And I’m glad I said it. She deserves to know how beautiful she is. Just how badly I want her.
“I don’t date,” I admit. “Not much interest, and I’ve got my hands full with Lev.”
“I get it.” She shrugs.
“Do you?”
Our eyes meet, and something flashes there. Something real. Like maybe she does understand.
But how could she? She isn’t a parent, let alone one of a special needs child.
“I mean, I get it a little. I don’t date either. I’m always working.”
She peers down, and I tip her chin back up, holding her face still.
“I wish you didn’t have to work so damn hard.”
“Me too,” she whispers, biting her lip.
I stare at her mouth like I’m starving. And maybe I am.
“Don’t bite that lip again. I can’t take it anymore.” My face drops closer, and I groan.
“I’m sorry?” Her chest rises and falls and my fingers curl across her hips.
“Ya khachu tebya,” I mutter in Russian.I want you.
“What?” She rises on her feet, just a little, like she wants a taste of me that I’d gladly give her.
My hand slides up her inner thigh, testing the tension between us.
Her breath hitches. Fingers tighten in my hair. And I know I should stop. I know I need to walk away.
But I don’t.
Just a touch, I tell myself.
That’s all this is going to be. One stroke of my finger, just enough to take the edge off.
But I know I’m lying the moment my hand slides between her thighs and I push her panties aside. Because as soon as I feel how wet she is, how ready…
There’s no going back.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SLOANE
His fingers slidehigher and brush over my clit again, and I jolt.
“My God, you’re so wet for me already.”
A soft, breathless whimper slips out, and the moment he hears it, he makes this low sound in his throat. My hand flies up to his forearm, digging into hard muscle as he presses into me—only a knuckle at first, but it’s enough to make my legs shake.
It’s filthy how much I want more, how fast my body turns desperate for him.
He moves like he’s done this a thousand times before and he’s just reacquainting himself with what’s his. There’s nothing hesitant about the way he touches me. Every stroke is firm, possessive, confident in the most addictive way.
I’ve never imagined I could be touched like this, not with this kind of hunger and want.
