Because she is.
Her fingers brush mine as she takes it, and my chest tightens with something that has nothing to do with desire.
“Mmmm. You’re wearing that cologne,” she whispers.
“I am. You sure that’s what you want, baby?”
She nods, batting her lashes. “Yes.”
This, her standing here, safe in my kitchen, music playing while the world outside sharpens its knives, is everything I’ve ever wanted and never allowed myself to have.
She clears her throat, suddenly serious with concentration. “Okay,” she says, like she’s about to conduct a scientific experiment. “Stay still.”
I bite back a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”
She steps closer. Her scent hits me, so fucking sweet, and my control fractures at the edges.
I know I should be letting her do this. Letting her tease. Letting her play. But that isn’t who I am. I don’t give control away like this. And that isn’t the kind of man she needs me to be.
When she drops to her knees and unbuckles my belt, I slide the leather out of my jeans and wrap it around my fist.
Her eyes go wide, and she swallows hard. I tilt my head, watching her. Ready to devour her.
She pushes down my boxers, and the second her breath hits my dick, he’s already gone from half-ready to fully erect.
“You’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on, Drago.” She purrs, running her nails along my thighs, making every muscle in my body tense.
She lifts the tape measure. Her tongue peeks out between her lips for half a second while she tries to figure out where to… place it.
I watch her like a starving man. My hands flex at my sides, resisting the urge to touch her. To pull her into me. To remind myself she’s real.
“You’re shaking,” I murmur.
“I’m not,” she lies immediately, eyes narrowed at the tape like it’s betrayed her.
A low chuckle rolls out of me. “You’re brave, lastochka. You’re doing so fucking well,” I tease.
She swallows, then finally looks up at me with a glare that’s half heat, half challenge. “Shut up and let me measure.”
I lift my hands in surrender. “As you wish.”
She goes back to it, cheeks flushed now, the tape trembling slightly in her grasp. She’s trying so hard to be confident, but I can feel her nerves. Feel the way she’s playing with fire and loving it.
Anticipating the moment I finally snap.
She mutters numbers under her breath, concentrating like she’s cracking a code.
Then her eyes widen. Her lips part. And she slowly looks up at me like she’s offended by the laws of physics. “Drago…”
“Mm?” I tilt my head, enjoying the hell out of this.
“Ten inches. Well, actually just over ten. That…” She blows out a breath. “That goes inside me?”
I groan under my breath. “You take my dick perfectly, lastochka.”
“Read it again,” I murmur. “Just to be sure.”
She stands and turns around, so her back presses against me, and I can see the tape measure over her shoulders. Her finger is on the mark.
