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I told her I wanted to take things slow, and at the time that was true, but after she was gone and I cooled off, I knew it couldn’t work. It would have been selfish to let her give so much when I wasn’t sure I could give enough in return. I took her out to dinner the next night and we broke up. I never saw her again after that.
Until we were forced together by our families. And now we were married. Life sure knew how to punch you in the gut.
It killed me that all this time she thought I wasn’t attracted to her. I poured her a glass of champagne which she immediately put on the table with a scowl.
“I’m not really in a mood to celebrate,” she said.
“Just let me make a damned toast, Kira,” I said, lifting my own glass and staring her into submission. I tapped her glass with mine and forced her to keep my gaze. Her green eyes were as deep and full of feeling as I remembered. “To my gorgeous bride,” I said. She rolled her eyes and put the glass down again.
She was really pissing me off, but it was really myself I was so mad at. None of this was her fault, and I wanted to erase her past hurt. I took her by the shoulders and, by the force of sheer will, didn’t shake her.
“You’re beautiful, Kira. I thought so from the moment you turned up in my office in your little gray pencil skirt and red fucking high heels.” When her eyes flew wide, I nodded. “Yep, I remember what you wore on your first day on the job, because I wanted you then, and I still want you now. So damn much.”
I dropped my hands from her shoulders but she caught one in hers and just held on, looking at me with eyes full of wonder.
“Damn it, Kira,” I said, stumbling closer.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as I gripped her hips and pulled her close enough that she could feel by how rock hard I was that I was telling the truth. Her gasp inflamed me, even more when instead of pulling away, she ground her soft body closer to mine. I tangled my fingers in her hair and tugged her head back, swooping down to kiss her. Her lips fell open to accept it, and my greedy tongue plunged deep into her mouth, the sound and feel of her gentle moan of pleasure stoking the flames higher.
One leg slid up my thigh to wrap around my hips, and I let my hands roam down her back to grip her taut ass, pulling her so there wasn’t a hairsbreadth between us.
“Can you feel how much I want you?” I asked, dragging my lips down her smooth throat, pushing aside the thick terry cloth fabric to keep kissing lower. “Do you believe me now?”
Her head dropped back, her cherry lips opened on a sigh. “Yes,” she murmured, her fingers curling in my shirt. “Oh, Yuri…”
That was how I liked to hear her say my name, not dripping with contempt but sighing out her desire.
She whipped her head up, suddenly laser focused on getting the buttons of my shirt undone. I paused in kissing my way down her chest, amused enough to let her do her thing, then distracted to all hell when her hands flattened on my bare chest. She closed her eyes, tracing her fingers down my sides until she reached my waistband. With an adorable grumble, she tugged on it but went no further.
I took her hands and kissed each one before reaching for the tie on her robe. The moment it fell open I was frozen by the sight of her. She was as pale as porcelain, odd for someone who lived here and who I knew loved to swim as much as I did. I quickly dismissed that curious detail, licking my lips at the sight of her rosy nipples. Did I want to kiss or touch? My eyes moved lower to the tiny pair of white lace panties she wore, really making my mouth water.
“Damn it, Kira,” I muttered, the only thing my addled brain could think to say in her presence. Smoothing my hands over her breasts, her nipples hardened under my thumbs. I circled each rosy nub, finally lowering my head to take one in my mouth. The taste of her was as perfect as I remembered, but she was mine now, no turning back this time around.
She gasped as I suckled her, and she staggered backwards, but I reached my arm around her to steady her and keep her close. With her head tilted forward I could feel her breath near my ear, coming in quick pants as I licked and sucked on her tender nipple.
“Damn it right back at you.” Her hands slid down my belly and this time she managed to get my pants undone. She pushed me away and looked down at my cock straining against my boxer briefs. A smile fluttered across her lips, but her eyes were serious when she looked up at me. The moment they locked with mine, her smile grew mischievous, and she wrapped her hand around my throbbing shaft.
“How’s that?” she asked.
I sucked in a breath, mesmerized by the sight of her hand stroking me. I took her by the waist and began walking us backwards. The couch was somewhere nearby. If not, I’d take her on the floor.
“Amazing,” I told her.
We hit the cushions, and I laid her down on the big, velvety sofa, sorry when her hand slipped away, but quickly got over it when I spread her legs and dove between them to nuzzle at the scrap of lace there.
Her hips rose off the couch as she grabbed at my hair, and I looked up to give her a mischievous smile of my own. “I want to taste more of you,” I said, nudging her through her panties. They were soaking wet, almost making me lose control. Maybe this would be a proper wedding night after all. I began to feel hopeful this might be a fresh start to something good for us.
She pressed her lips together, her eyes screwed up tight as she pushed my head away. “Wait, Yuri,” she said, looking like she might die.
I really thought I would if I stopped, but I moved away, closing my eyes in agony as she pulled the robe closed around her again and sat up. So much for being hopeful.
Chapter 6 - Kira
What was I doing? I had him right where I wanted him, already driving me wild to the point I thought I would scream from making him stop. Seriously, what was I doing jumping on him like that, letting him touch me, kiss me, lick me. Dredging up the past to the point I was ready to forget everything and move on. I was ready to believe he might have actually sacrificed his feelings to keep me from getting tangled up with his family life, not that it helped in the end. Which made it all seem even more futile, since he didn’t even know I was running from the same kind of life.
Would honesty from both of us have been a better choice back then? Did it matter now?
I pulled my robe tighter around me, trying to ignore the absolute pain on his face as he pulled away from me. Shouldn’t I be happy he was finally miserable? Strangely, I wasn’t. I only wanted to go back to a few minutes ago when we were wildly clawing at each other, when I could pretend I was happy, like I used to be when I thought I was in love. I wanted that fantasy back, even for just a few more minutes. Hell, I didn’t know what I wanted. More of his touch, that was for sure. But there was still a barrier between us.
