Page 55 of Bloody Lace

My cock can’t get any harder. And she’s going to see it all in a moment. What happens after that will be up to her.

“Dimitri—” her tone is almost begging as I start to undo the front of my trousers, and I know why. She wants me. She doesn’t know if she can control herself once she sees me naked, and the knowledge does my vanity good. It’s been hurting since I met her, since it’s seemed that she’s been so easily able to resist me.

But now I know that’s not the case. She’s just been better at hiding it than most.

“Keep saying my name,l’vitsa. It only gets me harder.” I push my pants and boxer briefs down, my stiff cock slapping against my abs as I do, and Evelyn gasps, a small, startled sound that sends pre-cum pulsing from my tip. I feel it drip down my shaft, my arousal painfully obvious, and when I look up from kicking away my trousers and shoes, I see her gaze fixed directly on my erection, her eyes wide.

“Evelyn.” I murmur her name, a faint warning in it. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to get in that tub, flip you around, and fuck you until you’re screaming my name instead of moaning it.”

Her mouth drops open. She swallows hard. And, with clear effort, she drags her gaze away from my throbbing cock.

Disappointment washes over me, but my arousal isn’t lessened in the slightest. Not even the frigid air can soften the aching hard-on that I’ve had since the moment I heard my name slip from her lips. I step forward, getting into the tub, and Evelyn keeps her gaze averted until I’m in the hot water up to my waist.

“You can look now.” Even I can hear the amusement in my voice. “I won’t bite.”

Her gaze snaps back to me. “I don’t believe that.”

“You could find out.” The words are out before I can stop them, and I blame my raging erection. There’s very little blood left above my waist right now, and I feel like I can’t think straight. Not when more of Evelyn’s bare skin than I’ve ever seen before is on display in front of me, only her breasts and the space between her thighs covered by scraps of canary-yellow material. Not when all I would need to do is snatch them away, and I’d be able to see all of her.Touchall of her.

Her eyes narrow. “Just because you caught me touching myself out here doesn’t mean I want to fuck you, Dimitri.”

“Then why were you moaning my name?”

She goes very still at the challenge, her throat moving as she swallows hard. “Look,” she says softly, her voice suddenly dropping and all of the bravado gone from her words. “Even if I did want to, Dimitri—it’s a bad idea. Not just because sex complicates things?—”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“It complicates things forme. And even if that weren’t true, sex can lead to a baby. We’re both adults, you know that as wellas I do. Even if we use protection, it can fail. And a pregnancywouldcomplicate things. Full stop. So there’s also…practical reasons not to.” She presses her lips together, her cheeks heating, and she looks away again. She looks tense, and I almost feel bad for coming up here and interrupting her, when she was so clearly relaxed before I did.

But not badly enough to not step forward, moving closer to her until our legs are almost touching beneath the water, the reflection of her body rippling underneath it. My palms itch to slide over her curves, my fingers curl with the desire to press into her skin. I want her with a need that borders on desperation, and when her gaze flicks to where the tip of my cock keeps bobbing above the water, relentlessly hard, I know she feels it too.

“If you’re just worried about pregnancy,” I murmur, “there’s plenty we can do without risking that.”

She opens her mouth, and I don’t wait to find out if she’s going to protest or not. I lean in, one knee on the bench between her thighs, pushing them open as my hand slides behind her head, pressing against her damp hair. I wrap my fingers in it, tugging her head back, and as a shocked gasp escapes her lips, I kiss her.

I take full advantage of her open mouth. I slide my tongue against hers, tasting her, the crisp bite of wine still on her tongue as I devour her mouth, my hand fisting in her hair. Ifeelher moan against my lips, the sound vibrating as I deepen the kiss, slanting my mouth over hers as I lean into her, and my cock brushes against her belly as her legs come up to wrap around my hips.

And then, just as I think she’s about to give into everything I want, she twists her mouth away, sinking her teeth into my lower lip the way she did when I kissed her up against the door in her apartment. Not hard enough to draw blood this time, but hard enough to sting.

I pull back, grinning wickedly at her. “Bite me again,l’vitsa.”

Her voice is hoarse when she speaks. “Show me what else you can do with that mouth.”

Desire jolts through me, hot and almost painful. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I reach down, grabbing her hips and disentangling her legs from mine as I lift her up onto the edge of the hot tub, her ass resting on the very edge of it as I lean in between her thighs, my thumbs rubbing across her hip bones.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I murmur, and then I reach up, yanking the fabric of her bikini bottoms hard enough that the string ties on the sides give way, and they’re ripped away from her in an instant.

Evelyn moans, her thighs falling open as I lean in closer, my warm breath ghosting over the taut flesh of her lower abdomen. “Tell me if you’re too cold,” I murmur, aware that the air is frigid and her skin is dripping wet.

“What cold?” she whispers, her voice trembling, and every muscle in my body tightens as I hear it. As I hear how much she wants me, even if she won’t admit it.

Even if this is all she’ll allow me to do to her.

I slide my hands up her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart. I squeeze, pressing my fingers into her soft flesh, letting her feel the strength in my hands as I lean in, my mouth brushing over the swollen folds of her pussy as I inhale her scent.

I can’t get any harder, but if I could, the scent of her filling my senses would do it. I can’t wait to taste her any longer, and so I don’t.

I slide my tongue between her folds, and drag it upwards, in one long, slow lick from her entrance to her pulsing clit.

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