“Thank you.”
She entered his apartment, her pulse so erratic she could hear it thrumming in her ears.Katya blinked as the lights came on, illuminating the space.It was small but welcoming, the kind of place that felt lived in.A leather couch sat in the center of the living area, with a couple of mismatched throw pillows and a coffee table tucked neatly in front of it with a large three-wick candle.A sixty-five-inch TV dominated the wall.
“I hardly watch it,” he said with a shrug.“But I enjoy having it.”
Katya turned to her right, observing the open kitchen with a bar and stools.It was large enough to accommodate two people.To the left, half hidden in shadow, she guessed, was the bedroom and bathroom.
“It’s nice.Cozy.”
He chuckled.
“After the divorce, I figured I’d get my own place, and I didn’t want anything big.I’m out working most of the day,” Adam replied while making his way toward the kitchen.“Can I offer you a drink?”He opened the fridge.“I have beer, water, orange juice, and a bottle of wine, red, I think.”He leaned on the door, waiting for her response.His gaze traveled over her, caressing every inch of her body with deliberateness.
The tiger jumped excitedly, pumping desire through her.Her pussy tingled.Her nipples hardened.His anxiety was palpable in the air, amping hers.
“Wine,” she said for the sake of saying something.She sat on the edge of the couch, watching him as without another word he moved about the space, grabbing glasses and a bottle of Merlot.He placed them on the counter and served, stealing glances at her which she pretended not to notice.Finally, he moved in her direction, offering her the drink.His fingers brushed hers, fire sparking at the contact and reminding them what they were both doing here.
“Katya,” he murmured.“I—” He let the sentence hanging and took a sip of the wine.Settling next to her, his gaze travelled across her face.“You’ve done something to me,” he muttered.“I’m a grown man and I can’t seem to form a coherent sentence in your presence.At this moment, all I want to do is stare at you.I am in awe that you are here with me.”He grinned.“Even with the knowledge that you robbed me.”
Laughter bubbled and erupted through her.She leaned forward, gently placing her palm on his knee.
“There is only one thing I intend to steal from you tonight,” she whispered.
Chapter Eight
Adam closed the distancebetween them, pressing his mouth to hers.She was hot, soft, and welcoming.Taking her glass, he put it to one side and kissed her again.She opened up to him immediately, almost with desperation.Tangling his fingers through her nape, he undid her hair tie, letting the strands spill lose.He pulled back, admiring the way the strands curtained over her face.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, before claiming her mouth again and relishing the exquisite taste of her lips.He drew her closer needing the feel of her body against his.His palm traced her right arm, across the curve of her breast.He pulled at the turgid nipple beneath the thin fabric of her black dress, eliciting a moan.
Katya tugged at his shirt, and he complied, sliding it over his head and tossing it aside.Her appreciative sigh drew a grin from him.
She pushed him against the couch, climbing over him and showering kisses over his neck and chest, every tiny touch fueling his passion.Adam lifted his hips, coming into contact with the warmth of her pussy even beneath their clothes.
“Katya,” he groaned.
He pulled off her dress, marveling at her pert breasts and taught tummy.His fingertips skimmed across her flesh, each stroke rewarding him with an appreciative moan.His cock throbbed in its confines.Liquid lava pumped through his flesh.Adam needed her.She was the balm to his burns.
