Page 45 of Plus-Size Curves for the Bratva

She begins with my shoulders, the tape sliding across my body with a whisper. I watch her face, mere inches from mine, as she concentrates on her task. Or rather,pretendsto.

I know exactly what she’s doing, and I’m all for it. The air between us is charged with current, and this game she’s playing is weakening my control.

"Arms up," she instructs softly, and I comply without thinking. As she measures my chest, her hands linger longer than necessary, and I can feel the heat of her palms through my shirt.

My breath catches as she crouches lower to the ground in a slow, seductive pace, her hips bucking out to one side so sexily as she proceeds to measure my waist. Her curvy figure presses against me slightly as she reaches around, and I'm acutely aware of every point of contact between us.

"Natalia," I warn, my voice rougher than I intended. But she just looks up at me through her lashes, a mischievous glint in those chocolate eyes.

"Almost done," she whispers and bites her lower lip, but her movements are deliberate, teasing. As she measures my inseam, her fingers trail along my thigh, and I have to stifle a groan.

I'm torn between my growing desire and the need to maintain control. This woman—has no idea the effect she has on me. Or maybe she does, and that's even more dangerous.

"You're playing with fire, Sweetheart," I murmur, running my hands through her hair.

She meets my gaze, challenge clear in her eyes. "Maybe I like the heat."

Her boldness ignites something primal within me. The playful atmosphere crackles with tension, and I can't hold back any longer. In one swift motion, I grasp Natalia's wrist and pull her up, my hands shifting instantly to her hips. I walk her backward, near-feral in speed and delirious with longing, toward the nearest dressing room.

"Denis, what are you—" she starts, but her words are cut off as I kick the door close behind us.

The small space is filled with her scent—all floral and sweet. My senses are overwhelmed, and I struggle to form coherent thoughts.

"You've been teasing me all evening," I growl, backing her against the wall. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Natalia's eyes widen, reflecting my own desire. "Maybe I wanted to see what you'd do about it," she whispers, her voice husky.

I lean in, my lips barely brushing her ear. "Be careful what you wish for, Nat."

Her breath hitches, and I feel her shiver against me. "Oh, fuck being careful,” she challenges me, her fingers slowly rising until they toy with the top button of her blouse.

My eyes follow her movements, and taking it slow is no longer a part of the plan. With a growl, I slide my hand behind her neck, my fingers twisting into her hair and bend my mouth to hers.

“I’m in actual, physical pain looking at all these clothes you have on,” I say each word between kisses.

She mewls and arches her back, her body pressing into me. I feel her knuckles against my chest as she begins to unbutton. Fuck. She’s too slow.

I pull back and my eyes go straight to her chest. The two buttons she’s undone so far give me a tantalizing view of her cleavage.

“Jesus,” I bite my first, eyes flickering to her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She lowers her gaze, and it falls straight to my cock. This energy between us is electrifying and for a second, we both just pause. And then, like a torrential downpour, all self-control bursts open through the seams, like a full-blown meltdown.

I reach for her buttons, and she for my belt.Riiiip—I tear her shirt off straight down the middle.

Cluunk. She throws my belt to the corner of the dressing room.

She fiddles with my zip, and I slide off her shirt. My trousers fall to the ground and she’s standing in front of me in nothing but a bra and skirt.

I slam my hands on the wall behind her and kick off the pants pooled around my ankles. She looks up at me, all wide-eyed, her chest heaving and breaths coming out in small little gasps.

God. She’s driving me wild. From the corner of my eye, I catch a reflection of us in the mirror of the changing room. I reach for her chin and turn her head to her right, following the same direction, until we are both looking at ourselves.

My eyes meet hers in the mirror, the fire and lust brewing in them taking my breath away. "You're mine," I growl, gripping her waist with one hand while the other trails a finger down the arches of her neckline, right between the swell of her breasts, over the thin joining of her bra. My fingertips brush over her belly button, causing her to shiver beneath my touch and down I go until I reach for the waist of her skirt.

Natalia's eyes flicker back to mine, her pupils dark and dilated with desire. "Yours," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

I tug at the waist of her skirt until she bucks off the wall and leans forward simultaneously, our bodies pressing together as I nip at her neck and whisper against her skin. "I’m going to make you mine so hard and so deep that every fiber of your being will scream my name."

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