My clothes suddenly feel too tight. “I just… need a minute.”
“We don’t have to do anything,” he says gently. “If you’ve changed your mind?—”
“I haven’t.” The sound is more air than words.
A slow smile spreads across his face, and my heart pounds harder. “Do you want me to kiss you, Seraphina?”
God, yes.
I nod.
“Come here.” The demand is low and rough. “If you want this, you have to show me.”
I walk to him, stopping between his knees. “What about Keke?”
“She’s getting a massage.”
Right.
I wait for him to reach for me.
He doesn’t.
“Your move,” he murmurs.
I place my hands on his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. The contact alone makes my breath shallow. He stays still, letting me set the pace.
I lean in and brush my mouth against his.
His breath hitches.
That’s the only encouragement I need. I kiss him again.
The contact is light. I can feel the warmth of his breath, the faint scrape of his stubble against my skin where I’ve cupped his chin. My lips move slower, firmer, until his part under mine.
He’s still holding back. I trace my tongue along his lower lip, and he groans softly, the rough sound coming from deep in his chest. I move closer until I can feel how hard he is against my belly.
His hands come to my hips, anchoring me there, not pulling, still letting me lead. I set one knee on either side of him and climb onto his lap, his dark eyes locked on mine.
“If you say stop,” he says quietly, “I stop. Immediately.”
“I know.”
That makes him smile. A slow, dangerous expression that sends tingles shooting through me. He kisses me this time, deeper than before but still careful, still letting me find my limits.
Liev’s thumbs press lightly into the fabric at my waist, as he explores my mouth, and when his hand finally slides to the back of my thigh pulling me closer, the world narrows to the need pulsing in my body and our mingled breaths. I spear my hands through his hair and grind down on him, whimpering when I finally find the angle I need.
“Still okay?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Yes,” I moan, still rocking and grinding against him as pressure and pleasure build inside me.
“Good.”
The kiss turns hungry. His restraint cracks just enough to make me dizzy at the hard hands clamped on my hips, urging me to move faster. Harder. My hands pull at the soft strands of hishair, causing him to give a low hum of satisfaction as he pulls me closer.
Until there is no space left between us.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I don’t flinch when I sense the heat building in him, his movements become less rhythmic as his own need overtakes him.
