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“You said you were just pretending to want me,” I whisper.
His jaw clenches. He doesn’t say anything.
“Was that the truth?” I don’t know if I want to hear his answer. Right now, I’d be okay with his pretending.
Tonight was hectic and stressful. Timofey comforted Grant when he felt guilty about losing Olivia. He eased Trish’s worries about giving up her children.
Now, it’s my turn.Ineed comfort. I need him to hold me and make me forget for a few seconds that everything in my world is a complete fucking mess.
“I’m not the man you saw tonight,” Timofey says suddenly. He’s looking directly into my eyes like he’s trying to make sure his words find their mark. “If that’s the man you want, then you should turn around and go inside right now.”
Part of me wants the tender side of him. The soothing words and gentle voice.
Then again, I kissed him earlier tonight before I knew that side of him existed.
“You’re right,” I whisper, looping my hands around his neck. “I never know what I want.”
“What do I do with that, Piper?”
I press my hips into him and lick my lips. “What you always do. Show me.”
The words hang in the air between us for a few seconds. I’m not sure anything is going to happen. I convince myself he’s going to shove me aside and disappear into the house.
Then, in a heartbeat, he spins me around and slams me against the side of a black car.
The air whooshes out of me, but I don't need it where we’re going. His hand curls under my thigh and hooks my leg around his hip. He presses into me so I can feel every single inch of how much he wants this, too.
That's more than enough.
"I'm not going to be gentle with you, Piper,” he warns.
I claw at his shirt, wishing I could rip it off of him. "I'd hate it if you were."
He lifts me higher, hooking my legs around his midsection as his mouth slants over mine. He swallows my moans, sucking on my lower lip and nipping at my jaw. I tip my head back against the car and give myself over to him. To every kiss, every lick, every bite.
I hook my ankles behind his back and roll against the sizable length of his erection. My body is pulsing with anticipation.
I could not be less interested in foreplay. With Josh, I practically begged him to touch me. To kiss me. I faked it more times than I count.
Now, I’m having the opposite problem. If Timofey doesn’t hurry, I’m going to explode.
“You said you weren’t going to be gentle,” I remind him.
“Funny that you think foreplay is gentle.” He gives me a devilish smirk. “It’s going to be torture. When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for release.”
He drags the flat of his tongue along the side of my neck and goosebumps erupt over every inch of my exposed skin.
Timofey is a universe of contradictions. He is a mysterious dichotomy I can’t seem to unravel. He’s gentle and cruel. He’s passionate and cold. I can’t make sense of him, especially when his hand slides between our bodies, pushes inside my pants, and cups my aching center. Any attempt at logical thought goes right out the window.
“Fuck,” he growls, his teeth scraping against my earlobe with every word. “You’re more than wet. You’re fucking soaked.”
He swipes low with the pad of his finger, and I practically shoot up the wall. Every muscle in my body contracts, and the sensation is too much to handle.
“I can’t,” I gasp. “If you do that, I won’t last.”
Timofey tightens his hold on me and swipes over my clit again, moving in deliciously painful circles. “You don’t need to last, Piper.”
“But what about you?” I ask even as I arch and grind against his hand. I can’t help myself. I’m being selfish, but I need this.
