The words are out before I register them. I’d spoken from the rage boiling inside of me without taking consciousness of the person on the receiving end. I turn just in time to see her flinch, her shoulders hunched and her eyes shine with unshed tears.
Fuck.
“Mila—” I start but she shakes her head, already turning away. I cross the room in two strides, catching her wrist gently and spinning her back toward me. She collides with my chest, a soft gasp bursting from her lips. I wrap my arms around her before she can step back, before she can apologize for something that isn’t her fault. She stiffens for half a second, then melts into me, her forehead pressing into my shirt.
The anger drains out of me like a punctured vein.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur into her hair. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
Her fingers clutch my jacket, small and tight, like she needs proof I’m still here. The feel of it steadies me more than it should. I rest my chin on her head, breathing her in, letting the heat of her body anchor me.
I should say more. I should explain. But explanations feel clumsy right now. Useless.
She pulls back slightly. Her eyes meet mine, searching and it breaks my heart to see the uncertainty in their blue depths. I lift my hands and brush my thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the tears before they can fall.
She must have had a lot of questions after the kiss. It’d ended so abruptly and with everything going on, I haven’t had the opportunity to address it, to reassure her that—wait, what do I tell her?
That I want—no—crave her so much it’s becoming a physical ache? That even right now, in want to kiss her so badly—
I seal my mouth over hers with a throaty groan, kissing her hard and deep. She gasps softly, then leans into me, hands sliding up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. The sound she makes goes straight through me.
I deepen the kiss, pulling her body roughly against mine. I grind my erection against her hips, needing her to feel what she does to me.
She whimpers into my mouth and the sound shoots straight to my cock.
Goddammit.
I guide her back against my desk, clearing it off with one swipe of my hand. I lift her onto the desk and pull back a little. We’re both breathing hard. Her eyes are dazed, yet there is no mistaking the innocent desire in those gorgeous blue depths.
“Right now,solnishka, I have no noble intentions toward you,” I say, brushing my knuckles gently across her face. “If you don’t want this, now’s the time to walk away.”
She shakes her head slightly, then drops her gaze from mine.
I slip a finger under her jaw and raise her eyes back to mine. “Say it, Mila.”
“I—I want this too. I want you.”
Her words hit me harder than I expected and the feeling they evoke goes far beyond physical lust, touching parts of me that I don’t want to explore right now.
“Take off your shirt for me, baby,” I murmur, slowly dragging my knuckles down the side of her neck. A vein pulseserratically beneath my hand, her face growing adorably redder. “I want to see you.”
She nods, taking in a shaky breath as she starts to undo her shirt buttons. Her hands tremble slightly but she’s holding up really well, and I’m barely keeping my hunger on a leash with each button she pops. Soon, she’s sitting in front of me in a lacy black bra, her shirt pulled halfway down her back and suspended on her arms.
“Pull it off all the way.” My voice came out husky—not like I give a damn at this point. I watch—enamored—as she removes the shirt and throws it aside. I step closer between her legs, reach behind her and deftly unhook her bra. She gasps at the same moment a soft groan of appreciation leaves my lips.
I let my gaze rake over her, taking in her full yet firm breasts, the dark pink areolas and perky nipples.
She’s breathing hard, her breasts rising with each rapid breath. Her skirt has ridden up to her mid thighs and her hair is disheveled.
I’ve never seen a more erotic sight.
I never thought it was possible to want a woman this badly, to desire her beyond reasoning.
At first, I thought I was drawn to her because she seemed a bit lost—I’d finally found someone I could take responsibility for in the place of Natalya. But it doesn’t take me long to realize it’s more than that—way more. I do not just want to protect and care for her; I want to claim her…consume her…I want to dominate her, make her mine in every sense of the word.
I’ve never felt this way before. It’s puzzling yet I can’t resist the pull.
“Lay back, baby, and spread your legs.”