“We can stay or go. I notice that she seems to be enjoying herself here. Anya, too.”
“It is different being here.”
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked.
This was the most he’d inquired—directly—of me in weeks. Perhaps this temporary change of scenery was making him bolder than his quiet patience he’d settled on.
I sighed. “Yes. But I miss?—”
“Your husband? You miss him and will forever hate me because of his death?”
I shook my head. Then nodded. I ended with a wince. “I will always miss him. He’s a part of my past. While I do hate that you have such a violent life, I understand that his death was an unfortunate happenstance that night.” I cleared my throat that was already clogged with too much emotion.
It wasn’t the sadness over Fitz’s death that got to me.
It was the enormity of forgiving this man.
It was the depth of heartache that I warred with in wanting to love this killer.
He didn’t need to hear anything else. He saw how I struggled to take this step and own up to my reaction to the horrible connection between the men in my life. Extending his hand, he curled his fingers around my wrist, keeping me close.
“I was going to say that I miss how you had helped me to move on.”
I cleared my throat, determined to say all that was on my chest. Against all reason, I let him pull me closer.
“I miss…”
Why does this have to be so hard?
He tipped my chin up gently, urging me to face him. As soon as I did, as soon as I stared into his dark-blue eyes, I exhaled a breathy sigh.
“I miss you,” I whispered, hating how I’d cave for this man.
Without a word, he dipped his head toward mine and sought out my lips. Kissing me gently, he showed me how unnecessary it was to miss him when he was right here. He pulled back to search my face for a clue for how to proceed. Whatever he sawinstructed him to repeat it. Once more, he kissed me, replacing the tenderness with a brutal force. A ravaged hunger.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God.
Please.
Please, Sergei.
Fighting the surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me, I clung to him and followed his lead. He kissed me, cupping my face and wrapping his arms around me. He grabbed my ass, pushing my hips toward his so he could show how much he’d missed me too. He dragged his lips toward my breasts, teasing my nipples through the thin layer of my nightgown. As I rode the thrill of him trying to physically be present and show me how I didn’t have to miss him anymore, I let my head fall back and closed my eyes to the building pressure between my legs.
“All you had to do was ask,” he growled in a rasp as he tugged my nightgown lower. He latched his mouth onto my nipple, drawing a cry of pleasure from me as he carried me to the closest chaise.
He followed me down, rubbing my entrance and smearing my arousal. “All you had to do was tell me.”
I nodded, leaning back as he bunched up my nightgown and shoved it higher.
“I would wait forever for you to come back to me, Natalie.” He lowered, bringing his mouth to my cunt and moaning like a starved animal as he feasted on me. His tongue. His teeth. His lips and the sweet, hot suction of his mouth sucking at my clit. It was too much to resist, and within seconds, I gave up the fight and humped his face, riding out the intense orgasm.
“I am yours, Natalie,” he growled once he quit licking me and lapping up my cum. “However you will have me. However you want me. I amyours.”
I parted my legs and held my arms out to welcome him closer. He pushed his pants down, and his long, hard cock jutted out. Pointing at me. That drop of precum on the tip taunted me, but I doubted either of us could wait through more foreplay. We were rushing through it as it was with this reunion under the tropical stars shining overhead.
This time.
