I pull her as close as I can manage in the back seat, like it’s where she was meant to be all along. My lips glide against hers, taking and devouring every bit of her I can get.
Hers are far softer and more addictive than I ever imagined, and I can’t get enough. I know I’ll never be able to.
I can’t breathe around her, and I don’t want to. I don’t need to—not while her body molds so perfectly against mine.When every curve of hers presses tightly to me while the driver focuses on the road.
Kat tastes like whiskey, fire, and every desire I’ve ever had mixed into one. The kiss is overwhelming yet not enough at the same time.
I feel her quiet hum against my mouth before she gently nips at my bottom lip, sending a jolt of unbridled need through me.
The low growl reverberates in my chest without my permission while I pull her impossibly closer. I need more. I need all of her.
The car jerks slightly as the driver taps the brakes as someone cuts him off, reminding me we’re not alone. But either way, it doesn’t stop us.
Her hand slides just beneath my undone collar, nails lightly scratching against my skin that feels like it’s on fire.
I’m more than ready to surrender completely.
Then I feel her breath against my lips again while she murmurs, “This doesn’t mean anything.”
Despite not believing it, I nod, eager to feel that softness again. Even if it feels like something has changed tonight, and can’t ever go back to how it was.
“Sure,” I say, lying to both of us.
After the briefest of pauses, her mouth finds mine again, dispelling every other thought.
I can’t help the hum of satisfaction that leaves me while I grip her waist to savor how she feels against me, nearly losing my mind at the way she tastes. The way she sets my blood on fire.
Even if Kat doesn’t believe it yet, she is irrevocably mine.
Chapter 12 - Katya
The city lights blur past us through the tinted windows, but I don’t pay attention. Not when all of my awareness is zeroed in on Sergey next to me with his thigh pressed against mine and the taste of him so fresh on my lips. The pressure of his mouth on mine should be grounding, but I’ve never felt more weightless.
I should pull away and say something. I should snap myself out of it and come back to my senses.
But I can’t. Not yet, anyway.
Not while he feels exactly how I thought he would, if not even better.
Even as the SUV pulls into the driveway, we stay exactly as we are, still tangled together.
I don’t tire of the way his lips brush against mine, both impatient and seeking more. Our hands move like we have something to prove to each other, unable to maintain any kind of restraint. Not anymore.
There’s nothing careful about the way he devours my mouth. Raw hunger compels us both as that pent-up tension finally has somewhere to go, bursting apart at the seams.
The moment the door opens, we half stumble out with his hand firmly against my waist, refusing to break contact. We don’t say a word, but I feel as if the ground buzzes beneath me with every step. The tension crackles more intensely than it ever has, and I know for a fact that a line has been crossed, and we might never return to that place.
That should concern me, but at this moment, I don’t care.
Inside, I don’t take in any of our surroundings that are still somewhat foreign to me. I can only focus on Sergey’s grip on me and the roaring beat of my pulse in my ears.
Something magnetic surges through us, and his hand settles at the small of my back before his lips find mine again.
There’s a renewed sense of urgency between us as he presses me against the wall in the foyer, holding me even tighter to him while his tongue brushes against my lower lip, silently pleading for more. Without thinking, I part them, inviting him in.
Heat pools within my stomach as his warmth envelopes me, almost like I’m his last meal. Every second that our mouths meld together, it’s like we’re both ravenous, and I don’t do a thing to stop it.
Maybe I should, but I don’t. Not when it feels this good. This liberating.
