Chapter 4 #2
As he swept his tongue inside, tasting the darkness of my mouth, I realized the combination was allowing me to feel free enough to let go around him. I rolled my arms over his shoulders, tangling the fingers of one hand in his long hair while squeezing his shoulder with the other.
The kiss was as powerful as the man, the taste of him strangely sweet even after he’d consumed vodka. I could enjoy doing nothing but kissing him for a very long time. Yet I could tell by the thick bulge between his legs that he wouldn’t allow that to happen. At least not tonight.
He devoured my mouth, but not frantically at first. He was skilled with his tongue, keeping me excited and wet, the need furrowing deep inside building to a crazy precipice. I could easily get lost in the man, forgetting about everything else but simply being with him and enjoying the moment.
My throbbing pussy and aching nipples reminded me my desire was increasing as his tongue continued to explore my mouth.
He rubbed his hand up and down my back, caressing me. When he scooped his hand under my bottom, lifting me off my feet, it was another moment of feeling completely protected.
And completely controlled.
He’d meant what he said, his kisses becoming rougher. When he pulled his lips free, he wrapped his hand around my hair, yanking me into a deep arc. I closed my eyes, my mind humming while he dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other.
I was instantly in a dream state, incapable of thinking clearly. Or at least that’s what I’d be told if anyone knew about this.
I wouldn’t allow them. Far too long had I permitted people I could barely stand to control my life. This felt as if I was escaping their claws, busting out and learning to rely on my good common sense.
Plus, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. His hot breath cascaded across my skin as he nipped my chin, slowly lowering my head until we were able to stare eye to eye. I had a feeling he was giving me one last opportunity to bail.
That wasn’t going to happen.
I reassured him in the one way I knew he couldn’t ignore. I shifted my hips back and forth, creating enough friction he exhaled. Then I jerked the shirt from his trousers until I was able to slide my hand underneath. The touch of his heated skin immediately scalded my fingertips.
Moaning, I pulled away just enough to offer a wicked smile.
I could sense he was close to losing some amount of control.
He backed away, breaking our connection and ripping at his loose tie.
He never blinked, never uttered a word when he tossed it aside.
Every action he took was deliberate, including the way he unbuttoned more of his shirt before yanking it off from the collar behind his head.
When he was shirtless, my gasp was audible. I’d never seen a man so beautiful in my life. He was chiseled to utter perfection and forget about six-pack abs. He had at least eight and I planned on counting and tracing each with my finger to find out if I was right.
With my mouth watering, I licked my lips and he caught it, his eyes twinkling, but his patience had already worn thin.
Taking a single step closer, he tugged on my sweater, yanking it over my head, I wasn’t paying any attention or watching, but I felt the soft material fall to my feet.
Immediately, he advanced again, a deep rumble coming from his chest. He was growling and the sound was entirely too sultry and inviting.
The way he cupped my breasts, his nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing screamed of possession. He rubbed his thumbs back and forth across the thin lace covering my nipples until I shuddered visibly. My entire body was tingling, already so sensitive I was lost in a sweet haze.
Every muscle in his body was tense, his jaw clenched tightly.
“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered before pinching my hardened buds. The pain was surprisingly delightful, creating another wave of excitement tearing through me. He studied my expression, the corners of his upper lip curling as if satisfied I wasn’t going to run away in fear or disgust.
I rolled my palms up his chest, allowing my fingers to knead his skin. Still hot to the touch, the feeling was incredible, his sculpted muscles like works of art.
Bending down, he pulled the lace and one nipple into his mouth. Gasping, I threw my head back, forced to grab one arm. I was unsteady, stars floating in front of my eyes. His tongue was magnificent, the passion he exuded igniting my very core.
As he sucked on my nipple, I felt myself relaxing, melting in a way I’d never done before.
Yet the need was continuing to build within both of us. I felt him reach behind me, unclasping my bra. When he pulled the material free, I almost covered my breasts as I would normally do.
