Chapter 6
ANTON
Dinner is waiting for us.
Liliana is hungry for a meal.
As she watches me and reaches up to present her lips to me, I concentrate on this hunger instead.
Unable to think of a single reason why I shouldn’t, I lower my head until my mouth crashes into hers, sealing a wet, brutal kiss. Heat races over my skin. Air can’t fill my lungs fast enough. A delirious need to devour everything this woman can give me takes hold of me.
She grunts, a sexy sound of need I won’t ignore. I hold her close, still slanted from catching her when she tripped, but as she brushes her mouth over mine and kisses me harder, I fail again to find a reason why I shouldn’t.
There isn’t one I care about enough to stop.
Sliding my hands over her back, I twist to hold her tighter.
She lifts her arms to cling to me, her hands on the back of my neck as I straighten her on the stairs.
I cinch my arms around her, and still I can’t get her close enough.
Can’t pull her in any more. A deep, sudden desire controls me, sparks flying between us from the first touch.
A couple of steps up, she’s almost level with me. Not as tall, but just the right height for me to overpower her.
Before I can, she stumbles. That’s all it takes for her to wrench her mouth away and suck in greedy gulps of air. “Anton.” A breathy admission of shock and intrigue and confusion, and it makes me harder instantly.
She licks her lower lip and swallows, her blue eyes impossibly dark and swirling with a storm of need. Wide-eyed and alarmed, she watches me like I can explain.
I kiss her again, parting her lips and seeking her tongue.
Her response tells me enough. Whatever her lack of experience, the hunger in her kiss matches mine.
I lock her against me, and the rub of her tits on my chest warns me how much more I want her grinding against me. I push my hips against hers, and my hard cock pressing to her pussy pulls a needy moan from her.
On the stairs, as the lights come back on dimly, the storm raging outside while we’re snowed in together, I kiss her like I will never have my fill.
She replies in kind, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue alongside mine with a hunger I won’t stop her from exploring. Every little suck of her lips on me pushes me to want all of her. Each sexy sound of need she gives me coaches me to make her as aroused as she can be.
It’s madness. Spontaneous and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
“Anton,” she gasps again after she pulls her mouth free to inhale again. “I don’t—I’m not—”
Waiting for her to speak, to explain, I keep showing her how easily we combust for each other. While she pants, her breaths ragged and her eyes open with vulnerable desire, I cup her ass and hoist her into my arms.
She cries out in alarm, but this time, she snakes her arms around my neck and kisses me. Molding her to me and pulling her against my cock, I debate taking her right here. Right now. On the stairs.
“I don’t do this,” she manages when we part for air.
I still immediately, giving her room instead of assuming what she means.
“I don’t just hook up with men I’ve just met,” she says, breathless.
“Then tell me what you want,” I say. “If you want me to stop, I stop.”
She searches my face for a beat, then tightens her arms around my neck.
“I want this,” she whispers. “I want you.”
That answer strips away the last of my restraint.
“Then come with me,” I tell her, our breath mingling as I carry her up the stairs.
She answers with a kiss, locking her legs around my waist as I take her to my room.
Inside, I set her on her feet and give her one last second to change her mind. She closes the distance herself, kissing me hard as she reaches for my shirt.
Words stop mattering as I kiss her again.
Keeping our mouths fused becomes a necessity, but I don’t let it slow me from showing her what I need to.
She gropes for my shirt while I pull hers up.
We part to strip, and the second our clothes hit the floor, we collide again.
So I can steal her breath. So she can rob me of thought.
“This is crazy,” she admits with a breathy exhale, as if she can’t comprehend it either.
This isn’t my first rodeo, but I can tell she isn’t used to asking for what she wants. I slow down enough to read every response instead of rushing her.
When my mouth closes over her breast, she gasps and arches toward me, answering without hesitation.
“Crazy,” I agree on a murmur. “But so fucking good.” I kiss down her breasts again. She’s soft and warm beneath me, every reaction honest.
She writhes under me, rubbing against me and pushing me closer to the edge. The contact ignites me, taunts me to slide into her, but not too fast. Not until I show her this release can be better than rushing to come.
I lick and suck her nipples and bring my hand between her legs. She’s already so wet, slick and warm, and I don’t waste a second before I caress her pussy. Feeling her arousal makes me harder still, but she isn’t hurrying me, isn’t asking for anything but this slow worship of her body.
Without any clothes between us, her sweet, curvy body all for me to enjoy, I lie over her and brace my forearms on either side of her head. “Line me up.”
She peers up at me, suddenly shy and perhaps nervous.
“Take my cock in your hand, Liliana,” I coax before kissing her and rubbing my erection over her. Her arousal covers me, and I can’t wait to slip inside of where she’s practically dripping for me.
“But what if…”
I kiss along her jaw, patient and determined to fuck her brains out once she realizes how good it will be. “What if…?” I finish for her.
“What if I can’t…um…”
I’m losing her. She’s intimidated, but that’s not going to ruin this. I feel how hot she’s burning up for me. I hear how desperate she is to come.
“You can.” I lean back to kneel and bring her hand to my shaft.
I drop my head back and growl, thrusting into her grip.
She catches on quickly, stroking me, but as I remain above her and thrust into her hand, my head pushes against her pussy.
“Take me,” I tell her, holding her gaze and leaving the choice with her. “If that’s what you want, take me, Liliana.”
She parts her legs a little more and with her gorgeous gaze on me, she does. Her fingers stay on me as she notches my dick to her slippery entrance.
“But what if I can’t…” She pauses, searching my face. “What if I can’t come?”
I let a slow smile cross over my face. What if? That’s bullshit. She’s already nearly there, but she’s been with some sorry excuse for a man before me, one who convinced her she can’t do this.
“You can,” I say as I lower and thrust into her.
She reacts, her mouth parting in surprise at the fit.
“And you will.” I thrust until I’m all the way in, seated deep, her pussy gripping me like a fist, sucking me in like no other woman ever has before.
I’m going to come if I linger, so as I kiss her and pull back, I kneel back up on my knees to watch her. To witness her proving herself wrong.
“I want you to come wrapped around my cock,” I order her.
Fucking her steadily, I watch her fall further down the spiral of need. Her face is flushed, her tits sway with how hard and fast I plunge myself into her. Our skin glistens where we’re joined, her juices slicking me as I slide in.
Planning on showing her how well she’ll come for me—all night long—I bring my finger to her clit and rub with every drive into her. And just like I predicted, she loses it. Her control and inhibitions snap. That intimidation and doubt vanish.
On a loud cry, she arches her back and tenses her legs.
“Anton! Oh, fuck!”
Music to my ears. The clench of her pussy muscles spasming on my dick is perfection too.
As she comes, trembling and gasping, I slam into her harder and faster until I follow her over. She’s still riding the waves, moaning as she reaches her arms to welcome me down, but I came too soon. The release stuns me. Goosebumps spread over my skin as I surrender to the rush.
I collapse on her and roll so she’s draped over me. Together, we catch our breath, but I’m already thinking about all the other ways I want to take her tonight.