Page 108 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

My lips curled. “I was hoping to loosen something far more intimate, but I guess the lips are a good start.”

She opened her mouth to give a reply, but I beat her to it, sealing my lips over hers and taking the one thing I’ve been wanting the whole night.

Genevieve immediately melted into my touch. Her lips parted, giving me full access to her delicious mouth.

I swept my tongue into her, tasting every corner and reminding myself how addictive she was.

Her body pulled flush against mine, her hands flying to my hair while her tongue wrestled mine in a futile fight for dominance.

I swallowed her moans as they came, my palms roaming and cupping every inch of her.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I muttered against her skin as I dragged my lips from hers to her neck, nibbling and sucking lightly.

Genevieve let out a gasp, followed by a soft thud and clattering noise on the floor as she dropped her purse. Her hands tightened around my hair, tugging while her neck rolled back to offer me more access.

I sank my teeth into the sensitive spot I knew on her neck, causing her to arch even further into me.

My palms dipped, finding her soft boobs and squeezing lightly. I let out a moan when she pushed into my palms, my lips immediately leaving her neck and finding their way to her chest.

We were barely inside the house and I had lost my jacket and found a way to free her boobs from her dress.

“So much for being a gentleman.”

“I never said I was.” I plucked one hardened bud into my mouth, sucking and releasing with a pop. “I only said I was practicing.”

“And whatever happened to that practice?” Her voice was barely a whisper over a ragged breath.

“I decided it was useless.”

I returned my attention to her boobs, rolling one nipple between my fingers while my tongue flicked over the other.

“I’ve been dreaming about this all night.”

“Was that why you took me on a date?”

My lips curled and without a warning, I wrapped my arms around her legs and lifted her.

She let out a yelp, her legs immediately wrapping around my hips.

I carried her into my room, gently lowering her onto the bed. I watched in amazement as her boobs bounced from the act.

She looked sinfully gorgeous on my bed with her lips swollen, hair messy, boobs out and dress ruched around her hips.

My eyes raked all over her and it suddenly struck me how this was the first time I was actually looking at her.

The first was more of a tryst in the elevator and the second was a quick fuck in the boardroom.

There'd been other moments in between, but they were mostly born out of intense need and blinding lust.

This was the first time she was in my bed like this and for some reason, the thought loosened something inside me.

She watched with hazy eyes as I shrugged off my jacket and discarded my tie, her throat bobbing as I pulled off my shirt.

With the distractions out of the way, I lowered myself onto her.

“This is why I took you to the opera.”

My lips reclaimed hers in a soft, passionate kiss, taking my time to reacquaint with every bit of her.