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“Oh no.” He held his hands out and gave her a wide-eyed look. “I’m a mess,” he said with feigned innocence.
She bit her lip but smiled up at him. “Are you?”
“Absolutely. Terrible accident I’ve had.” He faked a swoon against the counter and gave her a soulful look. “Youhaveto help me.”
“And what does that entail?” she asked, moving closer to him. She looked up at him and put a finger to his chin, turning his face this way and that as she looked him over. Their words were playful and he was grinning at her but there was no mistaking the tension in the air, the palpable sexual chemistry which had been rising all day. And if she wasn’t mistaken, it was about ready for something to give. There was no way she would survive until the next day without him touching her, and from the look in his dark eyes she knew he felt the same. It was all long overdue, and Grace was ready for this. The next step in their relationship when there would truly be nothing left between them that hadn’t been shared.
Anton leaned into her touch. “Kisses. Lots of them. Your mouth all over me.”
“Like this?” She pressed an innocent kiss to his cheek, her lips just missing the cookie batter he’d smeared there to tempt her.
“Almost,” he murmured, slipping an arm around her waist. The warm weight of his touch made her sigh, and she leaned into him.
“How about now?” She looped an arm around his neck and pulled him close before she slanted her mouth to his. She kissed him, the sweetness of the batter pairing well with the heat of arousal threatening to overtake her. When they pulled apart she ran her fingers through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp, and she gave his locks a tug.
“Is that better?” she whispered, lips grazing his skin where she was still pressed close to him.
He nodded, his hands sliding down her sides, and he pushed her back against the counter. “I’d say you’ve got the right idea. How about we try that again?”
“Sure thing,” she breathed, her heart racing in her chest as he leaned down to kiss her once more. This time there was nothing slow or tender about the kiss, and her heart soared.
He slid his hands down to hook under her thighs and she had little time to prepare herself before he yanked her up and deposited her on the countertop. He pressed close to her as he stood between her legs.
“Anton,” she whispered, hooking her legs around his waist and pulling him toward her by his t-shirt.
He chuckled but allowed himself to be tugged forward. “You’re sexy as hell,” he told her as he peppered her neck with kisses, while his hands slid beneath her sweater. She sighed at the touch of his palms against her flesh. This was what she wanted, had wanted for days now.
“Back atcha,” she breathed, eyes closed and head leaning back while his lips grazed her jawline as he tugged up her sweater. It only took the barest hint of a nudge from him for her hands to shoot up into the sky. She didn’t have to be told when to help, not when it came to reducing the amount of clothes between them.
“You too,” she said when her sweater came off and got tossed away. “Lose the shirt, Kovalev.” She caught the material at his neck and started trying to pull up.
“Let me,” he said, voice muffled by the shirt now almost twisted around him. “You’re a menace.” He shot her a look of consternation but nevertheless he was shirtless in record time. His fingertips dragged lightly up her sides, the gentle touch making her shiver and wiggle closer to his warm body. Her breath hitched when he smoothed his palms out and pressed them against her back, fingers dancing up her spine until they met the material of her bra. He cupped her face with one hand while the other unclasped her bra with a sure touch that impressed her. Once her breasts were free, he wasted no time in peppering her chest with hungry kisses, his mouth moving to catch the peak of one nipple as he teased the other into bloom, rolling it between his fingers.
“Yes, but I’m your menace,” she gasped, hips bucking as she ran her palms over the firm planes of his chest. Everywhere she touched him there was a new muscle and warm, delicious skin begging to be touched. She whimpered when he moved to lave her other nipple with his tongue. His lips were firm as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive bud of flesh until she was almost sobbing from it. The pressure was an exquisite kind of pain, one that Anton controlled with expert precision. He moved her from the edge of pain and bliss so effortlessly that her mind was numb from it, and he hadn’t even touched her anywhere else. When he let her go, her breasts aching and tender, she shivered, leaning into the arms that held her up.
Grace swallowed hard at the picture in front of her. There was no way he didn’t have a gym in his labs in New York. No scientist was cut like this. His muscles looked sculpted, the doing of photoshop devilry.
“Wow,” she whispered and swallowed hard past the severe case of dry mouth she was struggling against.
“What are you staring at?” he asked.
“You,” she replied without missing a beat. Her eyes moved up to hold his, and he didn’t miss the hunger in her gaze. “You’re gorgeous.” Her hands smoothed out against his chest and slid down to drag her nails across his abs, a gesture that caused his breath to catch and his eyes to squeeze shut.
“You’re one to talk,” he husked out. “Taste even better from what I’ve seen too.” It sounded like it was painful for him to speak and she raised an eyebrow at that.
“What?” she asked, but her words quieted when he surged forward to catch her lips in a kiss. His hands were in her hair, fingers twisting the pink strands as he teased her mouth open with a flick of his tongue. She moaned when he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a gentle bite that made her arch and pray for more. “Anton,” she whispered when they parted, though it was only for a second, because in the span of a breath he kissed her again.
In her lifetime, she had been kissed and she’d done her fair share of kissing. But there was kissing and then there waskissing.And this waskissing. The type that left someone utterly wrecked and wanting when it was over. Her legs tightened around his waist and their hands moved together as they mapped out the planes of the other’s body, their breath syncing and pushing their bodies closer with each and every gasp and moan. She was barely aware of him picking her up from the counter and carrying her. She did realize it when her foot hit the banister on their way up the stairs, and she uttered a barely stifled curse that his mouth stole from hers before it was complete. Once they had cleared the stairs it was only a heartbeat later that they tumbled into the bed.
“Let’s get these off, hmm?” He nipped at her collarbone before he caught the waistband of her yoga pants and gave them a gentle tug.
“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.” Grace pushed her hips off the bed to aid in his quest to get her naked. Once he tossed her leggings aside, he divested himself of his pants and before long she had a perfect view of him in nothing but a pair of boxers that did nothing to hide the growing outline of his hardening cock.
“Whoa,” she breathed, eyes on the bulge pressed against his thigh.
“What?” He scrunched his face up and paused, face close to her thigh where he had been easing her panties down. “Is something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” She shook her head with a nervous laugh. “We are so good.” Of course Anton was packing. The man had always exuded BDE and now she was about to experience it first hand. Whatever karmic goodness she was reaping, she was thankful for the blessing.
