He shook his head, and his dick pulsed against my belly, trapped between my abs and his.
I growled. “You want me to beg? Cos I don’t do that shit, even for you.”
Even for you.The fuck did that mean?
I had no damn clue, and this late in the day—or early, depending on how I looked at it—I lacked the brain power to figure it out.
“Cam.”
I blinked. Alexei had moved his arms up my body, gripping my face in his hands.
“Cam.”
“What?”
“Stay,” he whispered.
Confusion rattled me. “I didn’t go anywhere.”
His gaze said different. He kissed me far gentler than he had before this moment and wove one hand into the crazy mess of my hair. A slow, near-silent breath eased from his lungs, a release that tickled my jaw. “I do not need to tell you anything. Because you already know.”
I was lost. The conversation, combined with the heady place fucking him seemed to take me, was too much. I had no coherent thought left.
So I stopped thinking and let instinct take me, my body doing whatever the fuck it wanted to.
A frantic climax built between us. I bent Alexei’s knees to his chest and ground into him, raw sounds tearing from my chest while beneath me, he arched, taking everything from me that I willingly gave.
Dark spots began to dance in my vision. Power bunched in my nerves, ready to fly.
Alexei still held my face, gaze wild, his control finally slipping away. I bore down on him, fucking him deeper, and a crazed yell escaped him.
It was all I needed to hear. His cock surged between us, pumping wet heat onto my skin, and the threads of autonomy I’d clung to came loose.
I came with a full-body convulsion, ecstasy seizing my muscles and straining them so tight I truly fucking feared they’d snap. Pleasure burst from me and into the condom that was the only barrier left. I shuddered, and a deep groan rattled me, shaking my damn bones. “Fuck, Lexi.”
The garbled mess I made of his name was distant, as if I’d left the planet. The trembling in my body was as much mine as his, and I didn’t notice him laughing until I found the will to pull back.
A light I’d never seen shone in his slate-grey eyes. I laughed too, bemused as hell but willing to roll with it. “What’s so funny?”
“Lexi? That is cute.”
I shook my head. “You told me not to call you Alexei when we were fucking. And you have too many syllables for me to handle when I’m shooting my brains out of my dick.”
“That’s what you can’t handle about me? My syllables?”
Don’t pull on that thread.I withdrew from him and ditched the condom in the bin at the side of the bed. At some point, we’d have to move and clean up, but I wasn’t there yet. I wassotired, but his presence in my bed—in my life—right now, did something to me I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t sleep with him. Fuck, I couldn’t miss a moment.
You’re insane. Even if you knew every single thing about him, you don’t have time to get this close to someone. It ain’t fair.
But I got the feeling Alexei didn’t care about fair. Or anything most other people did.
I turned to face him, taking in the way his elegant body poured over my bed like the silk I’d tied him up with. His skin was flushed, his hair a mess, and I dug the thicker growth on his face. There was something else, though, a peace that I plastered myself to as I stared at him. Our time together was drawing to a close, but fuck if I was anywhere near ready to let him leave. “Are you hungry yet?”
“Hmm?” Alexei seemed to come back into himself and I liked the dazed look on him. It softened him, though his sharp edges haunted my dreams.
“Hungry,” I repeated, chasing a bead of sweat over his pale skin with my fingertip, a move I’d stolen from him. “I made dinner... I think. It seems a long time ago now.”
“The vegetables?”
