Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“I can. Tell me.”
Her lip quivers, face flushing. “I want more. I want it all. I want you.”
Thank fuck.
I take her face in my hands and press my lips to hers. Hard. With a demand I’ve never felt in my life. Her lips open for me, and I take what I want, what I need from her, with no regret or fear of the unknown. Davenport could ruin me today, disappointing my parents and me, but the disappointment of watching her walk away from me, of not taking these lips with mine, would be more than detrimental.
It would be life-altering.
twenty-eight
Austen
I can’t believe I admitted that. I can’t believe I told him that, but I did and I couldn’t be prouder of myself. The reward for my honesty? This gorgeous man’s lips on mine. I have never felt anything as good as Dimitri’s kisses.
He may be the one on skates, but I’m the one fighting for balance.
My knees are weak, my stomach is clenched, and the flesh between my legs is trembling with desire. I clutch his face in my hands, my fingers biting into him as he tangles his tongue with mine, devouring me. Or maybe I’m devouring him. All I know is I need to be closer. I drop my hands to his shoulders, and I use the water holder to climb up the boards, the hard surface biting into my knees, but I don’t care. I want to press myself against him. Feel every inch of him. Hell, I need to feel him. He lets out a sound of surprise as he brings his arms around my bottom, holding me in place as our lips move frantically against each other.
Even through his pads, I can feel the heat pouring off him. God, it feels insanely amazing, warming me to my core. He pulls his mouth from mine, kissing down my jaw to my chin to my neck, nuzzling his face there. He sucks on my skin, gently nibbling on me as I moan softly. His hair is wet against my jaw, and I can’t stop myself from running my fingers through his lush, dark waves. Then his words hit me.
“I want more, Janie. I want all of you and more.”
My whole body is on fire, and when his fingers slide between my legs, squeezing my inner thighs, I practically come out of my skin. I know he can feel the heat of me when his breath catches.
“Oh, Dimitri,” I gasp as he rakes his teeth up the length of my neck, nipping at my chin before hovering over my lips. “Touch me, please.”
He nips at my bottom lip, taking it between his teeth, and my body tightens between my legs. “You don’t even have to ask, sakharok.”
His eyes bore into mine as he slides his hand around to my front, cupping my center. I gasp against his lips, my eyes hooded as I don’t dare close them. His hands burn against my sensitive flesh, even with my shorts on. It’s him; he scorches my soul. I can’t control myself, and I rock against his hand. His lips part against mine, his breathing so hard, so hot against my lips. I can barely handle it. “Jesus Christ, Janie.”
His hand shakes as he moves his thumb along my lower lips, slow and agonizing. I arch into his hand, and I hear a loud knock. It makes me jump, and he laughs. “My skates hit the boards. I lost my balance. You’re making me crazy.”
I grin against his lips. “How do you think I feel?”
“Oh, Janie, I can feel what you’re feeling,” he whispers, and I love the way his lips feel against mine. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it.”
I weave my fingers through his hair, holding him close. I press my mouth to his, running my tongue along his lips. The knock of his skates happens once more, and I can’t help but laugh against his lips. He grins, his face filling with color. “Yeah, this is dangerous. I need to come off this ice.”
I shrug. “I like this position.”
His eyes flash with heat. “I do too, but if I go down, you’ll go down with me, and one of us will get hurt. More so you since I’m the one fully padded.”
“Yes. Too overdressed, for sure.”
His lips turn up into a smirk, and he whispers in Russian, “My naughty sugar.”
Oh, my nipples ache at that. I move as close I can and not cause us to fall, and against his lips, I whisper back, “I want you.”
“Do you?”
Oh, the way the words roll off his tongue makes everything I’ve ever read seem like a children’s book. “I do.”
“I’m yours, sugar. Completely yours.”
Every single ounce of my body sings for him as I gaze into his eyes. I stroke my fingers along the back of his neck, his sweat dampening my skin. Breathlessly, I say, “Oh my. You’re so sweaty.”