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I frowned at him. “How do you know I haven’t left the house much? Are you having me watched, or something?”
“Or something,” Kon murmured, reaching out and brushing my hair back. “So, you’re ok? You’re not sick?”
“I’m not sick. I’m fine.”
“Except for missing me, of course,” he prompted, making me laugh.
“Yes, of course, I’m pining away at home in my room, thinking about a one-night stand,” I quipped.Truer words had never been spoken.
Kon’s eyes narrowed. “Am I just a conquest to you? Ouch, that hurts,” he said with mock seriousness. “And I’ve been missing you all this time… hoping that you missed me.”
He stared at me for a long moment, as a blush blazed across my cheeks.
“Very funny,” I muttered, trying to shift the awkwardness from my shoulders.
“A man can dream. But you know, I really do take offense at that one-night-stand comment.” He shifted closer, circling around me, and slowly bringing both arms up to cage me against the bookcase behind me. Was this really happening? Konstantin Ivanov was really here? It was like I’d fallen into one of my most swoon-worthy dreams, and couldn’t wake up, not that I wanted to. I wanted to stay right here.
“Really? Well, there’s nothing you can do about it so-,”
“Challenge accepted, Hana. You should really be careful before you issue a challenge like that to a man like me,” he murmured, leaning in, and thrilling me with his closeness. Was he going to kiss me? Did he even want to? It had been nearly three weeks already. A man like him should have moved on to whatever beautiful woman had thrown herself at him at Pravda by now. I was sure there was no shortage of them. Not only was he gorgeous with all that delicious bad-boy edge that women loved, but he was powerful.Pakhanto the Ivanov bratva.
“It wasn’t supposed to be a challenge,” I quickly rushed to correct him, wondering wildly for a moment that he thought I was trying to start something more between us.
“Well, it sounded like one to me, and I’ll confess, I’m here because I can’t keep myself away one more moment.”
“What?” I muttered, thrilled and confused, and turned on like hell.
“I missed you, Hana Song. You’re inside my fucking head, and I can’t get you out,” he murmured, his face only inches from mine now. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. “I don’t want to get you out,” he confessed quietly. “I like having you there.” Then he stopped speaking and pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was as demanding as the night we’d met. He parted my lips and his tongue slid inside, stroking against mine. I clutched his chest as he tilted his head slightly, to allow him deeper, as his hands pulled me firmly against him. Trapped between the bookcase and his body, there was no mistaking that he was turned on. The knowledge made my heart flutter hard in my chest.
He kissed me until my knees were weak, and my body ached. My breasts throbbed, pressed against his hard chest, and I wanted nothing more than to strip. It felt like my clothes were too tight, chaffing against my sensitive skin.
“You know, I really take issue with being relegated to being a one-night stand,” he muttered against my lips and moved his mouth to my neck. “I think that needs to be remedied right fucking now.”
“Kon!” I gasped, as his hands slid under my ass, and he lifted me against him, turning us in the direction of the large wooden desk where my bag was. “Cameras?” he prompted.
“They don’t work up here,” I stammered, as my brain tried to catch up with reality. The man I’d been thinking about every single night was kissing me breathless, and sitting me on the edge of the desk I usually sat alone at, studying for hours, preferring the heavy warm silence of the books, to the isolation of my home.
“Perfect,” he murmured and smiled wickedly. “In that case, no one is coming to save you from me. You’re all mine.”
Then his hands went to my legs and he was pushing up my short, corduroy skirt, and tugging my leggings down.
“You have a lot of clothes on for a warm day,” he muttered, concentrating on his task. I giggled, a sound I rarely made, but something about this man just made me feel carefree.
“Well, you like a challenge, don’t you?”
“You have no idea,” Kon growled at me, as he managed to pull everything under my skirt off and tossed it to the floor, before moving in and leaning down to press his face up and under my skirt. I felt him inhale deeply against me. I was wet already, just his presence and the way he’d stalked me in the dark had already done that. I was addicted to his danger and unpredictability. Everything he did turned me on. His tongue licked me, a hot stripe that centered on my clit, as he wet a finger in my juices, and slid it inside me without preamble.
“Just as tight as I remember you, sweetheart,” he muttered against my thigh. “Tight, and wet and made just for me.”
“Made for you? Cocky much,” I muttered, arching my back as his other hand went under my ass and pulled me up toward his greedy mouth.
“Very much,” he agreed, smiling against me, and then his tongue moved in intentional circles against me, his finger pumping in and out and I couldn’t think about anything else. I rose shockingly fast, as if my body had just been waiting for this every single day since the last time he’d touched me. Like he’d unlocked something inside me that burned for him, and only his touch could soothe it.
He pulled back before I could come and I watched him undo his belt, and reach between us.
“I’m not getting to see you,” I muttered, disappointed.
“Don’t pout,” he teased me, as he eased inside. My breath hitched at the feeling of his wide tip pressing in. “Next time, I’ll have you alone, naked, and free to inspect me however you want.”
