My heart is racing a million miles an hour. My skin is tingling, and my body feels like it’s about to burst into flames. He tastes amazing. His mouth is hot against mine, and his hands on my body are like a drug. I don’t even care that we’re on the dance floor, right where everyone can see us. It’s thrilling to kiss him.
His lips move over mine, and it’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life.
My mind is screaming, my heart is exploding.
Andrei’s hands drift down my back, and he cups them over my ass. With ease, he lifts me into his arms and carries me off the dance floor, my legs hanging down and my hands resting on his shoulders. I giggle nervously. His smile is dark and deliciously gorgeous.
Away from the dance floor, in a corner of the club, he stops.
My back is pushed up against a wall as his lips press into mine again. I can barely breathe.
What is going on with me? I’ve never behaved like this in public. And I certainly shouldn’t be doing this with him—I came here to escape, not make out with the guy who kidnapped me.
When this kiss ends, Andrei lowers me to the ground and takes my hand. He pulls me, gesturing with a tilt of his head that I should follow him. His eyes are touched with mischief, and my heart beats faster thinking about what he wants to do.
I glance around nervously, worried that we’re causing a scene in public, but no one is watching, no one cares. And I desperately want more of him. Why is it that I’m so ready to give him everything?
The music is softer in the dark hallway away from everyone else.
It’s still thrumming in the air, but further away, muffled by the walls. One red light shines at the end of the hallway, adding to the allure of it all, the seduction.
Andrei leans over me, pressing his hand into the wall above my head. Is he waiting for me to tell him not to do this? Because I can’t. I can’t tell him to stop, because I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life. I want to feel him inside me.
I want to give myself to him in every way possible.
Reaching up, I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to kiss me again.
A low moan of satisfaction moves through him as he pushes his tongue into my mouth.
His hands travel over my body, and my breathing gets faster.
It terrifies me to know that I wouldn’t stop him, no matter how far he wants to go with me.
The way I feel now it’s ten times more intense than I felt in the pool with him. I’m dying with need. The desire is thick, like lava spilling through my blood.
The night in the pool was a touch of temptation, whereas this is the entire fantasy, standing in front of me, ready to devour me.
When he slides his hand over my inner thigh, I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist, encouraging him to touch me. I stare into his eyes, biting my lip.
His long fingers brush over my skin, between my legs; he touches the soft lace of my panties and I shudder with delight, teased by his fingertips as they gently trace over me.
My pussy is hot and throbbing, soaked and ready for him.
Andrei takes a handful of my hair and pulls my head back sharply, kissing me harder than before. At the same time, he slips his fingers beneath my panties and pushes them inside my pussy.
Relief floods me, and I cry out against his lips. My body shivers with delight as he moves his fingers inside me. My hips rock forward, pushing into his touch, begging for more.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice warns me that anyone could walk past, anyone could find us—and I shove it aside. I don’t care. I want him so badly.
He pushes his finger deep into me, and his thumb presses against my clit, moving in slow circles.
I gasp and feel his lips curl into a smile against mine.
“Do you like that, little bunny?” he growls, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.
I nod weakly, not trusting myself to speak.
“Mm. You’re so wet for me,” he whispers.
