“You drive me crazy, Evie,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re all I can fucking think about.”
“It’s the coveralls,” I tell him. “They drive the men crazy.”
He gives a deep laugh, and the sound of it has quickly become one of my most favorite things. “Other men better not be looking at you, but you do look adorable in them.”
I run my fingers over his stubbled jaw, kissing the dimple when it makes an appearance and then slowly working my way to his ear. His breath hitches when I run my tongue over his earlobe before giving it a suck.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” he groans when I rock my hips, desperate to grind against something.
“You’re the one who showed up at my work looking all sexy,” I remind him. “This is really all your fault.”
“I did show up, but I also caught you listening to your book, so something tells me you were already riled up before I even got here.”
“Only because it made me think about you,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about?”
I kiss his neck, hungry for the taste of him. “I was thinking about how much I liked it when you cupped my pussy like you owned it.”
He fists my ponytail again and pulls me back so he can see me. His eyes are darker, the pupils blown, and the look on his face is one of pure, raw need.
“I do own it, Evie. Every fucking inch of you is mine and only mine.”
If anyone else said that to me, I’d be running as fast as my short legs would take me, but in Valeri’s arms, all I can do is nod in agreement, because every part of me is already his, even if he hasn’t taken it yet.
“There’s a study cubicle in the corner,” I say, pointing behind him.
He gives me a wink and carries me to the small room. When he shuts the door, there’s enough light coming in from the main room for us to see each other. He sets me down on the table and kisses me hard. I set the flowers aside and tug off my glasses because they constantly get in the way and then start to unzip my coveralls. When I begin to pull them off my upper body, he groans and breaks the kiss.
“What are you doing,lapochka?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, because I’ve been clueless and running on nothing but instinct ever since he first pressed his lips to mine. “I just want you closer.”
When I’ve pulled them down to my waist, he groans and slides his hands down my body, gripping my hips and tilting me back before cupping my pussy like he knows I love. His fingers drag along my jeans, sending shivers of pleasure all through me, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I moan, reaching down to unbutton my jeans.
“Fuck,” he groans, watching me unzip my pants. Without a word, he scoots the chair out and picks me up, sitting down with me in his lap so my back is pressed against his chest. I feel the hard length of him beneath my ass and rock my hips. “You feel what you do to me? You’re about to make me lose my goddamn mind, baby.”
He slides a hand across my stomach and slowly drags a finger along the top of my panties, just barely dipping inside. Goosebumps rise all over my skin, and my heart is racing so fast I can feel every damn beat. I watch his fingers, waiting for them to dip lower, and when he doesn’t, I hook my thighs outside his, spreading my legs even wider and let out a frustrated huff of air.
“Is this what you want?” he whispers against my ear.
“Yes, please yes,” I beg, feeling him smile against my ear.
He slowly slides his hand down, touching me where no one else ever has, and the sensation has me gasping and reaching down to clutch at his thighs for support.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans when he’s cupping my bare pussy. There’s nothing between us, and as much as I’m dying for him to slide a finger inside, he doesn’t. He just cups me tightly, keeping a finger pressed against my slit, and the sensation is maddening and exquisite and fucking perfect.
“You’re so wet, baby.” His voice sounds strained, and his accent is thicker than usual.
“Please, Valeri,” I beg.
His other hand slides under my T-shirt and runs over my stomach, grazing my skin in a featherlight touch that I swear nearly pushes me right over the edge. I rock my hips, trying like hell to get myself off. He laughs and gives my earlobe a soft suck.
“My sweet girl is always so hungry and eager to come.” He gives me a soft bite that pulls a mewling sound from me that under any other circumstance would leave me embarrassed. Now I just don’t give a fuck. All I can think about is how damn good this feels and how badly I need more.
“Please,” I beg again, trying to rock even harder.
