Page 29 of Dimitri
"I knew you would try and stay away to upset me."
"You broke into my house." His arrogance defied description.
"If you would just hear me out."
"You know how to break into buildings."
"Yes. I'm Russian." He said mildly as if that explained it. "We're all spies."
"Oh, now I'm reassured. I won't have to call the cops. Let me go."
"You're mad and I understand."
"You understand."
He was losing control. She was pressed up against him and her tight compact body was doing things to him that he had never experienced before. He acknowledged silently that he was under her spell. Her scent was intoxicating, filling his nostrils and assailing his senses. He was so aroused, he could barely stand it. And he knew the exact moment when she realized it. She went perfectly still, her spine going rigid.
One hand drifted upwards to cup her breast and he felt the frantic beating of her heart.
He murmured something in Russian, the words sliding along her cheek as he bent his head to whisper in her ear.
"I need you." His voice was thick with desire. It occurred to him that he had never said that to anyone before. "Let me haveyou." He felt when her resistance faded and took advantage of it. Turning her to face him, he brought one hand up to cup her cheek, eyes darkened with passion.
"I never greeted you properly."
It was like she was being hypnotized. Sensations raced throughout her body with the speed of lightning and had her leaning against him weakly. Her heart was pounding, knees so weak, she wondered if she was going to disgrace herself by falling at his feet. To anchor herself, she gripped his sweater, fingers finding purchase on his chest. And her head drifted upwards in anticipation.
He did not make her wait long. His head swooped down as he lifted her up to his level. She expected ravishing but was surprised when he simply brushed his lips against hers. Back and forth, until she was dizzy and wanting more. A moan escaped her parted lips as her body quickened. She wanted hard and fast, but he was almost painstakingly slow.
His hand went to cup the back of her neck, dislodging the pins she had stuck in to keep the hair out of her face. His body was primed and ready for her, but he wanted to linger. Her mouth was a puzzle that needed to be solved. Her taste was addictive, tempting beyond measure. Her breath fanned his, mingled until he thought he would simply go mad. His tongue plunged, capturing her fevered cries. The kiss took on a madness that wasswiftly spiraling out of control. His fingers dug into the small of her back as he hauled her even closer.
But he wanted more. This was not enough. He wanted her skin against his.
Swooping her into his arms, he dragged his mouth from hers long enough to search for her bedroom.
Without a word, she pointed to a solid mahogany door to the left.
There were no protests from her; logical reasoning had taken a back seat. What was happening inside her was too much to contain.
He got the impression of acute femininity as he stepped into the large and elegantly furnished bedroom. Pale colors, champagne, and lilac décor. The bed was a heavy fourposter draped in lilac comforter. Throw rugs were strewn over the hardwood floors and a closet door was hanging open.
Carrying her to the bed, he put her down so he could hunker at her feet.
"What?"
"Nothing." Lifting her left foot, he slid his hand upwards, liking the feel of the nylon against his skin.
"What are you doing?"
"Seducing you." Slowing things down, he thought. Trying to find a balance. He was off-center and edgy and if he didn't pause for a moment, he was going to explode with the enormous need for her. No woman had ever made him feel so bloody needy before and it bothered him. His heart was racing, and he wanted to punish her for making him want her so much. The intensity was like a sharp sword piercing his soul.
"There's no need."
"There's every need." His voice was harsh, his face hard with passion. She watched as he went on his knees before her and reached for the waistband of her dress pants.
His eyes never left her face as he slid the zipper down, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.
Her hands fisted in the thick comforter, her breath escaping in pants. He lifted her hips so he could remove the pants. Next came the jacket and sweater. It was only then that his gaze drifted from her face. A groan, one he had been trying tosuppress, escaped him as he stared at the swell of flesh over the flimsy black lace.
