Page 88 of Touch Me Not

Nikoli lowered his head and kissed her softly, tenderly. Her arms crept up around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pulled him closer. He reveled in the feel of her lips against his, their breath mingling. He ran his fingers up and down her back, relaxing and seducing her at the same time.

When he pulled away, he left her breathless, and the haunted look had fled her eyes. Now they were brimming with desire. Nikoli gathered her in his arms, stood, and walked to the bed. Putting her down, he stripped off his shirt. She looked up at him, and the trust in her face was something he’d always wanted, and the one girl he didn’t want it from was giving it to him. What the hell was he going to do about Lily Isabella Holmes?

Lily waited for him to do or say something. He had the oddest look on his face. She had distracted him earlier by asking him to kiss her. She couldn’t tell him she was crying because she was losing him. He’d freak. She’d made up her mind on the drive back that she would lose their bet. If all she had with Nikoli was this weekend, then she’d savor it and tuck it away to bring out when she was feeling lonely.

She loved him. It was as simple as that.

He reached down and pulled the bath towel away from her naked body and sat behind her on the bed to dry her hair. He used slow, gentle movements, and she sighed. He always made her feel so safe, so cared for. He tossed the towel after a few minutes, and she felt his lips on her neck, nuzzling. She leaned back against him and relaxed as his lips made their way down to her collarbone, his tongue swiping quick tastes here and there. He was being so tender.

His hands traveled down her arms, slid over her thighs, trailed back up her stomach, and then brushed against the underside of her breasts. She moaned and pressed against him, silently asking him for more. His hands curled around her breasts, squeezing softly before rolling her nipples. Lily arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, demanding more.

“Nikoli…”

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Don’t talk,dushka. Just let me love you.” He moved from behind her and pushed her down on the bed.

She fought her tears at his softly whispered words. She’d love him as best as she could for tonight.

“Don’t cry,Milaya,” he whispered. “Please don’t cry.”

She smiled through her tears and reached for him. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I’m happy, Nikoli. Let me love you tonight too. Please.”

He stared down at her with wide eyes then nodded. He stood and slipped his jeans off. He was beautiful. His skin was a rich tone, reminding her of someone from Greece more than Russia. His black eyes and hair gave him that bad boy look, one he encouraged. His body was sculpted from hours in the gym, and she loved every inch of it.

Lily sat up and held her hand out to him. He took it without hesitation, and she tugged. He smiled and lay down next to her, turning so he faced her. “What do you plan on doing,Milaya?”

“Whatever I want.” She ran her fingers lazily over his chest. “Whatever I want, Kincaid.”

Nikoli closed his eyes and let Lily have her way. He was so proud of her. She’d spent the entire day having her family touch her, and now she was here, naked and asking to touch him. He was so very proud of his Lily Bells.

Her thumbs circled his nipples, and he let out a small gasp. No one had ever affected him like Lily. The feel of her hands on his skin was driving him crazy. He wanted to flip her, bend her over the bed, and take her, but he didn’t. Instead, he lay here and let her exploring fingers torture him. Something he’d never really allowed any other girl to do. But then he’d never trusted anyone like he did his Lily Bells.

Her warm, wet lips started to travel over his skin, and it was all he could do to hold back a moan. He opened his eyes and stared down at her. She was doing to him what he’d done to her, and he realized how hard it had been for her to stay still if she felt even an ounce of what he did now.

Her touch set off a fire inside him, and before long he was pulling her up to meet his lips. He could only take so much of her sweet torture. She tried to protest, but he hushed her and rolled so she was beneath him. “No,Milaya. Any more of that and it’ll be over before it begins.”

She laughed, and he felt it go through every part of him. He closed his eyes and forced himself to regain some control over the urge to fuck her hard right then and there. She deserved better than that.

“Lily, I need to ask…” She shifted under him, inadvertently rubbing herself against him. “Ah, fuck, Lily, don’t move.”

Another small laugh escaped her. “What do you want to know?”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, I’m not a virgin. Remember when I told you I got caught up in the wrong crowd after my dad died? Lost my virginity way back then, but it’s been a long time.”

“Well, hell,” he grumbled. That was just as bad.

“Nikoli?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re thinking too hard.” Laughter danced in her eyes.

He laughed; he couldn’t help it. Lily’s laughter was contagious. He’d never hesitated with a woman in his life, but here he was worried about hurting this one. She was warm, wet, and willing beneath him and telling him to get on with it. No one had ever had to tell him that before.

He thrust two fingers inside her, causing her to gasp. “Still thinking too hard?”

“No.” Her voice was low, and deep, and breathy all at the same time.

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