tongue around my clit. Every muscle jerked from the slight action. I was floored, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out. Why in God’s name was I so nervous around him?
