“I hope so,” she agrees, “but now I’ve ditched my date. That’s so rude.” She huddles into my tux jacket and I realize she’s shaking.
“You’re freezing, baby,” I look around. One of the greenhouses is lit up, vapor fogging the glass. “Let’s warm up in there for a minute.”
Once inside, Mariya sighs in relief. “This is so much better.”
I walk through the rows of vegetables, passing the miniature pear and orange trees. “You know, Lucca arranged for a special night at last year’s Christmas Eve party in one of the greenhouses.”
“Oh, I heard details,” she said. “Maybe you should put me down for a minute?”
“I don’t know, I’m enjoying this,” I said, “you’re keeping my back warm.” Her breasts press against my back as she laughs, and I stifle another groan. My erection finally went down after wandering through the campus in the freezing ass weather and now my treacherous dick is already hardening again. Reluctantly, I unhook my arms from under her knees and help her down. She self-consciously pulls my jacket around her, looking around us. It’s utterly silent in the greenhouse, and I spot one of the heaters a row over. “Come here, let’s warm you up.”
Her eyes dart down to my crotch and she flushes a bright pink. “Um, one of us is already warmed up.”
“I can’t help biology,” I protest, winding through the little fruit trees, “you’re beautiful and I’m turned on.”
“Smooth, Kon, very smooth,” she says, cuddling up to the heater. I’ve never been jealous of an appliance in my life, but here’s my new normal. “I still have a hard time understanding why you risked so much to end our engagement. I mean, if my brother didn’t kill you, it was possible your father would.”
Straightening my jacket around her, I groan under my breath when my fingers brush her breast. Her sharp inhale tells me that she noticed. “I knew it would be the only way we could make this work together,” I said. “Not because you had to marry me, but because you wanted to.”
“That is… so insanely romantic that I don’t know what to say,” she said, shaking her head.
“Say I can kiss you,” I said.
Her beautiful eyes widened, the sharp blue fading into the soft lavender I'd missed. “Yes, please.”
“Thank god,” I said hoarsely, cupping her face in my hands.
Chapter Twenty-Four
In which there are two words: Greenhouse. Sex.
Undo Undo - Catherine Moan
Mariya…
I try to clear my throat and it sounds like something between a squeak and a seal’s bark. He’s staring at me with such intensity, unapologetically masculine mixed with maybe twenty-five percent tenderness, and I have no idea how to handle this. All my old feelings of resentment try to surge up.
He risked his Bratva’s alliance with yours to give you a choice,clearheaded Mariya thinks.
He’s just going to do this to you again, lure you in with amazing sex and sweet words, and then he’ll pull the rug out from under you,past experience Mariya adds.
Then his lips are on mine and the time for rational thinking is gone.
“I’ve missed this,” he says, running his tongue along the seam of my lips and slipping inside. His arm slides around my back,pulling me closer and slotting me between his legs as he leans against one of the long tables. I can feel his dick, hot and hard between us.
“Which part exactly?” I manage.
He leans back a bit, looking me over. “All of it,” he says, as if it should be obvious and sucks on my tongue. His hands slide under my dress to my ass, hauling me up to straddle him. My knees are resting on the worn wood of the table, he’s pushed little pots of herbs aside for us, and the air is scented with rosemary and bruised sprigs of thyme. It’s warm and earthy with the steam on the windows and it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.
His long fingers are squeezing rhythmically against my ass, and two slip under my undies and stroke along my wet center. “I’ve definitely missed this,” he groans, pushing them inside me.
Digging my nails into his tuxedo shirt, I arch my back, pushing shamelessly against his fingers, the heel of his hand rubbing hard on my clitoris. “C- can I bite you?” I panted, not caring how it sounds, but he nods, pulling open his shirt collar for me and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed.
Latching on to my favorite spot on his muscled shoulder, I moan when he slides another finger inside me. “Too much!” I gasp.
“Not enough,” he laughed, groaning as I bit harder. He yanks up on my lace undies, rubbing them harshly across my swollen clit and it sends an electric bolt of heat through me. How could a single move send my entire lower half sizzling? Kissing my throat, he tugs the wet lace against my clitoris more time and rips it off. “Sorry,” he says insincerely, scooting himself further on the table. “Is here okay? I wanted to wait and do this right, in my-”
I scrabble at the button on his dress pants and he laughs, so I bite him again. “Is that a yes,Pchelka?”He reluctantly pulls his hand away from my ass to help me unzip his pants, pushing them down enough to get his cock out. Wrapping my fingers around it, I squeeze, it’s hot, and hard. It’s so thick. How can it be as big as I remembered it?
