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She nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”
I stood and stretched, interrupting Owen in the middle of a story about a client who wanted to hire a bodyguard for her dog. “Well, we’re bushed,” I said, vehemently ignoring the knowing grin that spread across Owen’s face. “I think we’re going to turn in,” I said. “Right, sweetheart?”
Nataliya nodded, and we waved goodnight to the couple and tried not to look like we were rushing to their guest room…even though we definitely were. We were kissing before the door even closed, and it took every stitch of common sense in me to make sure the door was fully shut and the lock was thrown into place.
I stood and watched, transfixed, as Nataliya peeled off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. She had her jeans halfway down her thighs when it hit me that I should be getting undressed too. I tried not to rush, to seem overeager, but from the teasing grin on her face, I was failing miserably.
“Keep smiling like that,” I taunted. “See what happens.”
Nataliya settled on the bed, still grinning and looking so much like a naughty angel. “Do you promise?” she asked, voice low and tempting.
It took less than two strides for me to join her. I kissed her mouth, the point of her chin, the sweet expanse of her throat, and ran my hands over miles of creamy, soft skin. She did the same, touching me as if she’d never gotten to do it properly before.
I guessed that we hadn’t done this properly, really, up to now. But we didn’t need to rush anymore. There wasn’t the sickening, jittery feeling of adrenaline pushing at us.
I slowed my touches. Found all of the places with my lips and mouth that made her gasp and sigh. When I wrapped my lips around her nipple, she moaned and bucked her hips into mine.
“Adrian.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I asked her, hand sliding down her belly. “What do you need?”
She caught my hand, threaded her fingers through mine for a moment, and squeezed. “Can you—?” She flushed, embarrassed.
“Anything.”
“With your mouth? Please?”
I smiled. “Of course,” I said and moved to settle myself between her thighs. “I’ve been waiting for a chance to do this again.”
I licked into her, groaning at the taste of her on my tongue. She shuddered and twined her fingers into my hair, tightening them until it was just this side of painful whenever I did something she particularly liked. “That’s so good,” she murmured, hips chasing the pleasure I was giving her.
Fucking right it is, I thought and circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, delighting in the shiver that ran through her. “Right there, huh, sweetheart?” I asked, looking up to find her staring back down at me. I groaned again; it was heady being watched giving her pleasure. “Are you going to come for me?”
Her hips hitched, and she nodded. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Yes.”
I lapped at her, feeling her grow more and more tense. “Do it,” I murmured against her. “Come for me.”
Her body went taut, and she slapped a hand over her own mouth to keep her cries muffled. Before she could even begin to gather herself, I moved up, positioned myself, and seated myself inside of her with a smooth push of my hips. Nataliya’s back arched beautifully, and her arms came around to clutch at me. “Yes,” she sighed. “Adrian.”
I peppered her throat and collarbone in kisses, thrusting against her. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered into her skin, watching her face contort in pleasure as we found a delicious rhythm together.
“I’m—” A sob hiccuped from her throat, and she held me all the tighter, as if the idea of me being away from her for even a moment was unbearable. Her eyes shined as she looked at me as if she could see to the very depths of me. “Adrian, I?—”
God, I love her. “Me too, sweetheart,” I murmured, rolling my hips into her faster now. “I’m here with you.”
Pleasure pooled in my veins, and as much as I wanted to stay forever in this moment with her, I could feel that the tension building between us was about to snap. I reached between us, thumbed her clit in time with my movements, and she moaned, loud despite her burying her face in my neck. Her muscles fluttered and clenched around me as she soared over the edge.
Sparks shot up my spine, and I groaned out loud as I followed her over. When I tried to move, Nataliya held onto me. “Stay,” she said. “Just for a second. I want to be close to you.”
Who could say no to that? “Okay, sweetheart,” I said, doing my best to keep the bulk of my weight off her.
We held onto each other until we both needed to clean up, and even in the shower, I couldn’t let her be more than a few inches from me. When we stumbled back into the bedroom, Nataliya curled up beside me and rested her head against my chest.
“I love you,” she murmured. “I really do.”
I pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
She shifted so she could look up at me. “And you’re serious? About wanting to be with me?”
