But reason drowned under the gravity of what I felt. Of what my body wanted. Of what my wolf wanted.
My eyes closed. My lips parted. I leaned up—wanting, needing—to kiss him.
Dimitri leaned in, too. Our lips had just touched when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
I jerked away from him like I’d been burned. And just like that, reality crashed over me like ice water. My cheeks were flushed, my heart hammering so loudly in my chest that my wolf was restless.
“You need to go,” I said, already moving toward the livingroom.
“Isabella—”
“No, Dimitri.” My voice was almost pleading. “Please. You need to leave.”
He stared at me. And after a moment, he nodded once. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the apartment.
I shut the door behind him, leaning against it, pressing a trembling hand to my chest. But my heart wouldn’t slow down.
Fuck.
What did I almost do?
Chapter Fourteen
Isabella’s POV
Soft lips moved against mine, slow and tentative, like he was savoring the taste of me. And me? I stood, frozen in place, feeling sensation creep over my skin, feeling the heat from him wrap around me.
“You taste good, Isabella,” he drawled, nipping my bottom lip. “So fucking good.”
My entire body was vibrating with need. Despite the fact that I had on a nightgown, I felt naked. His hands moved over my body, in a slow, steady rhythm, like a tease. His fingers trailed over the bare skin on my shoulder, moving to my neck, and then he dipped his head lower and kissed my neck.
I threw my head back with a moan. “Dimitri…”
God, it felt so good to be touched again. To be touched by him.
He continued to kiss my neck, moving lower, down to my cleavage. And with one hand, he slipped the strap of my nightdress from my shoulder, exposing my bare breast. The cool night air from the veranda hit me, hardening my already peaked nipples, and Dimitri wasted no time latching onto them, covering the peaks with his hot mouth.
It was at that moment that he abandoned slow. Things became rough.
He slipped the strap off my second shoulder and my nightdress dropped to my waist. Then he gripped my waist, pulling me against the railing of the veranda while he sucked—no, devoured—my nipples with his mouth.
My moans were fast turning into cries. Wanton cries of pleasure.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you, Isabella,” he murmured against my breasts, his mouth still on them. “No idea.”
Dimitri lifted my leg, hooking it around his waist as he yanked my nightdress up. I was almost naked, standing on the highest floor of the penthouse with the city below us.
And then when his hands gripped my thighs, slowly moving between my legs, I—
My intercom buzzed.
I blinked rapidly into reality, realization hitting me that I’d been fantasizing, yet again, about Dimitri—a married man, my supposed stepbrother. And the father of my daughter. It had been constant ever since that night on my veranda. I’d replayed talking to him in my mind at least ten times now. But in this version, his phone didn’t ring. When he closed the distance between us, he kissed me. He ravished me. And we…had sex right there. On the veranda.
I shook my head vehemently, only now realizing that my hands were on my breasts and I was biting my lip like a horny teenager. My reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, which I’d been staring at, was abysmal. And let’s not even talk about the sensation I was feeling between my legs.
Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me?
This was all Dimitri’s fault. Why wouldn’t he just stay the hell away from me?