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Without words, he unbuttoned my blouse, his big fingers clumsy with lust. Two buttons were already undone and in the space of a few breaths he’d popped the rest and flung the two halves wide. The feel of his cock against me had me panting and he stared at my pale cleavage, rising and falling in its green bra. I swore I felt his cock swell even harder. “You wear all this for Konstantin?” he snapped.
I nodded.
His scowl deepened. “So you could seduce him?”
“If I had to.”
His face became thunderous: he didn’t like that idea at all. I stared at him, amazed. I’d had lots of men want me. I’d never had anyone want to protect me, want to guard my virtue like he was some noble knight and I was…
Like I was someone who mattered.
Deep, deep in my chest, where Lev had lived, for a while, I felt something lift and pull, and I had to press my lips together hard to stop it showing on my face.
Luckily, at that moment he looked down, trying to figure out how my skirt unfastened. He found the button and zipper and the thing went loose on my hips, only his body holding it in place. He took a step back, still carrying me, so my back was clear of the wall, and used one big paw to brush my blouse back over one shoulder and then the other and tug it loose until it fluttered to the floor. For the first time since we’d entered the room, he set me down on my feet and my unfastened skirt slipped down my legs and puddled around my feet.
I tottered a little in my heeled boots, my legs shaky, and he put his hands on my shoulders to steady me, his thumbs toying with the straps of my bra. For long seconds, his eyes just scanned up and down over my body, taking in all the crazy silk and lace and finery. It was weird, I’d worn fancy underwear a thousand times before, but I’d always thought of it as a weapon, something to cut through a man’s defenses. When it worked—and it always worked—I felt satisfied, like I would if a lockpick worked. I’d never felt pleased or proud because it had never been real.
Colton’s eyes finally made it back up to my face. “Goddamn. It’s like Christmas.”
And I swallowed and said nothing. I couldn’t, I was pressing my lips together very, very hard because suddenly, it was real.
Colton moved closer, then hesitated. He rubbed his beard, glanced at the door. “You’re not my prisoner, right now,” he said at last, his voice strained with lust.
I understood what he was saying and it sent a big, warm swell of emotion through my chest. He was making sure that I wasn’t doing this because I thought I had to. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t taking advantage of me. He really was a good guy. I nodded and saw the relief on his face. But deep inside, I could feel that tremor again, stronger than ever. That need to feel weak, to be overpowered. Part of me wanted to be his prisoner.
His hands closed on my waist and I was lifted into the air again and tossed onto the bed, bouncing to a stop with my legs open and my hair everywhere. A ball of energy took flight in my chest and started to thump back and forth inside me in a gradually building drumbeat. Colton climbed onto the bed, his hulking form filling my vision. He stared down at me as he stripped the white t-shirt over his head.
Chyort! He seemed even bigger, topless, and a pulse of dark heat shot down to my groin as I took in the sheer power of him. Shoulders that looked like they could carry tree trunks—or carry me. That huge, curving chest that gave him all the strength he needed to pin someone down. Biceps like smooth caramel melons that could throw me effortlessly around, pull and press and spread me exactly how he wanted. Below that, the hard ridges of his abdominals, leading my eyes down like a flight of steps to the bulge of his cock under the tight denim of his jeans. The real source of his power. I remembered the size of him, from when we’d stripped off by the campfire, and my groin tightened.
He put a knee between my legs and hunkered down over me. I felt my heart rev like a race car and the energy thumped inside me faster and faster, each impact soaking me with heat. He leaned down and brushed my cheek with a knuckle and the tenderness set off an unexpected flurry of silver stars that made my chest ache.
He leaned down to kiss me.
