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We arrive at the car. Yuri gets the door with a stoic expression. Alex makes sure I’m comfortable in the back and gets in beside me. Taking my hand in his lap, he points out the sites on our drive back home. Whenever we’re together, he always needs to touch me, but I’m not complaining about that. I love his obsession with me. I need it as much as he needs to take care of me.
“Hungry?” he asks when we’re back in our bedroom.
“Starving. It must be all the fresh air.”
He nods with approval. “Good. I already asked Tima to prepare a spread.”
On cue, there’s a knock on the door. Alex opens it to let Tima enter with a trolley set with dishes. One by one, Tima lifts the silver lids to reveal every imaginable Russian starter and bite-sized food.
“Enjoy,” Tima says with a grin, offering me a wink on his way out.
“I thought we’d just nibble on a selection,” Alex says when Tima has left. “The dishes are all served cold, so you have time for a shower if you like.”
My stomach heats at the nuance of his tone. “Sure. I could do with one.”
As I walk to the bathroom, I’m aware of him following. His steps are quiet, like those of a lithe, feline predator, but I know he’s there. His presence is too big to ignore, his male energy too overwhelming for me not to be conscious of how it lurks in the room, close on my heel. The hair on my arms raises with awareness.
Before I can reach for the zipper at the back of my dress, he catches the puller. He drags it down slowly, letting his fingertips brush over my spine as the sound of undressing reverberates with the rasp of the zipper. When the dress falls open from the top to the small of my back, he brushes the sleeves over my shoulders. The cotton tumbles to my feet, draping around my ankles.
Next, he works on the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with fluid efficiency. I stand quietly as he hooks a finger into the elastic of the matching thong. Instead of dragging it down my hips, he gives a sharp tug. A tearing sound cuts through the space, the lace digging into my skin for a second before cool air washes over my skin. The brusqueness of the act is in sharp contrast to the gentle way he got rid of the rest of my clothing, and that brief show of urgency makes liquid heat gather between my legs.
Clasping my waist, he turns me to face him and slowly goes down on his haunches, dragging his big, warm palms over my arms, my thighs, and finally, my calves. I swallow as I hold his gaze, taking in the dark, hungry intent in those magnificent blue pools.
Tenderly, he removes one sandal and then the next. When I stand completely naked in front of him, he straightens. Cupping one of my breasts, he rubs a thumb along the undercurve. My nipples harden instantly. I want him so much I’m aching. His hand is big enough that half of his palm covers my ribs. He holds me like this for a moment, simply caressing the underside of my breast as he stares into my eyes. He likes to read my reactions when he touches me. He likes to learn how to make me scream.
Seeming to have had his fill of my eyes, he drops his gaze to my lips. His eyes cut a slow path over me, pausing on my breasts. I grip his shoulders for purchase when he lowers his head, aiming for a nipple. The moment he closes his lips around the hard tip, a moan escapes my mouth. His tongue is hot, his teeth wicked. He knows how to make me come undone by doing nothing but caressing my breasts, but tonight, he doesn’t make me beg. He goes lower, kissing his way down my body until he’s crouching in front of me again.
I gasp when he hooks my leg over his shoulder. I already know where this is going. Still, I’m unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure that slams into me as he goes straight for his prize. He licks and nips, and in a matter of seconds, I come. My legs are like jelly in the aftermath of that quick and intense release, but he doesn’t give me a reprieve. He strips with lightning speed, baring his hard male body and sizable arousal.
We don’t make it to the shower. He catches my face between his hands and kisses me like he needs my air to breathe. I taste myself on his lips, the evidence of how badly I want him. When I fist a hand around the velvet flesh of his cock, he grips my hair in a ponytail and pushes me to my knees. I reciprocate, taking him into my mouth and licking the crest until his breathing speeds up and he pumps his hips as I suck him in deeper.
