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He ditches the apron on the counter and turns to face me, shirtless and even more appetizing than the breakfast we just finished.
“Yes,” I croak. “I forgive you.”
He smiles and I swear my panties erupt in flames.
“But,” I add quickly, “that doesn’t mean there aren’t still ways you could make things up to me.”
His eyes drag over me from top to bottom and back again. “And here I thought cooking breakfast would be enough.”
There is no such thing as “enough” where Yakov is concerned. Whatever you want to call it—hormones, attraction, raw sexual chemistry—it doesn’t matter to me. All I know is heat pools between my legs and I want him. I need him.
I turn in my chair and part my legs slowly. “Breakfast was amazing. But I’m ready for dessert.”
Yakov’s smile melts away. There’s no amusement in the way he’s looking at me now. His eyes are dark as he crosses the kitchen and kneels in front of me.
“I was ready for dessert the moment you came downstairs wearing this scrap of cotton.” He kisses his way up my thigh.
“They’re shorts,” I argue, but it comes out breathless. His calloused fingers on my skin are making it hard to get enough oxygen.
He glances up at me as he hooks his fingers around my waistband. “Whatever they are, they’re about to be in shreds.”
He yanks the shorts down and I gasp. “We can’t do this here!”
“It’s too late.” He slides my shorts off and drags my hips to the very edge of the chair. “You parted your legs, Luna. You looked at me with fuck-me eyes.”
“I was trying to be seductive! I didn’t mean we’d do it right?—”
Yakov strokes his thumb over the soaked triangle of my panties and the words die in my throat. I look around to make sure no one else is in the kitchen, but I’m not sure I could stop this even if we did have an audience.
“Consider me seduced.” He slips my panties to the side with his thumb. His breath whispers across my center, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Someone could see,” I whisper. “Someone could come.”
“It’s going to be you. You’re already so wet.” He teases the very tip of his tongue over me. It takes all my restraint to not curl my fingers through his hair and haul him deeper. “Don’t worry, Luna. No one except me will see you come apart. I’ll take you there so fast you won’t know what hit you.”
Yakov plunges his tongue into me. He sucks and licks until I’m panting. I stroke my fingers through his dark hair and grind against his mouth.
He flicks his tongue over my clit and slides a finger into me and I drive myself onto his hand so hard I nearly fall off the chair. Yakov keeps me from falling to the floor with his hand and his mouth, stroking my insides and sucking on me until I forget where we are. I am so dialed into his touch that I’m positive nothing beyond this moment exists.
“Yakov,” I moan. I circle my hips, unsure if I’m trying to get closer to him or escape. Because it feels like he’s undoing me from the inside out.
His finger slides into me faster and faster as he licks me relentlessly. Pressure builds, the first pulses forming deep inside of me. My moans blur together until they’re endless, until I clamp my thighs around his ears and fall apart on his mouth.
When he pulls back, his lips are shiny from my release. He kisses me, letting me taste what we just did.
At the risk of being thrown on the table and properly fucked, I grab the front of his shirt and whisper, “I want more.”
He looks at the table like he’s considering it. Then a growl rumbles through his chest. “Go get in the shower. Now. I’ll meet you there in three minutes.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I hurry upstairs and discard my pajamas in the corner of his bathroom. I start the shower and am already halfway through washing my hair when the shower door opens and Yakov’s hard body is pressed against me.
He cups his hand over my center, driving friction between my thighs.
“I can still feel my first orgasm,” I moan, leaning my shampooed head against his shoulder. “It’s your turn.”
“But you’re so wet for me, Luna. My fingers are drenched.”
