“I forgot something downstairs,” Damien says.
“Yeah, I’ll be sure and tell her brothers that if they show up,” Ev says.
I hear Allie laugh and ask, “Oh my god, can you imagine? Don’t worry, Misha, your little sister’s just alone downstairs with Damien Melnikov. No biggie. They’re probably still dressed.”
Ev laughs while I groan and follow Damien down the stairs. We don’t make it far. Once we’re out of sight, he’s turning and pressing me against the wall, kissing me like he had last night, like he’ll never be able to get enough. I’m on the step above him, putting us almost at an equal height. He’s still a little taller, but at this angle, it’s easy for me to cup his face and wrap my arms around him.
My body relaxes against him, knowing this is the safest place I could possibly be, and when I brush my tongue along his, he gives a low groan and cups my ass so he can pick me up and carry me the rest of the way. We pass the small kitchen and muchlarger bonus room before hitting the hallway. He carries me into one of the rooms, kicking the door shut behind him.
I smile against his lips. “Definitely discreet.”
He grins and lays me on the bed with his body hovering over mine. “I just need a few minutes alone with you.”
“Just a few?” I tease while I hook my legs around him.
“For now.” He runs his fingers into my hair and drags his nose along my cheek. “I keep thinking about last night,” he murmurs against my skin. “How beautiful your naked body had looked in the moonlight, how fucking delicious you taste when you come on my tongue.”
He kisses beneath my ear, sucking on the sensitive skin and making my hips arch up to his. I feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and it feels like a taunt, the one thing I want most that’s right out of reach.
“I keep thinking about this giant cock and wishing it were inside me,” I say, and he groans at my words, nipping at the crook of my neck while sliding a hand up my shirt to palm one of my breasts.
“Soon,besyonok,” he promises.
His thumb runs over my hard nipple while he rocks into me. I tangle my fingers in his hair while he licks and sucks his way to the top of my shirt.
“It’s never enough time.” His words are soft, gentle puffs of air against my hot skin, and I feel every sensation as it washes through my body and settles right between my legs. “It will never be enough when it comes to you.”
“We’ll make it be enough,” I tell him. “We’ll take full advantage of every second we have together, and soon we won’t have to hide. If we want to spend all weekend in bed, we will, and no one will be able to say a damn thing about it.”
He lifts his head to meet my eyes. “All weekend?” Before I can answer, he lifts my shirt and eyes the breasts that he doesn’tseem even remotely disappointed about. “More like all week, Sitka, maybe all month.”
“I’m looking forward to that,” I tell him, and then gasp when he leans down and pulls my bra down, wrapping his mouth around my left breast and sucking hard. I moan his name and rock harder, trying like hell to grind against him. He sinks his weight onto me, giving me the friction I need while he tongues my nipple and brings me closer to the edge.
“I’m looking forward to a lot of things.” He grabs onto my hip, holding me in place so he can take control. “But right now I want to hear those pretty little moans you give when you come.”
Without warning, he latches back onto my tit and lifts his hips so he can press the heel of his palm right between my legs. He gives me the friction I need, moving his hand so he’s grinding into me and making me squirm beneath him. Digging my foot into his back, I use him for leverage, lifting my hips and rocking into him, desperate for the orgasm that’s right out of reach.
I slide my hand under his shirt, dragging my nails along his back as he works me harder. I’m so close, but the barrier between us is annoying me, and when I let out a frustrated breath, he lets me drop from his mouth as he brings his face to mine.
“Tell me what you need.” He rocks his hand, sending a rush of pleasure through me, but it’s not enough, and when I fist his hair and whimper, he nips at my bottom lip and starts to undo my jeans. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I want to feel you against me.”
His fingers drag along my skin, pulling my pants and underwear down just enough for him to be able to cup my pussy with his bare hand and nothing between us. My lips brush along his with a sharp inhale as he presses harder, giving me the friction I need while he slowly grinds the heel of his palm against my clit.
“Better?”
The word is murmured against my mouth, and my whimper of a response is as close to a yes as I can manage.
I feel his grin before he says, “Good. Let go, Sitka. Give me what I want.” His fingers lightly graze my mound while his heel rocks against me. When I rock my hips, he groans and slides lower. I let out a moan of protest at the loss of contact, but it quickly turns to pleasure when I feel the brush of one finger along my slit.
“So fucking wet,besyonok.”
He keeps his mouth barely touching mine as he slowly nudges one thick finger into me. When my body clenches around him, he groans and closes his eyes. I cup his face, feeling the tension in his jaw as he very slowly fingers me. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing more of my arousal over the sensitive bundle of nerves while I rock my hips and tighten my grip on him.
My breathing turns erratic, my body refusing to stay still as I grind into him, wanting more and knowing I’m so close to getting it.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb over my clit in small circles that have my thighs shaking and my pussy clenching around the finger that’s still slowly sliding in and out of me. “Such a good fucking girl.” He drags his lips along mine, and the sensual touch mixed with his praise has me moaning his name as the dam breaks and pleasure swallows me whole.
