Page 54 of The Lies Between Lovers

Smirking down at her, Vaslav admired the way her hair swayed with her laugh when he returned just as fast with, “But, kisska, I bet that’s the only thing you won’t do for me.”

And that was fine. He never did have a taste for women with daddy issues determined to work them out on him. Having the issues wasn’t the problem, either.

She didn’t deny what he said, but the somber mood came back in her expression as soon as her bemused smile faded to a softer, fleeting shell of a grin. Her fingers on his scar had finally stopped their trek at the far edge of his scar near his ear, but it was her other hand and how it came to curl around the waistline of where he’d wrapped the towel at his waist that turned Vaslav into stone.

Only for a moment.

Because then she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Despite the cream still thick around his mouth and left cheek, she kissed him and a part of him broke in that moment. Because she did it with such tenderness that he wasn’t used to that. It had been far too long since he welcomed that.

Starting on the side of his mouth that met the scar, every soft peck of her plush lips teased his self-control in a way that he hadn’t known was possible. It took all his will power to remain still as her tender kisses moved from the side to the front of his mouth, and only then did he return the favor. Only then did he take the control back from her, no longer able to stop himself. His tongue speared between her lips, earning him a gasp from her to part them and find hers to tangle with until she was gasping for air against his mouth, and he had her almost bent entirely over the sink with her back nearly touching the mirror.

It was a quick second from her feet being on the floor to him lifting her onto the marble. If she noticed or minded, he didn’t exactly give her the chance to say because he was too busy ravishing her mouth and licking the very breath from her lips. He didn’t think she was too distressed considering the way her legs widened and then wrapped around his hips, dragging him into her and holding him there in such a way that there was no hiding how thick his erection had become under the towel. All nine and a half heavy inches found every soft and warm part of her that he could.

Maybe he should have been more ashamed that all it took was a pretty, delicate looking woman to practically turn him into a teenage boy with uncontrollable hormones. That every little shift and grind of her hips to feel more of him worked to get him higher until his need was all but pulsing under the surface of his skin.

He could feel her everywhere when she was essentially nowhere. Her taste lingered on the back of his tongue despite the fact he hadn’t even taken that from her yet—it was still there, somehow. All her softness seemed to bleed straight into him, and no matter how hard or firm he grabbed on her body or pulled on the strands of her loose hair while his kisses left a hot path over her chin and down the column of her throat, she was still like silk all around him.

He’d smother in it.

Happily.

Vaslav hadn’t realized just how much Vera was trembling until his kisses ended at her collarbone with one final suck that left a pink splotch behind when he pulled away, breathless himself. “God, you’re like candy. Too much is still not enough.”

She caught the underside of his chin with a peck, but stroked her fingers against the shaving cream on his left cheek at the same time. “Which one of us is deflecting now?”

“You kissed me first.”

She simpered him with a smile that almost buckled his knees. For her, he would get on them in a second if she asked.

“No, I really did want to kiss you,” she returned. “That was the deal—a kiss for a shave, right?”

“Chyort—damn. You’re right,” he settled. “Better get on with it, then.”

Shuffling backward to give her enough room to slip off the edge of the sink’s rim, her bare feet touched the floor for less than a second before she had reached for the razor he’d discarded earlier. As the tap turned on and she snatched up the can of cream from the side counter, he studied her subtle mannerisms while she worked the white foam with her fingers and thumb.

“Take your time,” he said when she lifted a bit of cream to fix what the two of them had messed up around his mouth.

“I’m not going to cut you.”

“I’m not worried about a cut.”

Vera turned to find the washcloth he’d been using earlier and dampened it again under the running tap. When she spun back around, wiping her fingers clean, she asked, “Then what?”

“Take your time,” he repeated, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip to lick away what remained of her flavor there, “because once you’re done, I’m bending you over this sink and fucking you. And make sure the shave’s clean, yeah? I like it smooth.”

He yanked the damp cloth away from her only to wipe away the bit of shaving cream that had smeared to her chin and down her throat. Once he was satisfied she was clean, he nodded at the razor she held.

“Go on, shave me,” Vaslav demanded.

“Bold of you to assume I’ll just let you bend me over and fuck—”

As she spoke, she reached for the unshaven side of his face, determined to work on that before what remained on his chin and around his mouth. Her hand froze when his sudden bark of laughter silenced her words and earned him a cocked brow.

She shivered when his hand left the sink to skip under the leg of her shorts, dipping between her thighs without warning. The woman might have turned to stone at the unexpected touch, but there was no hiding the slick heat he found waiting for his fingertips that stroked across the bare seam of her pussy.

“Who doesn’t want it?” he asked.

Vera exhaled a shaky breath when he finally withdrew his hands from her shorts, but that same air caught fast in her throat when his still-wet fingers clamped down on her lower thigh. The grip had to bite, but she barely flinched. “You’re a monster.”