I scoff against her skin, but I don’t deny it as I gently nip at her pulse point before turning her around. “And I bet you revel in knowing that.”
Seeing her warm, faintly amused yet receptive glimmer in her eyes up close makes me want far more than that. I can already feel my barely-restrained need rising to the surface.
When Mila’s hands find my waist in a reciprocal touch, she leans in closer, nose nearly brushing against mine. “I do every day. It might be why I keep you around.”
The audacity makes me laugh, light and genuine, and I pull her even closer. “Then I guess I have no choice but to stay soft. Just not in the ways that count.”
She snickers, hands lightly running up my back in return. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, dipping my face a little lower to press a soft, quick kiss to her lips. “I’m incredibly lucky…But I guess I’ll just have to prove that I love you more.”
Regardless of the teasing and lighthearted nature of it all, Mila’s expression softens a touch, then she kisses me again, a bit deeper and more drawn out.
I relax into it, sliding a hand to her cheek to keep her there. This time, I meld our lips together in slow reverence, savoring every moment I have her like this.
Staying as close as physically possible, lip-locked and gripping each other, we gradually move through the condo, letting the occasional laugh slip whenever we bump into something along the way.
All the while, I can’t help but consider just how different all of this has been for me. Despite the way I used to live, it allchanged for her, and because of that, I get to have this. I get to have her and everything we share as easily as breathing.
And for the first time, I let myself believe this can actually last.
Chapter 30 - Mila
The soft, almost uncharacteristic sounds that escape Ivan are pure, sinful music to my ears.
With his head tipped back against the sofa, fingers clenching into the cushions beneath him, he braces himself, breaths leaving him in quiet pants. Jaw slack, his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow, and tension pulls his shoulders back tight while he resists the urge to squirm.
He’s the kind of sight I never thought I’d get to see with my own eyes, on the way to being completely wrecked under my touch. Knowing I’m the cause feels like the biggest victory.
“Christ, Mila…” Ivan utters under his breath, hips moving just enough to give away how badly he needs this, and how much it’s affecting him.
His shirt is undone and open to expose the muscled expanse of his chest and abdomen, with his belt undone and zipper down, free from the constraints of his boxers. His breath catches, then his eyes fall closed again, sinking back each time another wave of pleasure moves through him.
On my knees in front of him, I move slowly and almost torturously at first, with one hand bracing his thigh while the other moves over him in gentle strokes. I keep my eyes on him, not wanting to miss even the slightest reactions.
Each time my thumb brushes over the head of him, he squirms a little more, forcing himself to not convulse like he wants to. I’ve barely even started and I already have him more on edge than I’ve ever seen before.
A huffed breath escapes him as his head lolls to the side to peer down at me. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
A little too mischievous for my own good, I let my lips pull while continuing my ministrations, carefully stroking him like he’s something delicate, since I know it’s driving him insane. He wants more friction, but I’m not prepared to give it to him yet.
“Maybe I am.”
He swallows back a groan, softening it in time with a slightly firmer squeeze of my hand, then he sighs. “Seems inefficient when we both want this.”
“You want to rush, but I want to watch you struggle just a little longer,” I tell him, gaining immense satisfaction in the way he grumbles under his breath.
“I didn’t know I was with someone so sadistic.”
“Sadistic?” I echo, amused by the claim. At that, I let go, only trailing my fingertips along the underside of him. “I guess you don’t want it that badly.”
Immediately, a desperate kind of panic floods his gaze, and Ivan sits up a little more. Then he seems to catch himself, and he scoffs and tries to keep his cool. “You know I want it.”
“I don’t know…”
When I pull away just enough to be deliberate, Ivan gives me the closest he can get to a deadpanned expression despite his obvious arousal. “Mila.”
“What?”
