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“Am I still a stranger?”
I stopped walking and turned to face him, not so much for the question as for the tone he used. “No, you’re not.”
“Then what am I?” His dark eyes were guarded and his jaw was already starting to set, prepared for anger or defiance or both. His Adam’s apple jumped in his throat, betraying his swallow and the real question underneath it all. He wasn’t asking about cultural differences—he was looking for answers, for clarification about what we were, at the same time he was waiting for rejection.
Stealing a glance down the sidewalk toward the banya, I scanned the area for any of Dimitri’s men. Seeing no one, I slid closer to him and lowered my voice. “What do youwantto be?”
“I don’t know,” he replied softly, letting me glimpse a rare flash of vulnerability in his gaze.
“When you know, tell me, and that’s what it’ll be.” I caressed the edge of his hand and along his fingertips even though every part of me wanted to push him into a doorway and kiss him until we couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know how Sasha and Roan did it, hiding their affection in public. Marek wasn’t even mine, not officially, and yet the desire to claim him as such grew stronger every day.
“I know I’m not hungry anymore.” His fingers curled around mine, squeezing gently. “And that delivery doesn’t really come in until tomorrow.”
“I’m aware.”
“Then why don’t we go home?”
* * *
How I managedto drive at a normal speed and not crash was a miracle. The steam room was one thing. An amazing thing, to be sure. But this was about to be so much… more. I knew that from the look in his eye. Even though I should have been more worried about Sergei and Dimitri after the conversation at the banya, my only concern was Marek. My only thought was Marek. Once again, he’d set everything else in my life ablaze until only he stood at the center.
After we paid Nadia the appropriate amount of attention, Marek went through the normal motion of offering me a drink like this was any other social visit and not the beginning of something else entirely. Declining, we ventured to the living room and sat on the couch, still trying to pretend, apparently, that we weren’t on the threshold of a pivotal moment.
I wanted to kiss him, but I also didn’t want to push anything past his comfort limit. Since he knew whatIwas capable of, I’d lethimtake the lead and tell me what he wanted. Or show me, since he seemed to struggle with expressing even the most basic of human needs.
“Are we doing this?” he asked quietly, in the same hesitant tone as before, when he sought answers about what this was between us.
I took his hand in mine, running my thumb along his knuckles, meeting his gaze head-on. “Only ifyouwant to.”
Averting his eyes, he nodded. When he looked at me again, his lips parted. I thought he was going to ask another question but he scooted closer, narrowing the distance between us until he shifted, straddling my lap.
“Is this ok?” he asked, laying his hands on either side of my face.
I smiled and nodded.
His hold tightened slightly and he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine gently, still asking for permission. It was so sweet and tender it took my breath away. It wasn’t a lack of experience on his part, which we’d sadly discussed, yet he was still nervous, as if he were afraid of disappointing me. If only I could tell him that would never happen. Well, Icouldtell him—he just wouldn’t believe me. He was too much like a stray dog, beaten and neglected. He didn’t trust anyone or anything, even me. No matter how long it took, I vowed to change that.
Loosening my tie, he slipped it over my head and tossed it to the side, letting his hands slide over my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as they went. Hooking underneath the hem of my shirt, he tugged it free and pushed the material off my shoulders. Once I’d shrugged out of it, he flung it after the tie, turning his complete attention to my bare torso. He ran his hands over my body, tracing the lines of my muscles as he worked downward, kissing and licking my chest.
Slinking off my lap, he knelt between my legs and unfastened my belt. He unzipped my pants and pulled them down, taking my underwear with before they joined the items on the end of the couch.
“Isthisok?” he asked, caressing the insides of my thighs, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
I nodded again. “I told you, you can do whatever you want to me. Don’t be shy.”
He nodded too, letting his dark gaze travel down my body to the hard-on right in front of him. Dipping his head, he licked the tip of my cock, holding it steady at the base. I sighed, reclining against the couch and spreading my legs to give him room.
The fact I was uncut didn’t seem to faze him at all. He pushed just enough of the foreskin back to suck the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around both gently. Alternating with his hand and his mouth, he stroked and licked all over, surprisingly patient given his impatient nature.
“That feels so good,” I sighed, running my fingers through his hair when he took more of my length into his mouth.
It wasn’t a lie—everything he did was amazing, but I couldn’t help the twinge of sadness as to the reason. I didn’t sense any hesitation in his movements or a distinct lack of enjoyment, but I couldn’t be entirely sure since his eyes were either closed or downcast.
Taking his face in both hands gently, I held him in place for a moment. “Let me see your eyes.”
On command, his dark gaze met mine, scorching right through me. Hewasenjoying it, which was both a relief and a turn-on in its own right.
“That’s it,” I sighed, sliding my cock into his mouth slowly, his eyes locked on mine.
