Page 17 of Knocked-up Bratva Bride
My mouth watered at the sight of her full neck and voluptuous cleavage scarcely covered in woven strips of lace. I wanted a bite of her jugular and imagined her shudder at the flick of my tongue on her flawless olive skin.
“You say Luxe Nest offers the best home luxuries for homeowners. Are you on that list?”
Her smile, as sheepish as the first time I’d seen it, spread across her face when she laughed. “If you’re asking whether I’m a part of the items we market to homeowners, then, fortunately for me and my job, I’m not.”
Her laughter rang in my ears, made the blood in my veins simmer, and forced my balls to grow heavy in my pants with need.
I ran my fingers up her arms, fighting back a groan at how much softer her skin was than I’d thought, and I leaned closer, feeling the world blur into breath and skin and an impossible nearness.
“Well, I am a homeowner, and….” I breathed against her mouth. “Ya khochu tebya.” I want you.
“What?”
The last of my restraint snapped, and I dove in, capturing her lips with mine, like an angry fed arresting a wanted man. She responded, sighing into my mouth like a fish thrown back into the water, and I closed my eyes.
The wave of insane lust took over, and our souls ached, pushing us into a bubble. Hot breaths mingled with desperate groans and the intoxicating taste oftequila.
With one hand, I cupped her jaw, forcefully deepening the kiss. Her hot tongue flicked over mine and I sucked on it, relishing on the faint traces of lime, while my free handwandered below the swell of her hips, going lower, andloweruntil my palms made contact with the thickness of her thighs. I dug my nails in, feasting on her flesh, and her gasp went down my throat.
I detached my lips from hers, latched them on her jugular, and grazed her skin with enough teeth to leave a mark. Her head flew backward, and she clutched my shirt, melting into a helpless puddle.
Tasting her had unleashed something in me, more consuming than the darkness that plagued me for years, and I wanted—cravedmuch more.
Squeezing hard, I grabbed the soft curves of her ass and yanked her closer than the unwritten laws of personal space would permit.
Elena’s face fell forward to the crook of my neck, her arms snaked around my neck, and her breaths puffed at a quickened pace.
That’s when I noticed that her eagerness was, in fact, uncertainty.
“Why are you shaking?” I asked, withdrawing.
Clearly agitated, she chewed on her lips, her cheeks flushed. “I…I’ve just never done this before. Thismake-outsession is a first. You’re, um,” her gaze flickered to my swollen lips, “my first.”
Her first kiss?
My brain sent signals urging me to step further away from her, but my feet refused to budge; her scent, a sharp blend of flowers and vanilla, proved to be an even greater distraction.
I frowned. “Exactly how old are you?”
“Whoa! Wow.” She flinched, her brows creasing with a frown of her own while her cheeks flushed scarlet. “That was not how I saw this going. Well, if youhaveto know, I’m twenty-two. I’m not…I’m not that young.”
Christ.Twenty-two? In a few weeks, Katya was turning twenty-two. That meant two solid decades between Elena and me. Twofuckingdecades.
Retracting two steps, I combed my fingers through my hair and stuck my hand in my pocket. If I didn’t sheath them, I knew I’d succumb to the pulsing desire to touch every inch of Elena’s fucking body. Shit.
Beyond the shocking revelation that I’d been passionately sucking faces with a girl in my daughter’s peer group, what I wanted to know was how, with a body and face like hers, she had survived for twenty-two years without offering herself to the raving youthful sexual pressure.
“How?”
She caught on to the silent question rather quickly and rubbed her arms.
“Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to keep my focus on books instead of guys who ran on high testosterone. Going through an elite school with a scholarship hanging over my head kind of helped with keeping myself in check. Look, I know my…inexperience was unexpected, but…I’m not usually like this. I don’t go off with random strangers and end up in secluded spaces with an excitement to kiss them. I was waiting for the right one. Then you came along, and you….”
Pushing up her height with a tiptoe, she gently cradled my cheeks and brushed her thumb over my lips.
“Damien, you’re electric.”
Without thinking, I parted my lips and sucked in her thumb with an insatiable hunger licking at the very center of my core. She gasped, partly feeding me with a glimpse of her wet tongue, and the hairs on my skin sang unreasonably for this woman.
