“It’s my pleasure.” He kissed the center of her palm. “Because this will only be good for me if it’s good for you.”
Without giving her a chance to think too much, he pulled her shirt up just enough to reveal her midriff. When she didn’t protest, he rewarded her by suckling first one breast and then the other through the soft T-shirt. As he did, he eased his hand inside her pajama bottoms to tease the curls that protected her most special secrets.
Oh, yeah, her body knew what it wanted even if she wasn’t quite sure about it. He tested her readiness by thrusting one finger deep inside her body and then back out again. Once again her hips rocked up to meet his touch.
Without asking permission, he moved down the bed to kneel between her feet. Hooking his fingers in her waistband, he slowly removed her flannel shorts and dropped them over the edge of the bed. It came as no surprise when Amy tried to clamp her legs together. He stopped her the easy way, by stretching out on top of her, anchoring her beneath him with his weight.
As he rocked against her, letting her feel the strength of his desire for her, she gradually spread her legs, bringing them into more direct contact. He was both surprised and pleased when she shoved her hands beneath the waistband of his flannel pajama bottoms and tugged them down past his ass to his thighs, which inhibited his ability to move freely. He obliged them both by stripping them the rest of the way off. At long last, the only thing left between them was her T-shirt.
“Can I take off your shirt?”
She bit her lower lip, clearly not happy with the idea. “Never mind. We’re doing just fine.”
Then, to his surprise, she reached for the hem of her shirt and yanked it off in one quick move, like ripping a bandage off a wound. Her pretty eyes stared up at him filled with fear and maybe resignation, as if she knew—just knew—he would take one look and turn away.
It was damn hard to look at her scars without wincing. God knows he wasn’t repulsed by the markers of her pain, but that’s what she’d think if he made the wrong move right now. His smile might have been a bit tentative but it was sincere.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve a night like this.”
As he spoke, he shifted to lie beside her where he could pay homage to her breasts, this time getting to savor the sweet taste of her skin. Cupping one breast, he plumped it to fit the curve of his palm as he licked the tip of the other, pulling back to blow on it, smiling as her pretty pink nipple immediately beaded up for him.
He kissed his way down to the slight curve of her belly. When she giggled, he did it again.
“Misha, stop that! It tickles.”
“It’s supposed to.”
With no warning, she went on the attack, digging her fingers into his ribs. “How do you like it?”
“Not one bit!”
He caught her hands and pinned them above her head, anchoring her legs with one of his. As he stared down into her face, flushed rosy and so damned pretty, his heart did a slow roll in his chest. He wanted this. Wanted her. Not just now, but for as long as she’d have him. The realization scared him shitless. There were no words for what he was feeling, at least none he was willing to speak out loud or to even admit to himself.
Amy’s expression had gone from playful to concerned. “Misha? Is everything okay?”
Time to get his head back in the game. “I’m going to make love to you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded, but did she realize that he wasn’t just talking about any momentary physical discomfort? He released her hands, needing her touch.
“I promise to go slow.”
Her palms settled on his cheeks, cradling his face with such care. “I want you so much, Misha. Take me now.”
He reached for a condom. She watched in fascination as he rolled it down the length of his shaft, another reminder of how new all of this was to her. Once that little chore was taken care of, he set about rekindling the fire between them.
A long, wet kiss. A lingering touch here. His gentle caresses were rewarded with sighs and soft moans. He brushed his fingers through her curls to seek out the small nub at the center of her desire. From there, he slid two fingers deep within her core and then repeated the process. Amy’s head kicked back on the pillow, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Oh, yeah, she liked that a lot.
“Touch me, sweetheart.”
Amy immediately stroked his erection, that one touch almost enough to send him flying over the edge. Her siren’s smile made it clear that she now knew how much power she had over him and liked it. She tightened her grip just enough to drive him crazy.
Two could play that game. Once again he captured her wayward hands in his and held them over her head until he eased on top of her, settling in the cradle of her body and supporting most of his weight on his elbows. He flexed his hips, rubbing his erection against her damp heat. It felt so damn good.
“Hold on to me.”
She wrapped her arms around his chest, pulling him closer until once again they were skin to skin. He spread her legs farther apart before positioning the tip of his cock against the opening of her body. Pressing forward, he trembled with the effort it took to move slowly, to give her a chance to adjust to the sudden invasion.
He hurt her and hated that, but finally he was seated deep within her core, the connection between them finally complete. He stopped moving and kissed her. Slowly, the tension in her sweat-slick body began to ease. Her smile was back.
She ran her hands down his back to dig her fingertips into his ass. “I love this, Misha.”
“It only gets better from here.”
He withdrew about halfway and then slowly pushed deep within her again. The second time, he went a little farther and moved a little faster, slowly building up a steady rhythm. His breath grew ragged and his control finally snapped. He took her hard and fast, the slap of their bodies coming together over and over again music to his ears. When he guided her legs high around his hips, she strained upward, seeking the release they both craved.
Finally, he pushed up on one arm and used his other hand to tease her clit as he flexed his hips hard. She immediately bowed up off the bed, crying out in surprise as her orgasm rolled over her, through her, and took him along for the ride. Mikhail shuddered as his own release pulsed deep inside her heat.
As their hearts pounded and their lungs struggled to find enough air, the world beyond the walls of Amy’s bedroom ceased to exist. There was just him, this amazing woman, this one moment.
And it was perfect.
