AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Kristoff eyed me from head to toe. With every glance, a different part of my skin heated, more than from the alcohol, more than from the dancing. The man had an effect on me no one and nothing would ever compare with.
The guy who’d danced with us earlier in the evening popped up by my side. I think his name was Tim or Todd.
“Want to go another round, gorgeous?” he asked.
Kristoff gave him a glare. “Walk away.”
“And who are you?” Tim/Todd asked, frowning.
Baran stood behind Kristoff. He made a cutting motion with his hand at his throat.
He didn’t need to paint me a picture. This was going to go south quickly if I didn’t intervene. The she-devil inside me rejoiced at Kristoff’s display of possessiveness, while the angel on my shoulder sternly frowned and made me doubt my assessment. Kristoff was protective, so this was probably nothing more than that.
“It’s getting late,” I said to Tim/Todd. He shrugged and walked away, just as Kristoff had advised.
The man just stood there, not moving an inch even though he was surrounded by people dancing and sweating. He was like a rock, standing tall and proud between crashing waves, unwavering.
I swayed on my feet and nearly did a face-plant. Inching closer to him, I grabbed hold of his shirt. “I so wanna kiss you right now.”
His body went taut. “You’re drunk.”
I circled my arm through his. “I’m ready to go home, Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Broody.”
He didn’t waste another second after that. He took me outside and my heart sped up when I saw we were headed toward the Bugatti.
“Can I—?”
“Not a chance in hell.” He guided me into the passenger seat.
“Because I’m drunk,” I guessed.
“Yeah,that’sthe reason.”
I ignored that quip and leaned back, enjoying the ride. Streetlights passed me by, looking marvelous and shiny, so close that I could almost touch them. I opened the window and my hand reached out to touch a light.
The cool night air hit my face, clearing my head somewhat. I still didn’t feel grounded, though. My body felt heavy, tired in a good way, and there was something else. A feeling so profound, and deep, and hot. I hadn’t forgotten my deal with Tommie. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that it took me over half an hour to gather my courage.
Finally Kristoff drove through the gates of the mansion and parked inside his garage. Didn’t fortune favor the bold, or something like that?
When he unfastened my seat belt, I made my move. I scooted over the gear stick and sat on his lap. I ignored the way he tensed. My head, still heavy and a bit tipsy, rested in the crook of his neck. He smelled delicious.
I looked him in the eyes and was mesmerized by his long lashes. There was a crease between his eyebrows, and he closed his eyes for a beat.
I slid my hand over his forearm, caressing his corded muscles. Then I kissed his throat. His neck, his chin.
“Katya.”
His voice was rough, almost hoarse. He didn’t push me away, though, which gave me more courage. I had wanted this man for it seemed like forever, and this might just be my one shot. It could have been the alcohol, or perhaps I finally dared to act on what my body had wanted since the day I met him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and moved. Slowly, oh so slowly, I ground over his lap. My breath quickened as I realized he would not stop me. I nuzzled his throat, inhaling his scent, as I dry humped him. My dress had slid up to my thighs and the only thing separating us was my silk thong and his dress pants. The bulge under his zipper couldn’t be missed. I felt it every time I grazed over his hardness. My head spun. I saw the moon and the stars.
Kristoff’s breath became shallow.
“Please touch me,” I said, rocking my hips against him.
He grabbed my thighs and held me immobile. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Mmm?”
His fingers bore into my skin. “I said, who taught you this?”
