“I don’t see a penny.”
She rolls her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Fine. Your thoughts are worth more than a penny. Happy?”
I lean forward slightly, voice dropping. “Very.”
She holds my gaze, cheeks still flushed. “I’d like to collect on my debt. You said I could ask for anything.”
I watch her for a long moment. “Alright,” I say, my voice low and rough. “You want to know what I’m thinking?”
She nods.
I let my eyes drag slowly down her body, then back up to her face. “I’m thinking about how badly I want to kiss you right now. How I want to grab you by the hair, tilt your head back, and fuck your mouth with my tongue until you’re moaning into me.
“I want to rip that tank top off and suck on your tits until your nipples are sore and you’re begging. I want to spread your legs wide, bury my face between them, and eat your pussy until you’re shaking and soaking my tongue.
“Then I want to bend you over this chair and fuck you so deep and so hard you feel me for days. I want to fill you up, make you take every inch, and hear you scream my name when you come all over my cock.”
Her lips part on a sharp gasp. Her pupils are blown wide, chest rising and falling faster. I expect her to bolt. To slap me. To call me a disgusting bastard and run.
She doesn’t move.
She stays right there on her knees between my legs, staring up at me with flushed cheeks and parted lips, looking equal parts shocked and… aroused.
“Wow,” she breathes, voice barely audible.
“Yeah, wow.” I lean in closer, my mouth inches from hers. “Unless you want me to do all those things to you right now… you’d better stand up and leave.”
She doesn’t move.
We stare at each other in charged silence. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then back up. There’s a silent plea in them, or maybe I’m imagining it because I want it so fucking badly.
I can’t hold back anymore.
Like a magnet drawn to iron, I slowly close the distance and kiss her.
The moment my lips touch hers, something inside me ignites. She tastes like heat and sweetness. I groan against her mouth, one hand sliding into her hair as I deepen the kiss, hungry and possessive.
She doesn’t pull away. She kisses me back.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Calina
I had always imagined what it would feel like to be kissed by a man. Lately, against my will, I had imagined what it would feel like to be kissed byhim.
Nothing could have prepared me for the reality.
The moment Maxim’s lips crash down on mine, it’s like every nerve in my body ignites at once. His mouth is firm, hot, and demanding, and he kisses like he owns me, deep, possessive, and utterly consuming.
He’s a fuckinggreatkisser. I’ve never kissed anyone before, so I don’t know much, but I follow his lead instinctively, parting my lips when his tongue probes for entry.
The second his tongue slides into my mouth, tangling with mine in a heated, sensual dance, a helpless moan escapes me. He swallows the sound.
One of his hands fists in my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wants it, while the other grips my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body.
He stands, taking me with him without breaking the kiss. We stumble backward until my back hits the wall. He presses into me, all heat and muscle and raw hunger.
I can feel every inch of him, the solid wall of his chest, the hard ridge of his cock against my stomach, the way his thigh pushes between my legs.
