“Hm, let’s see.”
The movie turned out to be gripping, and we watched in silence—except for when Mikhail brought chips and orange juice to the table.
And then the movie began to feel rushed as we entered the second half of it.
“Was he not way taller than her? How are they suddenly of the same height?” I asked curiously, turning to Mikhail. “It’s definitely a body double. Maybe they ran out of funds somewhere in the middle and—”
My words died on my tongue as he unexpectedly lifted me, placing me on his lap.
“This is exactly how it happens,” he informed, his hands on both sides of my waist.
While his gaze didn’t leave my face, I was too aware of the cool air hitting my inner lap. I didn't need to look down to knowhis shirt was barely covering my underwear. He wouldn’t have to lift the shirt to see the lace of my black panties.
“I’m about five inches taller than you, right?”
“Yeah, you are,” I answered, rolling my eyes at him and earning a small, proud smile.
“But, look, does it look that way?”
“Nope.”
“Exactly. It’s about the position. If I relax even more,” he uttered, sitting back a bit. “It almost looks like you’re taller.”
“True,” I agreed, nodding.
“So, it’s not just possible, it’s normal,” he stated, his hands still holding my waist as he sat up, his chest so close to mine that I could feel the heat of his body.
I blinked. His gaze remained on my face.
His eyes dropped lower when I instinctively bit my lower lip, not sure of what to do with all the heat in his gaze.
So I moved to get off his lap.
But his grip held my hips down.
“Indulge me,” he uttered, his voice just above a whisper.
Fuck. How does one say no again?
I let out a breath. His eyes locked on mine seemed to pin down the most reasonable of my thoughts, leaving me with the feeling of his muscled body beneath me and his strong hands holding me with a kind of possession I’d never experienced before.
“What…”
He silenced me with an ardent kiss that left no holding back. His hands slid up my sides as our tongues fought for domination.
When he broke the kiss, my confusion must have been clear on my face because he dropped another wet kiss on my lips before saying, “You’re still sore.”
Oh, that?
“Yeah, well it doesn’t…” I started with rapid breaths before he interrupted me with another quick kiss.
“Hm-mm,” he negated, shaking his head side-to-side. “We can always compromise.”
I didn’t know exactly what he was insinuating, nor was I willing to accept what he said without a protest. But his hands landing on my breasts rendered me unable to speak. Then his lips captured mine again, and I didn’t want to speak anymore as he caressed my breasts through the fabric of his shirt.
When he broke the kiss again, his hands worked on unbuttoning the shirt while his eyes met mine.
“We both want the same thing,” he expressed. “Your pleasure.”
