Page 16 of Hunt Me
“Not yet,” he commented and gripped my face with his massive hand.
Unable to stop trembling, when the tiny pinging noise assaulted my senses again, I realized my body was swaying. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as he led me down another hallway. There was no other sound. No music. No conversations. No passing guests.
We were all alone.
I was aware when we walked into a room or a suite, but he said nothing. I was led forward, Mikhail taking his time. Nothing with him was rushed.
“Relax,” he instructed. “Keep your hands by your sides.”
The rush of electricity shifted and, in my mind, I knew he’d walked away. The slight rustling sound caught my attention and I turned my head toward it. Maybe it was true that when one sense was taken away, the others became more acute. I envisioned him removing his jacket, perhaps even removing his tie and rolling up his long white sleeves.
Mikhail had certainly been the most handsome man at the wedding and there’d been several who’d caught my eye. All powerful in their stance. Forever watching the procession as if worried there’d be an unwanted incident.
I’d conjured up several scenarios regarding the family, also fueled by the dark romance novels I’d consumed. Now I wished I’d grilled Lilia on her family. Especially after she’d asked me to be one of her bridesmaids.
Yet perhaps the mystery and darkness surrounding him added to the excitement.
I sensed his return seconds later and fisted my fingers. My mouth remained Sahara dry, every inch of skin prickling from dancing vibrations. My heart rate was high enough I was fearful I’d faint.
He placed his hands on my shoulders, his grip firm yet not painful. “Do you trust me?”
The question had no truthful answer, yet the words slipped from my mouth easily. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Very good.” He took his time tangling his fingers in my hair, running his fingers down the back of my neck. When I felt the slight tug of my zipper, I sucked in my breath audibly enough he stopped briefly.
Remaining silent, he continued pulling the zipper an inch at a time. I continued swaying as he eased the straps from my shoulders, following the trail of material as it softly fell to my hips. Now my naked breasts were exposed, the choice of gowns preventing me from wearing a bra.
The cool air hit my nipples and they were instantly taut, sensitive even to the hint of air conditioning. He took a deep breath while pushing the dress to the floor.
Without being asked, I stepped out of the garment. Now standing in only heels and my matching purple thong, the voice of doubt in my mind was running free.
Get out before it’s too late.
Don’t give into temptation. You’ll never be free of him.
This isn’t you.
I held my breath, the half dozen thoughts and emotions disturbing.
“You are very beautiful. So much so I can barely breathe. I’m a lucky man to be given such an incredible gift.”
And just like that, almost all my fears and reservations faded, replaced with almost desperate need.
He took his time, but I sensed his urgency increasing. He rolled the tip of a single finger down my spine, trailing the thin elastic of my thong settled against my hips. I was thankful I’d spent the extra cash on the sexy lace. The thought almost made me laugh. There’d be nothing worse than to be standing in girlie panties that I usually wore under my pajamas.
I even had a couple of pairs with the day of the week on them.
The silly thought allowed a sense of relaxation until he slipped his finger down the crack of my ass, pressing his huge hand between my legs.
“You’re very wet,” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“Mmm… I’ve wondered what you taste like.” He was impatient to find out, sliding his fingers into the material with enough force the sound of lace ripping caught my attention.
A subtle moan left my lips as a wash of heat flowed from my neck across my cheeks. How long had it been since a man had touched me intimately? So long I couldn’t remember.
My body swayed and I arched my back involuntarily the moment he swirled the tip of his finger around my clit. How could the tiny nub be so sensitive so quickly? He was so close that the rush of electricity was powerful enough to steal my breath.
