“We should go back now,” I murmur, tugging gently on the leash.
As we head inside, Alexei’s subtle warning rings on my head—What will Andrei think about my involvement with his sister?
Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about what Andrei would say, but I know his reaction is important to Natalya. So it is important to me.
Everyone will just have to adjust.
Because I’m not letting her go. She is mine.
Once inside the apartment, Vanda ditches me to go sit in her favorite corner by the window. I head straight to the bedroom, pushing the door open just in time to see Natalya walking into the room in a towel that stops just above her thighs, her hair wet rolled up in a haphazard bun.
Damn.
Goddamn it—
I cross the space between us in two long strides, slide my fingers into her hair, and undo the knot, spilling it down her back and around her shoulders.
I brush knuckles over her cheek. “You are so beautiful, Natalya…”
Her breath hitches, but then she nods and that’s all I need.
I reach down, tug off her towel, and let it fall to the floor. Desire hits me like a tidal wave, the breath leaving my lungs in a gust.
She stands there, cheeks deeply flushed as my gaze roams her body.
“God,lepestok, you’re gorgeous. I want you.”
She steps close and lays her hand over one of my pecs, running her palms up my muscle and she leans in, her thumb grazing my nipple, her breath brushing my skin and sending ripples through my entire body.
“So are you, Viktor,” she murmurs silkily. “You are very beautiful. And I want you too…”
Her hand slides over my abdomen to the button that fastened my jeans, but her hands are trembling so badly that I reached down to help her undo it.
“Easy, love,” I say, pulling down my zipper with her.
I’m not wearing underwear, so my erection springs free as the pants snap apart. I guide her hands beneath my pants, over my hips, and over the muscled roundness of my buttocks, as I shuck my jeans and toss them aside. And then we’re both naked.
I let my gaze rake over her again, hungry for the sight of her. The scent of warm honey rises from her damp skin, one taut nipple peeking out from between strands of chocolate hair, her breasts rising with each rapid breath.
I never thought it was possible to want a woman this badly, to truly want her, to want to please her. I want her first time to be spectacular.
Fuck!
“Come here.”
Heart hammering in my chest, I hook a finger beneath her chin, duck down, brush my lips over hers, gratified by the little shivers that jolt through her.
I’ll take this slowly, giving her body and her mind all the time she needs to adjust and truly enjoy it. And then …
I fight back the desire to kiss her, instead letting her anticipation build as my mouth wanders. I taste the honey-sweet skin of her throat, suck her earlobe, tease the whorl of her ear with my tongue. Only when she’s shaking in my arms do I bring my lips back to hers, kissing the corners of her mouth, nipping her lower lip, tracing the outline of her lips with my tongue. Then, at last, I kiss her, inhaling her whimper, my mouth filling with the sweet taste of her as our tongues meet.
She melts in my arms, every soft, sweet inch of her pressed against me, the feminine feel of her making my body tense, a bolt of heat shearing through my gut.
She kisses me back with all the fire in her soul, matching me stroke for stroke, her erotic exploration of my mouth blowingwhatever is left of my mind. I let myself get lost in her, lost in the scent and feel of her, need for her thrumming in my veins.
I pull away and scoop her into my arms, carrying her the few short steps to the bed and stretching out beside her., Our lips meet once again, and I ravish every corner of her mouth, teeth scraping skin, biting, nipping.
But I want more. So much more…
