I don’t know what comes next.
But tonight, I’m exactly where I want to be.
CHAPTER 14
YURI
“Are you just going to stare at me all morning?”Her voice is still husky from sleep and sex.
Morning light slices through the sheer curtains, catching on the curve of her hip in a way that makes me hard again.
She’s sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around her thighs, hair a wild mess that I take full responsibility for. Her skin is flushed, dewy from the heat we made. Her chest rises and falls in a rhythm that stirs something low in me.
I lean back on one elbow, watching her. Memorizing her.
I smirk. “You already know the answer.”
She blushes, the slight pink hue coloring her cheeks the same way it did last night when I told her she was beautiful with my mouth, hands, and cock.
She turns her head away, pulling the sheet up a bit higher.
“Don’t do that,” I say quietly.
“Do what?”
“Hide.” I reach out and gently turn her face toward me, my thumb brushing along her jaw. “What is it?”
She hesitates and I see a little flicker of vulnerability, something that’s rare for her. “It’s not like I’m ashamed,” she says. “Not really. I just… I’ve always felt a little self-conscious about my body, unsure about it. And it’s worse when peoplemake comments.” She sighs. “It stays in your head, even when you know better.”
A brief pulse of anger flares, but it’s gone before it ruins the moment. Gone but not forgotten.
I shift closer, leaning over her. “Let me tell you something.”
She watches me with cautious eyes, lips parted, the barest hint of self-consciousness still lingering on her face.
“There isn’t a part of you I don’t want to taste,” I say.
She sucks in a breath, and I start my inventory.
“This mouth,” I say, pressing a kiss to the corner of it. “Wicked and smart and always a little too sharp for your own good.”
She huffs a soft laugh, but I move on before she can say anything.
“These breasts.” I cup one gently, thumbing over the nipple until it peaks under my touch. “Soft. Perfect. I love the way you arch into me when I suck on them like your life depends on it.”
Her lashes flutter. Her hand curls in the sheets.
“This stomach.” I trail my lips down slowly until I reach her navel. “Beautiful. Yours. I don’t give a damn what anyone else says.” I let my palm splay across her waist, fingers brushing the line of her hip, and look up at her. “I’m not unsure of your body, Astrid. Not in the slightest.”
She bites her lip, chest rising again, faster this time.
“This ass,” I add with a grin, squeezing the curve of it as I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Criminally good. Nearly made me lose my mind when you were riding me last night.”
“Yuri…”
“You don’t need to be modest with me. I want all of you,” I say, voice low, more serious. “Your curves. Your edges. The way you look when you’re flushed and glowing like this.”
She’s quiet but her eyes are glassy, soft.
