Chapter 22 #2
Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed. She propped herself on her elbows, and as Kyle stepped out of his jeans and tight black briefs… Ohhh, was all she could think.
Powerful thigh muscles bunched, abs rippled, and biceps flexed in an erotic dance choreographed just for her. A smattering of dark chest hair arrowed down to what she now understood was the reason he’d wanted to get her ready.
He tossed his clothes aside, then climbed onto the bed and propped his forearms on either side of her head.
His arms were like thick steel rods, imprisoning her in a cell she had no desire to escape from.
She was on the verge of tumbling end-over-end down a steep incline, powerless to stop wherever he would take her.
He positioned his hips above hers and nudged her legs apart. Slowly, he applied pressure, inching inside her tight walls. Slick though she was from his fingers, lips, and tongue, she wasn’t accustomed to his size, and she hissed in a breath.
He stopped moving. “Did I hurt you?”
It had hurt but only for an instant. As quickly as the pain came, it was replaced by a sweet, incessant need.
“Dammit, I’m sorry. I should have gone slower. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
His grim expression tore at her heart. She placed her fingertips over his mouth. “I know that. I’m fine.” She pushed her hips upward and whispered, “Finish what we started.”
He captured her mouth and kissed her. As his tongue thrust, so did he, slowly in, slowly out, allowing her body to continue adjusting to his.
Each time he left her, she grasped his buttocks, pulling him back inside her body.
This was heaven. The man she adored was making love to her like she’d always dreamed of.
“I want to watch you come.” His breath warmed her face. “I want to feel you come all around me.” His sexy words unleashed a throbbing drumbeat deep inside her, pounding harder and faster with every breath.
He slid his arms beneath her shoulders to hold her while he rocked into her. With each erotic slide of his body, the feel of him penetrating her soft, wet folds, nearly drove her over the edge. Too soon, and she didn’t want it to end yet.
Each powerful drive elicited little gasps of pleasure she couldn’t hold back.
Spasms threatened to crack her wide open, and she nearly screamed.
Shockwaves—powerful and sweet—rocketed through her like cannon fire.
Unable to hold it in a moment longer, she cried out and arched against his slick chest. A second later, she felt his pulsing release.
Still buried deeply inside her, he rolled them onto their sides, tucking her tightly to him. Against her chest, his heart beat a steady rhythm. She closed her eyes and sighed, basking in the hazy glow of their lovemaking.
Fate had thrown them a beautiful, wonderful curveball. Never in a million years could she have imagined their paths would cross again and they would be together. Like this, and with the possibility of a future. Granted, it was much too soon to discuss, but she dared to hope.
From somewhere in the room, a cell phone rang. Kyle rolled away and bent over the edge of the mattress. “Yeah, Mike,” he said into the phone, then a few seconds later, “You’re kidding. In Chicago?”
Victoria curled her fingers around the edge of the comforter. Anything involving Chicago involved Yuri, and anything involving him couldn’t be good.
“I’ll come in.” He ended the call and turned to her. “I have to go to the office.”
“On a Saturday night?” She glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table. It was nearly five p.m.
He landed a quick kiss on her lips. “Criminals don’t always take the weekend off.”
Criminals. Fear skittered in her stomach like a swarm of wasps. Whatever or whomever was dragging him back to the city had to be important. She watched him speed-dress in less than a minute.
“Lock the door,” he said, dropping another kiss on her mouth. “I’ll call you.”
Moments later, he was gone, leaving her alone in her bed with the smell of his body and hers imprinted on the sheets and pillows.
She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, sighing as she relived every moment of their lovemaking, committing it to memory, yet anticipating when they might do it again. And again. And again.
Soft, gentle bells tinkled in her head, then grew louder, into an all-out, three-alarm warning.
She bolted upright.
What they’d just done together was amazing, but was she being stupid?
This was dangerous. The complications were unthinkable, and she didn’t know how to uncomplicate them. Just when she’d thought happiness was on her doorstep, it wasn’t.
What had she done?
Sweet thoughts of Father Sergei and the children she read to every weekend squeezed her heart. As did Kyle.
He trusted her. He believed in her. He’d been nothing but kind and supportive. If he knew the truth, he would hate her.
She fisted her hand around the sheets, searching for a way out and fearing there wasn’t one.
No matter how this ended, it was a lose-lose situation.
That elusive happiness she’d been wishing for could never be hers.