Page 183 of Doubts & Fears

No problem. I’ll see you soon.

What did she want to talk about? I knew Ivan and Nik were already home, so I wondered if we needed to talk first before I went to see her. In the end, I pushed them off, deciding to see what was on her mind. I walked into the bedroom, thinking she’d be in there, but I didn’t see her.

“Kinsley?” My heart pounded so hard, it burned in my chest.

“In the bathroom,” she called out as the water turned on for a bath. I walked over toward the door and stopped short of crossing the threshold. Holy fuck, she took my breath away.

My eyes raked over her scantily clad body, and my eye twitched. Her hair was pinned up, her neck completely exposed and begging to be kissed. The black lingerie set I had purchased for her, complete with thigh-highs and heels, graced her beautiful body. She stood holding a glass of whiskey.

“Kinsley,” I said warily as I walked toward her.

“My King,” she said, handing me the drink. I took it and downed it, never taking my eyes off her.

Taking the glass from me, she set it on the counter, then trailed her fingers up my arms, caressing me, teasing me with the lightness of her touch. “Let me help you with this.”

Her voice sounded airy, and her face showed both arousal and nervousness. She took my T-shirt off, and I stood as still as I could as her hands explored my chest and stomach. Her fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans, and the sound of my zipper being pushed down sounded loud in my ears. I stilled her hands.

“Please let me,” she breathed, with her eyes lowered.

I groaned. Her fingers teased me as she traced the sides of my boxer briefs before dipping under. She pushed my jeans and boxers off slowly and sensually, bending at her knees as she expertly removed them.

Her touch left my skin feeling like it was on fire. It was electric. Her nails raked gently down my outer thighs as she pushed the fabric down further.

She knelt, her face flushed. My cock stood at attention, and she stared at it, her mouth open. Having her on her fucking knees in front of me, her face and mouth that close to my cock, was almost unbearable.

What would her lips and tongue feel like? Nik said it was the sweetest sensation, erotic and mind-blowing. She licked her lips asshe stared.

Reaching out, I caressed her cheek and put my hand under her chin, bringing her gaze up to mine. An obvious hint of panic danced in her beautiful eyes as she glanced up. I stepped out of my jeans and boxers.

“These need to go too,” she breathed, hooking her fingers around a sock. She removed them both, and then I stood before her, completely naked.

Heat shot straight to my balls as her fingers trailed up the back of my calves while she leaned into me. She gracefully stood as she moved up my body, pressing hers into mine, making me curse loudly. Soft lips brushed kisses up my stomach and torso before she grabbed my hand and led me to the bathtub.

“Aleksandr King, it would be my honor to bathe you this evening.”

This level of intimacy with a woman was a first. I was content to let her lead for the moment, as she left me utterly speechless. I wasn’t expecting this; she had taken me by surprise. I slipped into the warm water, my focus glued to her body as she reached over and turned the water off.

“Join me.” I wanted nothing more than to have her naked body pressed up against mine in the bath.

“Not tonight.”

She folded a towel and sat down next to the tub, leaning her head to the side. Her neck called to me, so I leaned over and kissed it gently. An airy sigh of content rushed past her parted lips, and a shiver visibly ran down her spine.

During the week we’d spent edging her, the last part of the evening was magical. The bath, massage, and talking had drawn us closer in ways that made sitting in silence with her entirely comfortable.

I relaxed my head back. “Tell me something about your life.”

She grinned and nodded. “Pasha and I used to compete in competitions, and I somewhat jokingly told the producers who were doing rehearsal takes with us that I was going to marry him.” She splashed me as I growled low.

“We used to do this thing. It’s quite silly, but we would sit toe to toe, and I’d swing my body to be flush with his so we were sitting side by side. I would do my best to line up our shoulders and knees. We had this chant we’d do. By the time he was older, he really only continued doing it to humor me, but it was sweet nonetheless.”

Her face took on a faraway look before she spoke again. “Once we were lined up, I would start it and say, ‘Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee.’ We would then both say, ‘I love you, and you love me.’ Well, I was really nervous about the upcoming performance. He saw me sitting there, and he sat toe to toe with me, and we went through the chant.” She shook her head and laughed before tellingme the next part. “I didn’t know we were still being filmed, so it was then spliced with me telling the producers how we were going to be married one day and have babies.”

“And how did he take it?”

“He was so mad. He was starting to like girls. Of course, girls his age, not a silly seven-year-old who was like a sister to him. He refused to dance with me for a full two weeks.”

“Did you fancy yourself in love, then?” I teased.

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