“You always have a storm brewing in your eyes.”
“I do.” He nods after a pensive moment.
“Do you know that I love them? The storms, I mean.” He tilts his head studying me curiously.
“They’re dangerous.” His voice is a rough whisper as he shifts closer.
“Not to me.” I turn toward the window, staring out into the windy night. “What is this, Severin?”
“Sava, you can call me Sava.” He takes another step toward me, his reflection glinting off the darkness outside and my breath hitches.
“What is this, Sava? This…you being here…all this?” I turn, my voice growing more and more flustered. My arms flying around expressively and he catches them, encircling my wrists with his fingers.
I stop, my gaze dropping to where he’s holding me.
His skin is rough against mine but it’s warm, so warm. Like a ray of morning sunshine in the dead of winter. It’s warm and light and dangerous, and it stirs a memory deep inside me. It’s right there, at the tip of my mind but I can’t catch it.
Severin drags his thumbs over the underside of my wrists, feeling every wild beat of my heart pulsing through my veins.
His eyes meet mine. “Friends? We can be friends, can’t we?” Our bodies draw closer.
“Friends?” I ask, slowly chewing out the word.
“Yeah. I can be a very good friend.” His gaze drops to my lips.
“I don’t believe you.” Mine mirrors his.
“Yeah, me neither…”
Severin’s lips are on mine before I can process what’s happening. He’s kissing me and this kiss consumes me from the first breath. His lips are soft, his stubble rough. His hands gently cup my face while his lips devour mine like he intends to steal my soul and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.
He kisses like he hates me. He holds me like I’m his.
Everything about the man is a conundrum. From the first moment I laid my eyes on him.
I can feel the heat of his hard, honed body pressed tight into mine, enveloping me as his lips demand my attention.
I’ve never been kissed like this. I’ve never felt someone’s desire and need overwhelm me in the best of ways.
I should step away, I should…I should…
My lips part, letting him in, forgetting all about how dangerous he is, how easily he can crush my borrowed heart as my hands fist over his shirt, bringing him even closer.
His arms band around me, and the next thing I know, he lifts me up onto the counter, parts my legs stepping in between them until I can feel his hard cock pressing into my core through the jeans.
“Lychik…” he whispers hoarsely into my mouth, and I want to ask what that means. Why does he call me that? But Severin doesn’t allow me another breath, let alone a word.
It’s just him. Him everywhere. In every thought and space, kissing me like a crazed animal but with cautious restraint.
His tongue dances along with mine as his strong hand lowers over my ass and he squeezes, hard, making me gasp into his mouth as I seek him out more. I want to feel more. I need more. I’m growing drunk and possessed by him and…
A loud, booming thunder cracks through the window.A warning…it’s so powerful, it startles us apart, leaving us both just inches away from each other, our breaths mingling as they heave out from our lungs. Hard and labored.
Another crack splits the skies open, and I jump off the counter, away from him.
Oh God…Oh God…what have I done? Oh God!
I bring the back of my shaky hand over my puffy lips, covering them as I try to catch my breath without looking his way.
