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“I assumed you would like your own space,” I explain. “But if you’d rather sleep in my room, I can arrange for that.”
Her face hardens and her cheeks redden. “No,” she sputters. “Of course not!”
I take a step closer to her, careful not to completely invade her space. “I can’t wait to have you in my bed every night,” I whisper, lust coloring my tone.
She rolls her eyes, though she wavers and falls against the bed. She gasps in surprise, as if she didn’t realize she’d fallen at all. It’s adorable. It’s intoxicating.
“You’ll be waiting a very long time,” she breathes out, making me chuckle.
This time I do invade her space, walking over to the bed and placing my arms on either side of her. I feel her breath hitch and see the lust in her eyes.
“Trust me, love,” I whisper into her ear. “Soon enough, you’ll be begging to be in my room each night.”
She puts her hand on my chest and pushes me away. She’s not stronger than me, but I’m willing to give her space. I take a step back and fold my arms, assessing her.
“Don’t hold your breath,” she says in a breathy tone.
I chuckle, glad to see she’s gained her senses once more. I like her spark and her wit. It’s what drew me to her. I’m glad to see the silent treatment is finally over.
I turn on my heel, ready to leave her to her own devices when she stops me.
“Ivan,” she says, her voice tiny.
I turn to look at her. “I wish you’d call me Johnny,” I tell her.
Without saying anything else, she gets off the bed and closes the space between us. It feels like a dream as she throws her arms around my neck and pulls my face down to her own. She’s fully in the lead this time, her lips moving against mine quickly and with force.
I’m afraid to move, afraid to breathe the wrong way in case it scares her away. I don’t want to screw this up, don’t want her to pull away from me. It might destroy me. She’s so young and so innocent, I have to let her take control of this situation, otherwise I might scare her off.
An irrational thought in my head whispers that she’s a weapon, sent by her father to destroy me. She certainly knows exactly how to undo me. Then I think back to the way he looked at her so furiously, and I know she is just as much of a victim of his tyranny as I’ve been.
My hands move to her hips without my permission. They’re as drawn to her as the rest of me. Keeping my hands away from her will be an interesting challenge, to say the least. But, at least for the moment, I don’t have to stay away from her. She’s invited me into this space with her, and I fully intend to take advantage of every second of it.
She’s driving me crazy in a way I can’t comprehend. I’ve been with plenty of women over the years, but none have ever made me as insane as she does. The effect she has over me is sinful. If she told me to jump out of her bedroom window, I would do it. Thank goodness they’re all sealed and double paned.
Her hands move down to my chest, fisting around my suit. She pulls me to her sharply, as if she can’t get me close enough. I’m happy to shed the layers keeping us apart. I wonder if she’s willing to do the same.
I gently remove her hands, shrugging carefully out my tuxedo jacket as she invades my mouth, keeping us connected. If only she would take off her damn dress. It would make this experience so much easier. So much better.
I don’t push her now, though. She’s bound to retreat if I’m not extremely cautious. She needs to feel in charge of this moment, especially because so much of her life has been thrown out of her control. I know much of that is my fault, so I accept the punishment of the dress for what it is.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Kat
Kissing him was not my smartest move, but I can’t make myself regret it. I have no idea what overtook me, but I couldn’t stop thinking that he didn’t get the last word. He sets my body on fire, and I don’t want him having that kind of power over me. Some part of me thought that if I kissed him, I’d be getting the last word in.
It was a stupid idea, though, because now he’s setting me on fire in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I moan into his mouth, my tongue being swallowed by his. This kiss is sweeter than the first one but no less urgent. It was supposed to give me more power in this situation, but I feel absolutely powerless under his touch.
He’s already taken off his jacket, and he’s undoing his bowtie, unbuttoning the top of his shirt. I feel him maneuver as he rolls up his sleeves. I don’t know what he has planned, but he’s clearly thought this situation through a lot more than I have. He knows the way forward, while I’m paddling blindly in choppy waters.
I want him to claim me, but I’m afraid to give myself to him. That can’t be all this is. What if he gets what he wants and decides I’m not worth keeping around? I’ll have nowhere to go. More importantly, though, I have no freaking clue what I’m doing. I don’t know that I’m ready for that step.
I really, really should have thought more about this before I kissed him. I’m a horny idiot.
His hands nudge me backward, and suddenly, I’m on the bed with him hovering over me. It’s a delicious feeling having him so near, and this is much more comfortable than the bathroom. My head swims with the smell of him, the taste. I never expected anything to feel so easy, especially when I had so little experience.
This was only our second kiss, but so far, everything with him has been as easy as breathing. I swirl my tongue around his, exploring his mouth. I move my hands to his hair and scratch against his scalp. He moans against me before pulling away, and I immediately regret the space. I don’t want him to leave. I can’t get enough of him.
