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“This is fun,” I admitted, but the music was so loud it was clear Dima couldn’t hear me.

Tugging me closer so that our sweaty bodies collided, he smiled down at me and asked if I was having fun, his voice booming close to my ear. I leaned back in his arms and laughed again, and it felt amazing. For that moment, it was just music and movement, and a gorgeous man was smiling down at me.

And in the next moment, that gorgeous man tugged me away from the crowd and into a secluded area behind the stage. Our eyes locked as he wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in. I tipped my head back, and our mouths collided, my hands found his hair to pull him deeper to me, still lost in my fantasy.

The music faded away at the feel of his lips on mine. There was nothing but Dima, kissing me under the stars.

Chapter 18 - Dimitry

Olivia leaned into the kiss with the same fiery passion as our time in the jungle. The sight of her laughing and dancing, carefree for the first time in days, had been my undoing. Any promise to give her space went down with the sun.

I needed her.

Backing up until her back hit the brick wall opposite the wooden stage, I glanced around briefly, smiling against her mouth when I saw just how secluded we were. The shop behind the stage was already closed, and the townspeople were wrapped up in the music and dancing on the other side of us.

Bass beats from the rollicking live music thumped under our feet, but all I could feel was the heat of Olivia’s body, which was pressed against mine. It had been too long, much too long.

Sliding my hand down her side, I gripped the fabric of her skirt and began to pull it up until her creamy thigh was under my palm. My fingers dug into her skin, her sigh was warm against my lips, and she pushed harder against me. Her leg wrapped around my hip, and I changed my course, reaching for those lush ass cheeks of hers.

My cock strained against my jeans, pulsing into her soft belly, and she moaned.

“I love all the little noises you make,” I said. “Let me hear some more.”

“Do something to make me,” she countered.

God, this woman was going to kill me. Taking up the challenge, I pulled her closer, easing my hand down between her legs. Nudging her panties aside, I groaned at how wet she already was, and slipped my fingers inside her slick pussy.

Oh, that brought out a sound, all right, but my own feral growl at how much I wanted her drowned it out.

“Hurry, Dima,” she begged as I worked my fingers in and out of her tight channel.

“Hold on.”

She did as I commanded, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I shoved the full skirt out of the way, too much damn fabric, then groaned as I ripped the side seam of her cotton panties. Shoving those aside, I realized I was still trapped in my jeans, though my cock was just about to burst free. I needed to be inside her so damn bad.

She giggled, but it was a desperate sound. Letting go, she leaned back against the wall and shoved me back enough to grapple at my button, then yanked down the zipper.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.

“I have to be inside you,” I said.

Never in my life had anything been so urgent. She kept stroking my length, her breath coming in short gasps, one hand digging into my shoulder. Was she actually trying to kill me?

I wanted all of her, every inch, but the thumping bass line and laughter in the not-so-far distance reminded me I probably shouldn’t tear any more of her clothes off. The knowledge that we weren’t alone wasn’t about to stop me from ramming my cock deep and hard into her hot little body, though.

“Hurry, Dima,” she repeated, her hand going slack as she slumped against the wall.

Once again, she held on as I braced a hand beside her head, and finally, finally, I was sheathed in her wet heat. Her head tilted back, mouth open, and I claimed it, sucking hertongue, nipping at her lips, and dropping to kiss her soft neck. Deeper and deeper until she cried out, then I pulled back, forcing myself to tantalize her until she begged some more.

I needed her, but more than that, I wanted her to need me.

“Harder,” she said, voice ragged, fingers tugging furiously on my hair.

I gave her just what she pleaded for, already on the brink. Keeping her firmly against the wall and one hand holding tight to keep her upright, I wedged my hand between us, sliding my palm down her belly, smiling at the sound of her gasps.

Lower, until I found her swollen clit, slamming my mouth against hers to stifle the scream that tore from her throat. I kept moving my fingers, fucking her like my life depended on it, drawing out more than she thought she could bear. And then kept going.

It was only when her head fell forward onto my shoulder and her hands loosened in my hair to slide down to my cheeks, that I slowed.

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