I narrowed my eyes.
“You’re wondering if we’re going to consummate the marriage.”
I blew out a breath. “Yes.”
“It didn’t occur to me until last night because I assumed that in an arranged marriage, especially the ones Margo brokers, it’s a given.”
“But you finally thought I would think differently.”
“Yes, because it’s you.”
I laughed. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t fit in a box or any preconceived notions. I’m still trying to figure you out.”
“So that touching thing you were doing earlier…you were testing the waters?”
A rumble of humor vibrated in his chest. It was the first time I’d heard such a sound from him. It was the closest thing to a laugh that held no hint of mockery.
“You can say that.” He tipped my chin up with his finger. “Do you detest my touch so much that you have to get out of the room and get away from me? You could have simply told me to stop.”
“And would you?”
He nodded. “Of course. I don’t force myself on women. So, with our marriage, I expect us to consummate eventually, but only when the time is right.”
“But what if the time is never right?”
He snorted. “A year. You think I can’t get you into my bed in a year? You might as well castrate me.”
“You’re not all that, Kirill,” I shot back.
The blue in his eyes sharpened and bored into me. Ice became fire and my breathing hitched. “Tell me honestly, Lucy,” he murmured silkily. “How did my touch feel?”
It was driving me mad, and I was sure he was just humoring me. “It was…not unpleasant.”
“Not unpleasant,” he repeated in a way that sounded partly offended.
His fingers traced the sides of my breasts down to my waist, sending renewed goose bumps rioting across my skin. His hands splayed across my hips, cupping the globes of my ass and squeezing. Throughout this, my breathing grew heavier, and the pinching pressure between my legs intensified.
Holy shit. I never thought Kirill was going to light that fire, and it was the last thought I had before I lost his eyes because his mouth captured mine.
Unlike the peck he’d given me yesterday, his tongue took advantage of my gasp, and he plundered and ravaged. He pushed me into the corner of the balcony, where he pinned my body between the wall and his. He dragged my leg over his hip at the same time his fingers went under my skirt, under my thigh, and set my skin on fire.
Wetness pooled between my legs as his fingers sank behind my underwear, straight to the center of me, gathering my arousal. I was embarrassingly wet. I had been since the thoughtof sex with Kirill entered my mind. He might be an asshole. But he was a sexy asshole.
He gave a rumble of approval but continued plundering my mouth. He applied pressure between my thighs, but not enough. I tried to position my pussy against the heel of his hand. I wanted to come. I was telling myself he wasn’t the only one who needed to test the merchandise.
Kirill laughed quietly and broke the kiss, withdrawing his hand that was underneath my skirt.
My cheeks were on fire, and I was still panting.
It was dark, but I could see him assessing me. Then, deliberately, he sucked my juices from his fingers.
Kirill was a filthy man, and I didn’t know how to react.
Because this man wasted no time and didn’t bother with finesse.
“Come on, let’s go back to the table before Dom or your dad sends a search party.”