No man had ever truly made me feel beautiful. Even after all the stages I’d been on, countries I’d been to, and the millions of adoring fans, no one had understood I’d been hiding behind a mask. I sensed Sasha did and had from day one.
He cupped both breasts, squeezing them until I moaned.
Now he pinched both nipples while giving me an even more heated look.
He brushed his lips from one to the other, taking his time to suck and bite down on both hard buds.
He had no way of knowing how alive he was making me feel or how the electricity was allowing me to feel invincible.
And uninhibited.
I cradled his head on my arm, realizing if he wasn’t holding me that I could fall to the floor. That’s how nervous I remained.
As if sensing I was still skittish, he rose to his full height, but I should have known by the look of mischief on his face that he had a surprise in store for me.
Before I had a chance to exclaim or dare resist, he lifted me into his arms, cradling me.
I was certain he was about to take us into his bedroom.
But I was wrong.
He headed to the kitchen table, ripping out a chair and placing me on the surface.
“What is this?” I asked. For some reason, I was shivering more than I’d been before. Maybe because there was a huge bank of uncovered windows only inches away.
The thought was naughty, but the act would be… Sexy as hell.
I was aware he’d grabbed first one shoe then the other, yanking both off my feet. The sound of them being tossed to the floor brought a few tiny whimpers. I’d closed my eyes for fear of backing out. This was by far the sexiest thing I’d ever done.
He wasted no more time, standing over me with a wild look in his eyes as he unfastened my jeans. The man was teasing me, taking his time to unzip. But as soon as he did, he rolled his fingers under the tight waistband.
There was something different about him. He’d meant what he said. There was no turning back and I craved him being even rougher than he was doing.
Again, I could swear the man was reading my mind. He yanked at my jeans, tearing them from my body. When I was in my thong and nothing else, he cursed under his breath. Was that Russian?
“What did you just say to me?”
He seemed almost surprised that he’d spoken to me in a different language. “Chto ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina, kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl.” He leaned over, planting his hands on either side of me. “I said that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
The man could have said that to any woman or every one of them he’d dated, and I was certain he’d had his share of women in his life, but he had a way of making me feel euphoric.
He studied me for a few seconds, using a single finger and placing the tip on the bridge of my nose. Then he rolled it ever so slowly down to my lips, pushing it inside. Even the taste of his finger was a powerful aphrodisiac, keeping me enthralled while I sucked on the tip.
With another smile on his face, he pulled it free, continuing tracing around my lips and across from one side of my jaw to the other. The man reeked of passion and obviously knew he was driving me mad by the crazed yet controlling look in his eyes.
After cocking his head, he brushed the rough pad down between my breasts, following the trail with his eyes. When he rolled it around one nipple then the other, I expected to feel the exquisite slice of pain, but he was far more interested in something else.
He circled my belly button before finally sliding his finger back and forth across the thin elastic of my thong.
“You’ve already driven me crazy.” While his accent had been sexy as hell from the first time I’d heard it, right now it was at the point of my entire body being lit on fire.
Where he’d ripped the material of my jeans away before, he took his time to roll the thin material of my thong down my thighs, checking with me every few seconds to ensure I was alright.
He had no idea how aroused I’d become, but he should given my scent of raging desire was freely floating between us.
Heat rose across both cheeks and I clapped my hands onto my face.
In all the concerts I’d performed, the tight little outfits and costume malfunctions, I’d never once felt embarrassed.
Maybe I’d learned far too well how to don a mask, pretending to be the superstar.
That had been easy in comparison to this.
Right now, being in his kitchen in his home, completely naked while he was still wearing clothes, possibly seen by his neighbors, even though I knew a thick wall surrounded the property, was without a doubt the most embarrassing moment of my life.
I suddenly felt the same wild flush of electricity that I had before. Very slowly, I eased my hands away, now staring at his gorgeous face. “What now?” I asked, the sound of my voice as nervous as I was.
“That’s simple. Now, I devour you. After that, I’ll make you mine.”