Hooking my ankles behind his back, I crush my body to his, knowing that I’m probably hurting him by grinding so hard, but I can’t stop.
When his hand wedges between us to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing hard over my nipple, my body explodes.
Liev covers my mouth, drowning my cries, as sensation washes over me again and again. I’m still shivering and shaking when his hands grip my hips, and he pulls me down roughly, his body bucking against me in frantic thrusts until he shudders and his powerful arms lock around my back.
I slump against him, shaking and breathless, panting into the side of his neck.
Holy Shit! I had an orgasm. With another person.
I’d forgotten how fucking amazing that felt.
His hand lifts to cup the back of my head, holding me close when I move to pull back. “Not yet.”
He’ll get no argument from me.
Resting my cheek against his shoulder, I lazily open my eyes. “What does this mean?” I ask, tracing a fingertip over the crown inked onto his neck.
He shivers at my touch. “My rank.”
“So… scary gangster royalty?”
His chest vibrates under me. “No, brat. It just means I’m high-ranking.”
“Should I curtsy?”
He pulls back then to look in my face with a bemused expression. “So, it just takes an orgasm to make you silly?”
“Pfft.” But I feel the blush rise on my cheeks.
A loud banging hits the adjoining door, and I scramble off his lap.
“Sorry,” I say when he grunts. “The door!”
“I locked it,” he says, standing.
My eyebrows shoot up.
“You thought I’d risk someone seeing you like that?” He walks toward me and bends to press a quick kiss to my lips before continuing on to the bathroom door. “I’m not sharing your sounds with anyone.”
Keke bangs again. “I thought you said the door would be unlocked?”
“I need to take a shower and change. Can you handle Her Highness?”
“Yeah.”
Wait. Did he?
“The answer to the question written all over your face is… for the first time since I was a teenager… yes.”
After figuringout what Keke’s problem is with her massage therapist and getting her settled with the food delivery she decided was more important than her sore muscles, I stare at Liev sitting on one of the beds, propped against the headboard, hair still damp from the shower. He’s changed into black sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, the fabric outlining every hard line of his torso.
“She plans on knocking herself out with a sleeping pill after dinner,” I tell him. “So, we’re clear unless something goes very wrong.”
“Good.” His gaze lifts to mine.
I clear my throat feeling suddenly awkward. “I think I’ll take a shower, too.”
“I’ll order dinner while you’re in there.”
