“Vadim,” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I do.”
Her laugh shook. “That is not as comforting as you think.”
I looked up at her. “You tell me what feels good. You tell me what does not. You pull my hair if you want more, push my shoulder if you want less. I will learn you.”
Her lips parted.
I pressed one kiss to the dark curls between her thighs.
Nadia jolted.
I held her hips and put my mouth on her.
The first taste of her nearly took my manners with it.
She was wet already, hot against my tongue, and the small sound she made went straight into my blood. I licked her slowly at first, parting her with my thumbs, finding her clit with the flat of my tongue. Her knees bent.
I stood long enough to lift her onto the bed.
She landed on the edge with a soft gasp, hair spilling around her shoulders, one hand braced behind her. “You didn’t warn me.”
“I was afraid you’d argue.”
“I might have.”
“I know.”
I knelt between her thighs and pulled her closer. “Now lie back.”
Her eyes flashed.
I kissed the inside of her knee. “Please.”
She lay back.
Not because she yielded. Because she chose it while staring at me like she wanted me to know the difference.
I did.
I hooked my arms under her thighs and opened her to my mouth again.
This time, I didn’t go slow.
Nadia cried out, then clapped one hand over her mouth. I stopped at once.
Her hand flew down. “Don’t stop.”
“Then don’t hide from me.”
“There are people outside.”
“No one close enough to hear. No one alive tomorrow if they try.”
