Instead, I’m grabbing him all the same, deepening the kiss to an almost obscene degree.
When he reaches for my hips, fingers slowly teasing beneath the slit in my dress, the reminder pops into my head, and I hesitate.
“Ivan…” I murmur against his lips, shivering beneath the heated touch. “We shouldn’t.”
“Says who?” He asks, hardly pausing long enough to get the words out.
I huff, fighting the urge to laugh at how ridiculous his response is. But he just takes the opportunity to kiss me harder, sliding his hands higher.
When his fingers brush over my curves, I shudder.
“You’re relentless…”
“I’m losing my mind,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss long enough to mouth at my neck. He presses his hips forward, letting me feel just how worked up he is. “And I’m taking you with me.”
My eyes drift shut as sparks of warmth travel across my skin, making my body feel like it’s coming to life again. I hum. “And if someone hears us?”
“They won’t,” Ivan insists, pushing further until his hands find purchase in my panties, hooking into the fabric. His open-mouthed kisses against my neck send wave after wave of warmth through me, straight to my core. “And if they do, it doesn’t matter. I partially own the place.”
I want to scoff at how arrogant a statement it is, but my breath hitches once he latches onto my pulse point in time with a roll of his hips, making any potential retort die on my tongue.
The friction between our bodies is enough to put the thought out of my mind, and without hesitation, now, I reach for his clothes.
Ivan pulls away just enough to watch as I untuck his button-up from his waistband, grabbing his belt next. Unfiltered desire passes through his eyes then, and without missing a beat, he shrugs off his suit jacket before helping me.
Too eager to take it slow, we both move frantically, pulling fabric until he’s free from the confines of his briefs, and his lips are back on mine again, devouring me.
My head spins as he grabs my underwear again, easing it down my thighs while our lips meld, high on the scorching heat between us. I shiver as his skin brushes against mine beforehelping and letting the lace drop. He grabs at me, groaning against my lips.
“If I were a more patient man, I’d draw this out,” Ivan mutters, giving my lower lip a light nip before bringing a hand to my core. His fingers brush against me, and a low sound escapes his chest. “But you’ve pushed me to this…and I’m not feeling patient anymore.”
I suck in a breath at the contact, overwhelmed by the immediate pleasure it brings me, and it’s like the first time all over again.
“Then don’t be patient…not right now.”
Ivan grins against my lips as he gives several slow, deliberate circles against my clit, making my hips jolt slightly. “Already ahead of you.”
My eyes flutter shut as he brushes over me, wasting no time feeling just how ready I am for him.
It’s almost pathetic, really. I’ve held myself back for so long that kissing him is all it takes.
Though the low rumble in his chest tells me he likes that all too much.
“Christ…turn, Mila,” he utters, body taut from having to hold himself back.
Not needing to be told twice, I do exactly that, turning until my palms flatten against the back of the door. My breath hits the smooth surface as my pulse thrums in anticipation, no longer caring where we are or how this most definitely shouldn’t be happening.
Then I catch rustling behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at him, finding Ivan procuring a condom from his wallet.
“Isn’t it a little late for that?”
“Yeah, definitely,” he murmurs, pulling in a breath as he rolls it on himself with his pants slouched around his hips and thighs before moving back in. Holding my waist, he presses a rushed kiss to my neck. “I might be impatient, but I’m enough of a gentleman not to make a complete mess.”
I shiver slightly at that, and another wave of heat hits me. “Fair enough…”
Hands slipping under my dress again, he pushes it up, revealing more of my skin as he closes the remaining distance, guiding my hips back a bit.
“Think you can be quiet enough?” Ivan asks with a teasing lilt to his words as he eases forward, brushing himself against me.
