And I got lost in the magic of it all.
His firm lips brushing over mine. The hitched breaths we both stole. Every low grunt of desire from him that matched the quiet whimpers of need I couldn’t hide.
More.
God, yes.
I want more.
Nothing existed beyond us. Not my past. Not the unknown of my future. I was fully in the moment of kissing Alexsei, and I never wanted it to stop.
Parting my lips as I rubbed up against him, he growled softly.
I tore my mouth off his. The cooling wetness on my lips stunned me.
As I blinked in surprise, worried that I had angered him, I stared up into his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
He furrowed his brows.
“I’m sorry if I’m not doing this right or if… if…”
His face softened. From that confusion, he let me see a slow and sexy smile. Reaching up to hold the back of my head again, he slipped his fingers through my hair in a caress and massage that had me shivering. “You’re doing this very right,” he whispered huskily. Kissing me with more heat, parting my lips more, he drugged me with desire.
“You’re such a good girl, letting me taste your sweet lips like this.”
Good?His praise shot another spike of excitement through me.
I kissed him harder, reaching up to set my hands on his shoulders.
“Because they are,” he whispered. “So sweet.” He sucked on my lower lip after the upper one. “So good, Kalina.”
Good?I couldn’t believe it. I’d been told for fourteen years that I was bad. That I was awful. Worthless. Good for nothing.
Alexsei was unlocking more than just this dance with desire.
He was infusing me with something like worth. Praise.
“Hmm,” he murmured against my lips, resting his brow against mine. “You like that?”
“I…” I lifted my leg slightly, wishing I could crawl onto his lap and be even closer.
“You like being such a sexy good girl for me?” he whispered before kissing me again.
Oh, hell.
I do.
I did. The thrill of hearing him call me a good girl was messing with my head.
“I—”
Before I could push closer and get on his lap to keep kissing him, to be more of a good girl and give him permission to kiss me like he was a ravenous idiot, a sound startled me.
I froze at the scraping slide of something outside.
A shift.
Not a bang or a thud, but the slip of snow shifting on the roof.
