Chapter Two
Sarah
Inside the hotel, the polished marble floor of the lobby reflected the lights from a large chandelier above. There were people moving about the space, guests checking in for the night and bellboys moving luggage carts from the check-in desk to the bank of elevators.
I was distracted by a couple of men nearby having a rapid-fire conversation in French when Dmitri approached the desk and had a short conversation with a man in a blue blazer. In no time at all he was guiding me to the elevators with a hand on my lower back. We ended up in one alone, and the sexual tension was thick in the air as we rode up to the top floor. His hand stayed in place, his body pressed against my side. My heart was racing, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to get closer to him.
He leaned in close and inhaled, and I looked over him in surprise. “Did you just smell me?”
“What is that scent?” he asked, which I took to be a confirmation. “Your perfume?”
I smiled a little. “Yes. Gardenia and bergamot.”
“Flowers and citrus.Intoxicating.”
His hand cupped my cheek, and he ducked his head, capturing my lips in a kiss that I felt all over my body. Warmth bloomed in my center and longing slammed into me. I slid my hands up his chest, silently marveling at the sculpted planes.
His head tilted to the side as he slid his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I couldn’t hold back a moan, and he swallowed the sound.
Before things could get too heated, the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. When we stepped out into the hallway, I was surprised to see only two doors on each side, spaced far apart.
Dmitri led me to the closest door on the right, and my jaw dropped when it opened. This wasn’t just any hotel room—it was a massive suite. The ceiling was high with a skylight that revealed the dark sky overhead. We were in an open sitting area that was about as big as my entire apartment. There was even a little kitchenette.
The decor wasn’t as bland or uninspired as I would expect from a hotel room. It was elegant, with fine fabrics on the furniture and the gleaming surfaces of the tables. There wasn’t a scratch or scuff to be seen. The curtains were pulled back at the big windows, revealing the sprawling New York skyline. The tall buildings were dotted with light, and there was something regal about the sight. I’d lived in the city my entire life, but the beauty of this place never ceased to amaze me.
Dmitri’s body was suddenly pressed up close behind me, his hands coming to my shoulders and trailing down my bare arms, making goosebumps appear in the wake of his barely there touch. His mouth came to the side of my neck, and I shuddered.
“The bedroom?” I asked, seeing two closed doors on the other side of the room.
Dmitri took my hand, and I was led through one of the doors, where there was a king-sized bed in the center of the space. Another big window showed the impressive vistawe called home. The lights were off in this room, so the only illumination came from those city lights.
But it was enough to see Dmitri as he moved in close to me. It was enough to make out the raw hunger in his dark eyes.
We came together without words. His arms wrapped around my body, holding me flush against his, and I groaned as I felt the hard bulge of his erection pressed into my stomach.
The aching need I felt fueled my actions as I pulled his shirt over his head. Tattoos covered his chest, but I couldn’t tell what the images were in the dim lighting. It didn’t really matter. I wanted totouch.
His muscles jumped as my palms laid flat against his pecs. He was so warm, so big.
I got swept away as he pressed another kiss to my lips, and the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on the bed, my own shirt and bra gone while Dmitri pressed me down into the mattress. His mouth closed around on one puckered nipple.
“Oh God,” I cried out, my hands in his thick dark hair as I arched into him.
The pleasure of his mouth on me caused a pulsing ache between my legs, and I squirmed beneath him, but he wouldn’t be hurried along. Moving from one breast to the other, he lavished my nipples with his tongue, sucking and grazing the sensitive buds with his teeth.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had such thorough foreplay. Jason was always in such a hurry to get down to business that he rarely bothered to build the anticipation like this. It was delicious torture, and I was panting with need by the time he lifted his head. My nipples were wet, and the cool air in the room made them tighten almost painfully. But thatjust served to heighten the pleasure as Dmitri kissed my lips again, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth as he ground his erection into me.
My core clenched just as a thought occurred to me.
“Wait,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. “Do you have protection?”
“I carry a condom in my wallet.”
I didn’t want to think about how much of a habit this sort of thing might be for him if he regularly carried around a condom. That didn’t matter. Nothing outside of this room mattered as Dmitri pulled my jeans down along with my panties. His movements were jerky, as if he’d run out of patience.
Good.I was done with playing around.
He stood at the end of the bed, a looming shadow as he unbuckled his pants. I popped myself up on my elbows and watched, licking my bottom lip when I saw how big he was. I’d felt the bulge, and I had an idea that he was larger than average, but I had no idea that he was so long and thick. A part of me worried about taking him, but my bodyachedfor it.