Chapter 9 #3
My fingers slide under her shirt, desperate to feel her soft skin beneath my palm. She moans again, arching into me, and pulling a deep groan from my chest when she grinds against my dick.
“Sitka,” I manage to say, breaking our kiss because if I don’t stop now, I’ll never be able to. Breathless, I rest my forehead against hers, trying to get myself under control.
“Do you regret it?” she asks, and the worry in her voice has me cupping her face and pulling back so I can search her eyes. It’s too dark for me to see the shades of grey, but I can imagine them easily enough.
“Never,” I tell her. “Do you?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “Never.” She runs her eyes over me while her fingers trace the line of my jaw. “I was afraid you had a girlfriend back home.”
I grab her hand and turn my head so I can kiss it. “There’s no one. There’s never been anyone. What about you?”
“Of course not. You know how protective everyone is.”
“I thought maybe something might’ve happened with Kostya or Tyoma,” I admit.
“They’ve always been like family to me. They were the only ones around that I wasn’t related to, and I tried really hard to see them in a different way, but it was impossible. It was never going to happen.”
“I’m glad I was wrong,” I tell her, making her smile up at me again.
Her smile disappears far too quickly when she says, “My family isn’t going to like this and they’ll never allow it.”
“Let me worry about that.”
She tilts her head and gives me the kind of sad look that I never want to see on her face again.
“Don’t look at me like that, Sitka.”
“Like what?”
“Like you think it’s hopeless, like you’ve already convinced yourself that we can’t be together.” I kiss her again, slowing it down so I can savor the sweet taste of her, and when I feel her arch into me again, I pull back and say, “Don’t give up on us, besyonok, because I’m not letting you go.”
She nods and clutches me tighter. “What are we going to do?”
I lightly brush my lips along hers, savoring the feel of her and the sound of her breathing picking up.
“We’re going to do this as much as possible,” I say, easily returning the big smile she gives.
“And we’re going to keep it secret for now, but I’ll be talking to your dad soon.
I want to give your brothers a chance to get to know me before they all try to kill me. ”
She doesn’t mirror my smile this time or the laugh that goes along with it.
“That’s not funny, Damien. I don’t want them to come after you.”
“Let me worry about that. You don’t need to worry about anything.” Wanting to take her mind off it, I slowly slide my hand from her lower back to cup the ass that I’ve fantasized about way too many times. I give one of her cheeks a squeeze. “I’m dying to know if your ass is still sunburnt.”
She laughs before she can stop it. “I really wish you hadn’t heard that story.”
“I’m so happy I did. That image has haunted me ever since though. You’ll have to show me exactly how you were laying out that day.” I give her another squeeze, forcing her closer so the hard length of me is digging into her thigh. “Are you still red?”
“Yes,” she admits, and I give a soft laugh. “But I’ve been putting aloe vera on it a few times a day, and it’s slowly turning into more of a tan than a burn.”
I groan at the image she’s just put in my head while I cup her ass in both my hands, slowly memorizing every inch of her perfectly rounded cheeks.
Her own hands run along my back, dipping lower as she grabs onto my ass and says, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
I bark out a laugh before I can stop it. She gives me another squeeze and then slides her hands up and under my shirt, dragging her short nails along my skin and forcing me to hiss out a breath at the new sensation.
Grabbing her hands, I still her curious fingers and say, “Deal. It’s only fair if you get to see me too.”
When she tries to move her hands and I keep a tight grip on them, she looks up at me and asks, “Why are you stopping me?”
“Because you’re driving me crazy,” I admit.
“You mean this?” Her words sound innocent, but the way she presses in and grinds against my hard length is anything but.
I groan and grit my teeth while my body screams at me to free my cock and make her mine. “I knew besyonok fit you perfectly,” I manage to say while also keeping my pants on.
She grins up at me, a wicked sort of teasing smile that I’m beginning to recognize as one she doesn’t just use when she’s about to kick someone’s ass in a race.
Sitka is spirited. There’s a wild strength to her that I’m drawn to and want to see more of.
She’s the kind of woman who will always surprise me and always keep me wanting more.
The temptation to keep her out here with me all night is strong, and I’m still wondering how I’m going to let her go when I feel her phone vibrate against my chest. With a sigh, she slips her hand under her shirt and pulls her phone out from some hidden pocket.
She holds it up so I can see who’s calling.
I ignore the name that’s written and instead look at the photo of Misha laughing and flipping off the camera.
“It’ll be okay,” I tell her right before she answers the call.