“Because I knew sooner or later, you would find me,” I say truthfully. “And I couldn’t run anymore.”
“So sweet Katerina,” he murmurs, leaning in, inhaling me deeply. “Is this you surrendering to me?”
“Then why do you sound so sure of yourself?”
“Because you’re still here.”
That should make me angry, and it does.
But it also makes me wet.
He must see it in my face, because the last piece of restraint leaves him then. One hand goes to my waist, the other to the back of my neck, and then his mouth is on mine.
Just heat and possession and all the frustration between us finally getting somewhere to go.
I gasp into the kiss, and he takes it deeper immediately, his tongue pushing past mine, his hand tightening at my waist until I feel each finger through my coat. My hands fly to his shoulders, not to push him away, not really, but because I need somewhere to put the force of wanting him.
God.
He tastes like vodka and anger and something darker beneath both.
I kiss him back just as hard.
The sound he makes is low and rough, and it goes straight between my legs. He turns us in one quick movement, pinning me between his body and the counter, and I feel the thick line of his cock against my hip.
My whole body lights up.
His mouth leaves mine only long enough to drag down my throat. I arch without meaning to, giving him more skin, and he takes it, kissing, biting, licking that one place under my ear that always makes me weak.
“Still regret it?” he murmurs against my neck.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I should.”
“You should do a lot of things.”
His hand slides down over my hip, around to my ass, then back to the front where his palm presses low against my stomach. My breath catches. He keeps going, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my dress, up the inside of my thigh.
I’m not wearing anything underneath.
His hand stills.
For one beat, the room goes silent.
Then he lifts his head and looks at me.
I should be embarrassed.
Instead I say, because I’m already too far gone for dignity, “You stole my panties.”
His mouth twitches.
“You came here without them.”
“That’s your fault.”
