“I’m having a good time exploring right here. Aren’t you?”
God yes, I was. If I had my way, I’d rip all my clothes off and let him explore me all night, naked. But I needed something else from him right now. Something other than multiple orgasms.
“I am.” I sighed, rolling my hips up into the hand now massaging my cock. “But you know something I’d really like to do?”
Dimitri kissed his way across my cheek to the corner of my lips. “What’s that?”
“See the Christmas markets.”
The hand covering me froze as Dimitri raised his head, and I put on my most dazzling smile.
“Not really my thing,” he said, and leaned in, about to take my lips with his, effectively ending the conversation. But that wouldn’t do. I had to get to those markets, and I would do—andnotdo—whatever I must to get there.
“Oh no you don’t,” I said, putting a hand to his chest and craning back to look him in the eyes. “You think you can keep me all locked up and naked in your bed the whole time I’m here?”
“That was the idea.”
I dropped my mouth open, feigning shock. “What kind of man do you think I am?”
Dimitri was about to answer when I put a finger to his lips.
“Nope, don’t answer. Just say you’ll take me.Please.” I batted my lashes for added effect. “Prague’s famous for them.”
“Is that right?”
“It is.” I could see I was breaking through his stoic wall, and I was hoping one more little push would get him there. “How about this? You take me to the Christmas markets and indulge me in some glühwein, and when we get home, I’ll indulgeyouin anything your heart desires.”
“Anything?”
I leaned in, took his lip between my teeth, and bit down. “Anything.”
Dimitri raised a brow but then lifted his hands. “Then what are we waiting for? It’s your move.”
13
BENOIT
THE AMOUNT OF clothes I was wearing was criminal, but so was being out in temperatures lower than my morals.
Lucky for me, I had a hot man to nuzzle into.
With my hand tucked into Dimitri’s arm, we strolled through the Christmas markets at Old Town Square, and it was exactly the winter wonderland I’d always heard about. The enormous tree that lit up the night was even larger than the one at the Wenceslas Square market, and the sound of a choral group singing holiday songs filtered through the air. It was even more beautiful than I’d expected, with red-roofed little huts filled with crafts being sold by local artists, decorations and lights everywhere.
This had been a spectacularly good idea.
As we passed one of the food huts, I breathed in deep. I didn’t know what it was they were making, but it was a savory delight that made my mouth water.
“Whatever that is, I need it,” I said, and Dimitri stopped and looking over at what was on the grill—barbecued sausages that had no right to look as delicious as they did, and in the display were meat dumplings that made my stomach growl.
There was no way he could’ve heard it over the music, but he lifted a brow in my direction before ordering two of everything.
“What about them?” I nodded at the two bodyguards who trailed several feet behind us. Their presence was putting a definite kink in my plans, but I’d figure out how to get around it. It wasn’t the first time I’d had to come up with a plan B on the fly.
Dimitri handed me a plate of food before diving into his own, starting with the sausage. “They don’t need distractions.”
“No? Watching you eat that sausage is pretty distracting.”
That garnered me half a smirk, but I wasn’t lying. Seeing a huge piece of meat slip past his lips had me hungry for something entirely inappropriate for where we currently stood.
