“I wish this was just how it was.” I licked my lips as he leaned in closer. “I wish that you and I weren’t playing or pretending and I’m not a guest here.”
Tension rose as he watched me, hugging me close and almost trapping me from fully facing him, as if he needed this reminder of who was in control.
“What other option is there?” he asked, throwing my previous words back at me.
“Something more like… this?” I asked quietly, reaching up to bring my mouth closer to his. I kissed him, softly, as a guess of what he might be in the mood for. The heat of his lips shot a boltof desire down to my womb, making me wet, making me ache. Just the touch of this kiss, and I was ready to pant for him and beg.
“I don’t want to play around,” he warned me after pulling back. “If you’re ready forthisoption with me, I’m serious.”
I replied with another kiss. Needy and desperate, I reached up as high as I could to angle my lips to that perfect fit against his.
He grunted at the force. It was the only trigger that he needed to snap. Tugging me until I faced him, he cupped the back of my head and guided me to tip my face up to his. All so he could part my lips and taste me, devour me.
Clinging to him and drowning under the spell of desire and need, I tried to stay in the moment. Thinking became impossible. Feeling him was all I could do.
The hard heat of his kisses. The smooth stroke of his tongue alongside mine. Every one of those guttural grunts, like he were a feral animal, not a patient man.
“I’ve been waiting?—”
He cut me off with another hard kiss as he gripped my ass. His fingers dug in, prompting me to jump up and follow his lead. Holding me, his erection a firm bulge that gave friction at my core, he pinned me to the wall.
“Waiting for me?” he taunted as he sucked on my skin and let me gyrate my hips toward him.
“For you.” I swallowed hard, so lost in this spell of desire that twined me with him. “For you to kiss me again.”
Pulling me from the wall, he resumed kissing me harder yet. He carried me through the penthouse until he came to his room. We were in, and he kicked the door shut before bringing me to the bed.
“Tell me where,” he said, lust shining in his eyes as he set me on the mattress. “Tell me where to kiss you now.”
I smiled, enjoying this playful but naughty side of him. As I tugged at my shirt, going with the thrill of acting on such a forbidden lust, I watched him take off his. His eyes were on me. That wicked stare of his was like a hot brand on my flesh.
“Here.” I pointed to my breasts, pushed up from this bra that was slightly too tight.
He didn’t wait to obey my request, hovering over me on the bed and encouraging me to lie down for him. His body covered mine, all those muscles pushing me down to the mattress. Pinned beneath him, I was secure andowned.
It didn’t matter where he kissed and touched me. Every bit of contact pushed me closer to this delicious desire. Between his asking me where I wanted him to pleasure me and then his suggesting more, I was whisked away from reality.
Suspended from the worries about the fact that I was sleeping with a man who wasn’t my husband, I surrendered to feeling his tongue in my mouth, over my nipple, and then pistoning in and out of my pussy. Slick sounds of my arousal should’ve shamed me. Fitz was a conventional lover, but Sergei shocked me into the ecstasy of his mouth and fingers where I throbbed and ached and dripped for him.
Freed from panic of whether I should be starting something more than friendship with this dangerous Mafia man, I cavedto just being with him, experiencing the wanton excitement of rubbing my fingers over his long, hard erection, then parting my legs wide for him to impale me with the thick shaft before I’d even come down from the high of my first orgasm.
“I’ve been waiting,” he growled as he leaned over me, thrusting his hips to wedge his dick deep inside me.
“Oh, God.” I panted, barely able to breathe through the burn of the stretch.
He paused, staying halfway in as he kissed along my jawline, caressing me with his fingers like he planned to etch me, and this moment, in his memory forever.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he admitted. “I’ve been warring with this need to make you mine, Natalie.”
I blinked my eyes open and framed his face with one hand. “Then take me,” I whispered, begging that he’d make it good for me—for us. “Please. Take me, Sergei.” He already had. He’d taken me away from the desperate situation I’d been in as an overwhelmed and struggling widow and single mother. I’d needed someone so badly after my loss, but it wasn’t until this night that I could fully see clearly and understand that I’d needed someone just like him.
Patient.
Strong.
Stubborn.
And so sensual and sexy that thinking straight was a joke.
