“Do you want to explain what you’re doing in my bedroom?” I answered with a question, releasing her hands. But I kept her braced in by placing my arms on either side of her shoulders, just to see what she might do next.
I should have just let her go, but my brain wasn’t in command anymore.
She narrowed her eyes, looking feline and fucking damn beautiful for a man who was already too far gone. She raised her chest off the bed, brushing it against mine, as her lips came inches away from mine.
“Next time, don’t send people sneaking up on me,” she hissed, her breath ghosting over my lips. I felt the whisper of a wind, the heat licking on the corners of my lips, spreading down my spine.
And Beatrice just stayed there, daring me on. Her eyes widened as I watched, like she too felt we had crossed a line too far to turn back from.
And then, her eyes dropped to my lips, letting me see every filthy thought running through her mind straight up with one lingering look of desire.
If it was me she expected to see restraint from, she wasn’t getting it.
I snapped, leaning down to crash my lips against her, the force of the kiss and strength of my body pushing her back down on the bed.
The next thing I knew, we were both reaching for skin.
My hands twisted through her hair, clutching at the nape of her neck, and her hands palmed on my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she moaned against the kiss and clutched tight.
God, now I was truly awake, as some primal force within me slowly lit up every nerve end in my body. I kissed her harder, like I’d starve without her, and she moved her hands around my back, clutching and digging into my waist to pull me closer toward her.
In that moment, I realized the real Beatrice Lebedev felt better than any dream. I breathed into her mouth, sliding my tongue in to claim, and she wrapped her legs around my naked waist, her heat through her clothes enveloping my cock like a cocoon.
I was a man gone by this point.
“Fuck,” I groaned, tilting her neck back to get her to open wider. “You can wake me like this any fucking time you want.”
“Keep dreaming,” she hissed back, biting into my lower lip. There was something carnal in that bite, a dare and a challenge that got me sweltering with a heat that I knew could only cool if I had more of Beatrice.
My hands moved without thought, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She moaned and arched as my tongue swept over the roof of her mouth, and my hand skimmed just below her belly button. I felt a thrill light up my skin as she moaned and arched, writhing under me to feel more.
She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
I bit her lower lip gently, tugging, then soothed the sting with my tongue. She made a small, needy sound, and I slipped my hand higher, tracing the wiring of her bra, before moving further up to cup her breast.
Fuck. She felt utterly amazing to the touch, her breasts pooling on top of the bra, fitting right into my palms, and I dug my hips deeper against her thighs, letting her feel all the things her body was doing to me.
Somewhere behind me, I felt the landline in my room ring. I ignored it, letting it die out.
She began to circle her hips, grinding into me in ways that I know would make her blush later. For now, though, I let her feel my cock bulging against her, let her fill up on this small, teasing pleasure as I pressed harder against her, grinding back in a slow, erotic manner.
I gripped her hip with one hand, digging in tight, my other now flicking her nipple through her bra. I took deep, rolling breaths to ground myself in this moment and remember every single second of how beautifully she reacted to me, my touch, and my body.
I pulled away from the kiss, seeking more, and trailed down her face, chin, and neck, to the point just above her shoulder.
The phone rang again. I let it die out.
I sucked gently, and her hips bucked up, making me lose my mind at the feel of her grinding beneath me.
I squeezed her breast, and she moaned, the sound hitting me right at the source of all my carnal desires. I shifted, moving my hand from her thigh to push her dress up with one hand, desperate to feel more of her skin.
“How are you so soft?” I murmured, my hand sliding higher to trace patterns on her inner thigh. “Everywhere I touch you, you’re so fucking soft.”
She whimpered, her legs falling open slightly in an invitation I couldn’t resist. I traced higher and higher, until my fingertips brushed the edge of her panties.
Fuck my life. She was soaking wet, and my head was already swimming.
“Oh my god, Arko,” she whimpered, her hand chasing mine as she curled around it and pushed deeper, setting me on fire.
