And yet not his.
Keira released the seat to lace her fingers through his hair, holding his face against her pussy as she ground against his mouth.“I’m so close, Dmitri.Don’t stop.”
His name on her lips only spurred him on.He increased his tempo, growling against her heated flesh.And just like that, she was coming, her cries filling the car, her body so tense it was a wonder it didn’t shatter.
Dmitri rested his forehead on her stomach, breathing hard.He wanted to keep going, to drive her to orgasm again and again until all she knew was the feel of his mouth and the sensation of his touch.Until he became her world.
It wouldn’t solve anything.
When she managed to recover, she’d still hate him.She’d still do everything in her power to undermine him and work against his goals.Keira was furious at him, and it may be time to admit she had reason to be.
The issue was that, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t sure how to fix a problem.He didn’t know how to fixthis.He couldn’t outmaneuver her into being less difficult.Every time he thought he had her locked down, she turned around and managed to surprise him.She wasn’t going to quit.She absolutely wasn’t going to roll over and obey his commands.She didn’t even seem to fear him most of the time.
He finally lifted his head to find her watching him.She cleared her throat.“If you throw that into the bargain on a regular basis, I might reconsider sharing your bed.”
A small concession, but a concession all the same.He didn’t grin, but the impulse was there.Maybe thereisa way to convince Keira to cleave to my commands.He dragged his mouth from one of her hips to the other.“Every night,moya koroleva.”
“You keep calling me that.”She shifted to let him nip at her inner thigh.“What does it mean?”
“Would you have all my secrets in the space of an hour?Nyet, I will tell you another time.”He licked over the dip where thigh led to pussy.“Stay in my bed tonight, Keira.”He wasn’t self-delusional enough to pretend his insistence was for his own purposes.He wanted to know this woman, and part of that was seeing her when all those glorious defenses were down.He wanted to observe her in the small moments upon waking and before sleep.
He wanted her available for his every whim, to reach for in the night when he woke desiring her.He wanted to sinkhis cock into her pussy and discover her desires and needs when sex was on the table.
But, for now, he’d be content with her in his bed at all.
She shuddered out a breath.“Tonight.One time only.”
Still with the stipulations.He growled against her skin.“Tonight, and we’ll discuss tomorrow tomorrow.”It would give him plenty of time to find a way around her protestations and convince her that it was reallyheridea to be in his bed—permanently.“In the meantime, I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.”He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her to meet his mouth.
Keira woke up to find the car still and quiet.She rubbed her eyes and looked around, totally disoriented.She’d passed out sometime after the sixth or seventh orgasm, tucked against Dmitri’s body with his hand idly stroking her thighs.Now there was no one in the backseat except her.
She dressed as quickly as possible with her legs still feeling like Jell-O.No lie, she’d known it would be good with Dmitri Romanov, but she hadn’t anticipatedhowgood.They hadn’t even had sex yet and he’d made her body sing… though he hadn’t let her touchhim.She stopped in the middle of slipping on her shoes and frowned.That was weird, right?Every guy she’d been with up to this point had seen sex as a transaction—each side paid in orgasms.It wasn’t always equal, but both parties came at least once.Usually.
What game is he playing at now?
There had to be some reason behind it, even if he hadn’t seemed particularly cool and collected when he’d goneafter her pussy like it owed him money.She shook her head.It didn’t matter what his motivation was.She’d gotten hers, and she hadn’t given anything in the process.Best to put it out of her mind because if the car was stopped, that meant they were back in Boston and she had to face her family.
What was left of it.
Her good mood evaporated.She couldn’t be in the O’Malley house without looking for the missing piece.Every time Keira walked into the library, she half expected to find Devlin holed up with a book, and every time the door to her room opened, she’d held out hope that it would be him coming in to tell her what new brilliance he’d gotten up to with his tech stuff.
She hadn’t realized how much of that pressure had disappeared in New York until she stepped out of the town car and found herself in front of her old home.God, I miss him so much.
Shut it down.
But there was no convenient haze of alcohol or drugs to keep the grief from sinking deep and taking hold.It had been three years since Devlin died, but all that meant was that he should have graduated college by now and be in the middle of his great European adventure.He wasn’t supposed to bedead, rotting six feet underground while the rest of them went on as if nothing had changed.
Nothing, and yet everything.
“Keira.”
She was pathetically grateful for Dmitri’s presence intruding on her thoughts.She turned to find him leaning against the trunk of the car.He caught sight of her expression and pushed to his feet.“Come here.”
“I’m not a dog you can summon whenever you want.”But she took his hand and let him pull her against him.His thighs bracketed her in, but for once she didn’t feel trapped.The contact grounded her the same way his spicy scent did.She inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm her racing heart.“I’m fine.”
“I know.”He slipped one hand along her jaw to guide her face up, and then he kissed her as if he’d done it a thousand times before.This wasn’t the claim of ownership their last had been.He brushed his lips across hers once, twice, a third time, and then traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue.Asking.
She gave herself over to the kiss, to him, parting her lips even as she tucked her arms into his jacket to wrap around his waist.What are we doing?The reason—because there was a reason for every single goddamn thing Dmitri did—didn’t matter as much as the distraction he offered.With his tongue stroking hers, she wasn’t thinking about the town house looming behind them, or the coming confrontation, or even the memories that had plagued her for years while she lived in this place.
