I had slept better than I had in months, wrapped in him, his arm heavy and possessive across my waist.“Yeah.You?”
“Didn’t sleep much,” he admitted, dropping his head to kiss my shoulder.“Preferred to watch you.”
Heat crept up my neck.“That’s either romantic or deeply creepy, and I’m still not awake enough to be sure which.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating through me.“Romantic.Definitely romantic.I’m a reformed criminal, not a psychopath.”
“Reformed is a strong word,” I said, emboldened by the morning light and his relaxed demeanor.“I seem to recall you threatening bodily harm to several people yesterday.”
“Only assholes who deserved it.”He shifted closer, and I became acutely aware that we were both naked beneath the thin sheet tangled around our legs.His chest spread out before me like a landscape of muscle and intricate tattoos in shades of black and gray, rising and falling with each breath.A scar I hadn’t noticed before bisected his left pectoral, pale against his tanned skin.I reached out without thinking, tracing it with one finger.
We lay like that for long minutes, the morning deepening around us.I could hear birds outside and the distant whisper of the lake against the shore.Everything was soft and golden and impossibly perfect.
“Last night,” Oktober said quietly into the silence.“I didn’t plan that.I know you needed an outlet and I’m happy to be that for you, but…” He paused, his brow creasing as he searched for words.“You’re different, Mia.I thought this would be simple, but I’m rethinking the situation.”
I lifted my head to look at him.“What do you mean?”I got a sick feeling in my stomach because I wasn’t at all ready to let this man go.I hadn’t had my fill of him yet.Getting my fill could take a very long time indeed.
“I’m not sure why I feel the way I do when I’m with you.And I’m not exactly sure what the feeling is.”His fingers found the hollow at the base of my spine, tracing circles there.“But I’m also not ready to let it go.”
My heart did something complicated in my chest.“We have two more days here.”
“Ja.”His accent thickened slightly, the way it did when emotion colored his voice.“And then back home to our real lives.But we don’t necessarily need to stay away from each other, do we?”I thought I saw a vulnerability in his expression but wasn’t sure.I recalled how Eric had thrown the term “criminal” around a lot while he berated me and even went so far as to imply my job wouldn’t want to be associated with Oktober or his club.The real question being, did I care?
I wanted to tell him no, that I wasn’t ready for this to end either.But I wanted to really think about the implications of seeing Oktober.Because I wasn’t going to be anyone’s dirty little secret and refused to put someone else in that kind of a situation.So I wanted to be completely honest with him before I answered that question.
I reached up and kissed him, slow and unhurried.His response was immediate, his hands tightening around me as he shifted us so that I was beneath him, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress.
This time, there was no urgency.His mouth moved against mine with deliberate tenderness, his tongue stroking slowly, tasting me as if I were something precious.One hand cradled my head while the other traced the curve of my ribs, my waist, the jut of my hip bone.Every touch was a question and an answer, a gentle affirmation that I wanted this, wanted him, in ways that went deeper than lust.
“Tell me if this is too much,” he murmured against my neck, kissing the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.“Tell me to stop if you don’t want my touch.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed, my fingers splaying across the broad expanse of his back.His muscles shifted beneath my touch, and I marveled at the contrast between his formidable strength and the gentleness he was showing me.
Oktober kissed a path down my chest, pausing to pay homage to each breast with lips and tongue and teeth until I was arching up toward him with every way he tormented my nipples, unable to stay still.He moved lower, across my belly, tracing the line of my hip bone before dipping between my legs.He moved with such patience, letting his fingers explore me with no rush, no urgency.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.“And you taste fucking delicious.”
I wove my fingers into his hair, watching his face as he moved lower to swipe his tongue through my pussy.His eyes closed as he tasted me, and I was struck by how vulnerable he looked in that moment, completely focused on my pleasure.My thighs trembled as he worked me, wicked flicks of his tongue circling my clit with exquisite precision.
But as I felt the first tremors of orgasm building, I stopped him.“Wait,” I whispered.“I want -- I want you inside me.”
Oktober stilled, then looked up at me, his expression asking wordless permission.I nodded, and he moved back up my body as he reached for the condoms in the drawer of the nightstand by the bed.He tore open the packet and gloved himself before positioning himself between my thighs.
The penetration was slow, deliberate.I could feel every inch of him sinking into me, and instead of the urgency of the night before, there was this profound sensation of completeness.He filled me so perfectly, and when he was fully seated, he paused, just breathing against my neck.
“OK?”he asked softly.
“Better than OK,” I whispered.
He began to move, and it was nothing like the frantic passion or the fun romps before.This was something different.Something even more beautiful because I could see how much he felt what he gave me.Not so much the pleasure, though I saw his enjoyment in his expression.This was soul deep for him.Maybe even for me too.
His hips rocked against mine in long, slow strokes, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper still.Oktober’s gaze stayed locked on mine, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed my face.And I found myself doing the same, unable to look away from the intensity I found there.His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone as he continued the slow, deliberate slide of his body into mine.
“I’ve got you,Kätzchen,” he murmured, and the promise and commitment, the unexpected tenderness of his words sealed my fate.
My orgasm built slowly this time, not a sudden explosion but a gradual ascending spiral that seemed to start from my very core and radiate outward.When I finally came, it was less a sharp peak and more like drowning in sensation.Oktober followed me over, burying his face in the curve where my neck met my shoulder, his breath ragged against my skin as he grunted his own release.
We stayed tangled together for a long time afterward, his weight a comfortable pressure against me.My heart still raced, my skin slick with sweat and cooling in the morning air, but I made no move to shift away from him.
