Page 79 of Viktor

“It’s going to take a long time for that to happen, Viktor. Some pieces may never be the same, but I do know one thing. If it has a chance of recovering, it’s because of you. So, don’t worry about touching me. I don’t break so easily.”

A smile ghosted over his face, but his eyes remained cautious.

“Now who’s getting in his own way?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “You do please me, woman. So very much.”

“Well, if you don’t start pleasingme, you’re sleeping on the couch.” If he thought she wasn’t serious, he’d better think again. It felt like she’d endured a thousand years of hell to find the promise of Viktor Kincaid. She wasn’t letting him get in either of their ways.

“You think so?” The way he grinned made the butterflies in her stomach take flight.

“I know so.” Here she sat in her bra, and he was laughing at her attempts to be bossy.

“I like you all bossy like this.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. She watched its hypnotizing movement, imagining all the things that tongue could do to her.

“Well, then, get on with it,” she demanded.

“You know, for a romance writer, you…”

She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare say it.” Okay, so maybe this sucked as far as foreplay went, but dammit, she needed him to stop talking and startdoing. Sara’s body was an inferno.

Viktor chuckled. She looked so damn cute when she was irritated, but as much as he wanted her, he was going to take this slow. She needed it to be slow, whether she knew it or not.

His hands settled on her hips, and he pushed up straighter on the bed. “As much as I like looking at all that lace, take it off,” he rasped. He would normally do it, but he wasn’t going to risk being too rough and causing her more pain.

Sara wasted no time in unhooking the thing and tossing it aside. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her breasts. Perfect and full. The nipples already hard, waiting for him to taste, to tease. His hands tightened, and she scooted closer, inviting him to touch.

This woman had been starved for love for so long, she wanted to rush this, but he wasn’t having it.

Instead of doing what they both wanted, he rolled, taking her with him, being careful that her back hit the mountain of pillows he’d built her.

He hooked his thumb in her pajama bottoms and worked them down her hips, exposing her panties. He ignored his dick, which wanted him to dive into the treasure they held. He scooted back, pulling the clothing off her completely and tossing it in the direction of her bra. Next came her socks. Wool socks. He shook his head. It was June, and she was wearing wool socks.

“I get cold,” she whispered.

“It’s okay, baby. I like your mammoth socks.”

“They are not!”

He held one up. Not only where they tall, but they werethick as fuck. She had tiny feet. They had to get lost in that mess.

She stuck her lip out like Delia did sometimes. It endeared her to him more than anything else ever could. He loved seeing her like this, vulnerable, open, and honest. She was his, and he planned to worship her every day for the rest of their lives.

He threw the socks and sat back on his haunches to look at her spread out before him like a feast.

Perfection.

Her stomach wasn’t flat, but slightly rounded, a testament to her having given birth. It didn’t put him off. It made her sexier to him because in the back of his mind, he imagined what she’d look like with his own child growing beneath her heart. Turned him on like nothing else.

“Viktor.” Her voice was husky, but he heard an edge of uncertainty in it. He glanced up and understood as soon as he saw her expression.

“You’re beautiful, Sara.” He came down, covering her completely. “So very beautiful,moye sokrovishche.”

He kissed her the way he’d wanted to since that first meeting at the hotel all those weeks ago. He devoured her lips, demanding entrance. She made a whimpering sound that spurred him to deepen the kiss.

She was a refreshing drink of water after spending days in the desert. His tongue thrust deep, learning the taste of her and teasing her own. Sara’s arms came around his neck once more, her fingers tangling in his hair while she demanded more.

He gave it to her. Viktor fucked her mouth with his tongue and pressed her more fully into the pillows, his chest plastered against hers. She met him and gave as good as she got. His stomach clenched, the most intense feeling he’d ever experienced overwhelming him, and he nearly came in his pants when her nails left his scalp to dig into his shoulders.

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