“You’re… close.”
“I know.”
“Too close.”
“Not close enough.”
Her fingers tightened around the sheet again. “Say what you came here to say.”
And I did.
“I came to give you what you wanted,” I said, voice rough. “And to give you what you’ve been begging me for since the moment you dared me to break down your door.”
She closed her eyes, trembling.
“Mikhail,” she whispered, “I?—”
I leaned in, my mouth a breath from hers, my control stretched to its very limits.
“Say it,” I murmured. “Say you want me.”
She opened her eyes, bright and furious and beautiful and sofuckingsexy.
“I want you,” she breathed.
My heart thumped in my chest.
“Good girl,” I growled.
I lowered myself until my lips brushed the corner of her mouth, not kissing her, not yet, just close enough to feel the heat of her breath on my skin.
“You realize, though,” I added, “now that you’ve admitted what you need…”
Her eyes fluttered open, pupils blown wide, a flicker of fear glimmering in those gorgeous green irises. “What?”
I let my mouth graze her cheek.
“…and now that I’ve kicked down that door… my brothers are going to hear everything that happens next.”
She sucked in a breath, her shock and arousal crystal clear to me.
“Mikhail—” she gasped.
“They’re right down the hall,” I said, savoring the way her body tensed beneath the sheet. “Maybe they’ll even hear you get your pretty little ass spanked like the naughty girl you are.”
Her fingers twisted into the sheets like she didn’t know whether to push me away or drag me closer.
“That’s not fair,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.
“You dared me to kick down your door,” I responded. “Fairness isn’t part of this.”
She trembled head to toe, just once, and it went straight through me.
Her pride tried to claw its way back. “And if they hear?—?”
“They will,” I assured her. “All of it.” My thumb brushed her knee over the sheet, just barely. “And you’ll still beg me for every last inch of my cock.”
Her breath caught hard.
