With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving his sultry words echoing over and over in my mind. They haunted me as I pulled the covers over me and curled into bed. When I closed my eyes, I could almost feel the heat of his breath prickling against my skin and the rush I felt when his eyes dropped down to my mouth.
I’d never longed for a man’s touch like I did his, and it had me feeling completely flustered and desperately wishing he would finish what he started. Sadly, that didn’t happen. When the storm of hunger and need started to fade, I found myself wondering if it was simply lust that I was feeling. It would be totally understandable. Sergei is an extremely attractive man, but deep down, I knew it was more than that.
I’d known it all along.
I also knew that he was wrong about not being a good man. He had a dark past, but it didn’t define him. He still had a good heart that was filled with compassion and warmth. I’d seen itwhen he was with Moya, when he took me shopping, and when he gave me the sketchbook. And I’d felt it every time he was near.
He might’ve had a fierce exterior, but from the moment I showed up at the casino, he’d shown me nothing but kindness. I felt safe with him, which only made me want to be with him even more. Having no idea what I was doing, I eased out of bed and quietly started down the hall, being careful not to trip over the stupid table again.
I reached his door and stopped. I took a deep breath, and with a sense of determination, I knocked. When I heard him coming towards the door, I let out the breath I was holding and tried to prepare myself for what was to come. He opened the door, disheveled and wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, and he looked incredibly hot.
A look of concern crossed his face as he asked, “You need something?”
“I thought about it.”
“Oh?”
“Um-hmm,” I mumbled.
“And?”
Unable to form the words, I placed the palms of my hands on his chest, and his eyes locked on mine as I pressed my mouth against his, kissing him softly. I felt his back grow rigid, making me worried that he might resist.
He didn’t.
Instead, he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in even closer. His hand dove into my hair, and a low, needful groan vibrated through his chest as he delved deeper into my mouth. The kiss quickly became heated, and it was all I could do to keep my footing as my hands clung to his chest.
I let my fingers trail along the curves of his ever-so-defined chest and relished in the sensation of having him so close. I didn’t know I could feel like this. So alive. So reckless. I’d neverbeen kissed like I was something a man ached for. I’d spent so long believing desire was something men took, not something I could feel.
But here I was, wanting and craving every touch like I’d been starved for it my entire life. I was becoming completely lost in the moment when Sergei pulled back, breaking the kiss long enough to ask, “Are you sure about this?”
I nodded, and that’s all it took.
He kissed me again, and from the moment his lips touched mine, I knew he was done holding back. Like a man possessed, his hands became rough and impatient as they roamed over my body. Seconds later, I found myself inside his room, pinned against the wall with him towering over me.
Every single nerve in my body came alive as he took both my breasts in his hands, caressing each one through the thin fabric of my top. There was something about his touch that made me feel wanted, so unbelievably desirable.
The warmth of his breath caressed my skin as he spoke in a hushed tone, “I’ve spent my whole life without a single weakness, and now, I finally have one.”
My breath quickened as his hand inched its way down my stomach and slipped under the waistband of my pajama pants and lace panties. His fingers continued to drift lower, and my entire body shivered with anticipation as the tips of his fingers slipped between my thighs, slowly inching towards my center. “It’s you… You make me weak in the fucking knees.”
I inhaled a deep, torturous breath and tilted my head back, relishing the sensation as he moved his fingers in slow, methodical circles. This man had cast a spell on me, and the rest of the world ceased to exist. It was just him and me, and something told me there was no going back.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
19
SERGEI
Iprided myself on being a man who was always in control. It didn’t matter what the situation. Hell, I’d faced some of the most powerful men on the planet, and I’d done it without a blink of hesitation. I knew none of them could use a weakness against me. I didn’t have one to find.
Until now.
Lina was my kryptonite. She could cripple me with just one look, and no one had ever had an effect on me like that. And something told me no one else ever would.
I wanted to take my time, savor the softness of her lips and the quickening of her breath when I teased her clit with my fingers. A light moan vibrated through her chest as she tilted her head back and shifted her footing, allowing me better access. Damn. I wasn’t expecting her to be so wet and eager, and it was fucking with my head.
I thought she’d be timid and need to be coaxed, but nothing could’ve been farther from the truth. Seeing her lust-filled eyes and that faint blush of arousal had me wanting to explore every inch of her. I wanted to watch as she came undone by my touch, but it was too much, too soon.
