God, there’s something about this man that’s pulling me toward him like a compulsion.
I need something to break the spell. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch sight of the piano in the living room.
“Is that thing for show, or do you actually play?”
“A bit. Just enough to impress when I have to.”
“Bold claim. Care to impress me, then?”
His eyes flash, as if I’ve just given him a challenge that he can’t resist.
“Only if you promise not to laugh at my amateur skills.”
I wink. “I make no promises.”
With that, he comes around the counter and offers me his hand. I can’t help but take it. He leads me over to the piano and slides onto the bench.
“Come.” He gestures to the spot next to him. For a moment, I think about whether this is a good idea.
Screw it.
I sit down, accidentally brushing against him. The touch causes my breath to hitch, my pussy to clench.
God, this man is dangerous—in more ways than one.
“Alright,” he says, cracking his knuckles. “Let me think. Something calming, maybe. Nice and mellow.”
“Mellow sounds good.”
Alexei positions his hands over the keys, closes his eyes, and begins.
The music is beautiful, flawless right from the get-go. The melody is soft, haunting, wrapping around me like a quilt. And the way his fingers move…it’s the same grace and fluidity I saw during the fight, but in a different context.
He finishes the song, bringing it to a close with a gentle chord. When it’s done, he turns to me.
“There. Was that impressive enough?” He winks.
I can’t resist this man any longer. I don’t care that I barely know him, that he’s likely got more secrets in his head than tattoos on his skin.
“It was. But I hope you’re not done trying to impress me.”
The flash in his eyes makes it clear he knows exactly what I’m getting at.
“I’ve only just begun.”
With that, he takes my face into his hands, moving in for a kiss.
His lips touch mine, and it’s just what I’ve been waiting for ever since I laid eyes on this man. I open my mouth, inviting him into me. His tongue finds mind, and I can still taste the whiskey on his breath from his drinks back at the club.
He pulls away slowly. As soon as his lips break from mine, I want him back.
“You think the piano’s nice, wait until you see the bedroom.”
My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me come up with something witty to say. Instead, he offers me his hand and leads me up the stairs to the bedroom,
which is every bit as fancy as the rest of his place: massive windows turning the city skyline into a work of art.
The door snaps shut and we're on each other again, shedding clothes and kissing hard.
