Page 41 of The Russian Pakhan's Forced Bride
His touch catches me off guard, and it does nothing to quell the warmth coursing through me. I try to hold back, to not let those urges get ahold of me.
“Can you blame me?”
Roman seems to briefly consider his words, then murmurs, “No…not entirely. But I wish you’d make this easier for both of us.”
Feeling somewhat pinned in place by the way his eyes rove over me, I swallow hard. “And how do you expect me to do that?”
“Trust me. Don’t argue with me just for the sake of it. Try to see things from my perspective.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
His voice sounds almost smoother than usual, with a hint of strain behind it. “It can be easy…as long as you let it.”
“And that’s what you want me to do? You want me to make this easy?”
“Yes,” Roman almost sighs, as if it’s the one thing that might make his life simpler. “I do...and I have the feeling you want it to.”
Holding his gaze, I find myself struggling with a fraying resolve, and I’m suddenly very aware of how close he is…how tantalizingly near his mouth is to mine.
Feeling the heat coming off him and knowing how badly he wants me to just work with him pushes me closer to that line, and I can’t help myself.
Despite being the one restrained, I surge forward and capture his lips.
He freezes, as if not expecting that from me, but with immediate acceptance, Roman hums and uses an arm to pin me against his body.
Almost like returning to something familiar, our lips meld, sparking an onslaught of sensations that made me shiver and crave even more, almost like I’ll never get enough.
That heat pulses through me, and at once, it’s like we’re in the backseat of the SUV all over again…back to getting lost in the scorching attraction we can’t fully escape.
“Please, get these off,” I murmur breathlessly against his lips, wanting nothing more than to be able to feel him.
Finally, with a low sound in the back of his throat, Roman reaches for the restraints and half fumbles with them, blindly loosening the tension while kissing me deeply. There’s a frantic nature to his ministrations, as if he can’t stand the wait.
“Please be good,” he says against my lips, finally getting the rope undone before letting it slide off me to hit the floor in a heap. He rubs his thumbs along my wrists before sliding his hands up my arms. “God…just behave for me…”
Something about those words makes me shiver, and I reach for him unrestrained, slipping my fingers up the nape of his neck while I deepen the kiss.
Excitement sparks deep within me, and I can’t resist the craving for more.
Roman groans into the kiss as I press against him, and he immediately wraps his arms around me before guiding me over to the bed.
My breath catches as he drops me onto the mattress and quickly follows, caging me against it with his solid frame. With my heart racing in anticipation, I trail my hands along his chest before I can’t wait any longer, and I start undoing the buttons on his shirt.
Like the gesture has shifted him into the next gear, Roman hums while he kisses along my jaw and down my neck, letting his deft hands push my top up before grazing his palms along my exposed skin.
Shivering, I feel as the heat grows even hotter, and I know there’s no turning back. No stopping.
“You have no idea…” he murmurs while pushing my long sleeve off and tossing it aside before letting his gaze rake over the lacy bralette covering me. Then he moves back in, leaving open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. “…just how badly I’ve needed this.”
I squirm beneath his touch, feeling almost dizzy, while he kisses down the valley of my chest and cups my breasts. A soft moan escapes me, to which he groans against my skin.
Once I manage to get the last button undone, he pushes the fabric away from his body, then focuses completely on me.
“You could’ve had this already,” I murmur, nearly losing my mind while he kisses down the front of me, letting his hands follow. When he reaches my navel, I reach for his head and run my fingers through his hair.
A rough, almost animalistic sound escapes him while he trails his tongue down further and further until he stops to nip at my hip. “I know…but the timing wasn’t right.”
Struggling to form words, it takes my head an extra moment to catch up as I’m far too distracted by his lips on me. “Now it is?”
