Page 21 of Brooklyn Bratva

“You like eggs?”

Fertilized by you, my one track mind supplied and I closed my eyes, trying to shake that off. I wasn’t mentally prepared for him to be standing in the kitchen in charge of a frying pan, making omelets.

“Yeah. That’d be great.”

“Good.

“Where’s Mrs. K?” My voice came out like a pathetic squeak, desperately hopeful that she’d gone out early and left the pair of us alone.

“Still in bed. She’s having a bad morning.”

Immediately I felt guilt over wishing she wasn’t here. “Oh no. Is there anything I can do?”

He stepped back, and my eyes lingered on his chest again, honing in on the perfect spray of hair that dusted over his pecs and trailed down through his belly button, across his flat stomach leading a tempting trail towards the bulge at his crotch. It was all I could do not to lick my lips.

He might have been in his late thirties, but he hadn’t let his body soften. He was better built than most of the men my age. In comparison, they were only boys. I could see the outline of every muscle on him, and his rippling abs were making me salivate. I wanted to run my hands all over him and press my body up against his.

Ivan shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it.”

The pause he left dragged, but his eyes didn’t leave my body, and I was acutely aware of just how sweaty I was with him standing there staring

“You went out wearing that?”

Bewildered, I glanced down at myself, taking in the spandex leggings and my tight tank top. I looked like most of the other joggers out there. “Yes?”

Ivan growled, his annoyance rumbling in his throat.

“What else was I supposed to wear?”

“Do you know how tight those leggings are?”

“They’re leggings. They’re meant to be this tight.”

“What’s wrong with jogging pants?”

I let out an exasperated sigh, but some part of me was amused. “Absolutely nothing, except they’re bulky and hot, and the closest thing I have to jogging pants are yoga pants and if I went running in them I’d trip on the legs and probably break all my teeth.You realize you sound exactly like my dad?”

Ivan growled again, stepping into the kitchen and viciously scraped at the omelet in the pan with his spatula, thwacking it over and the other side started sizzling as soon as it hit the metal.

“Maybe because both of us know what men are like..”

“Seriously?” I jutted my hip, leaning against the counter top watching him stomp about like a kid who hadn’t gotten his own way. Despite myself I was flattered that he seemed to care so much about who was looking at me. “Everyone dresses like this. Most people don’t even bother with a top over their sports bra.”

Ivan’s eyes darkened. “Who do you want looking at you?”

I blinked at him, totally stunned by the power of his annoyance. “What? No one.” I bit my lip. That wasn’t strictly true, but I didn’t have the guts to tell him the truth. No one apart from you.

Ivan scowled.

“Go shower and get dressed properly.”

I folded my arms across my chest, feeling my irritation rise at him ordering me about. “What, in case the sight of my cute little ass in these skin tight pants makes you lose all control and you try to fuck me in the middle of the breakfast table?”

His eyes flashed to mine, and I felt a wave of searing heat burn right through me.

“Yes.”

I gasped in a breath, shocked at the intensity of his stare and the solid purpose in his tone, and I took a physical step back. He wanted to do things to me that I couldn’t even imagine, and for the first time I didn’t know whether I could handle it. The way he was looking at me terrified and thrilled me in equal measure and my clit tingled fiercely, flooded with arousal.

“Oh.”

I swallowed hard, totally unsure of what to do. I felt like I’d just come face to face with a tiger, and as much as I liked cats, it wasn’t the domestic kind I was used to and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do to stop it from eating me.

“Go. Now,” he repeated, and I nodded shortly, nearly tripping over my own feet as I headed back into the corridor.

There was no doubt now that he wanted me. And I wanted him, but the ferocity and physicality of his lust wasn’t anything I had any experience with. This wasn’t just a daydream any longer, and the prospect of losing my virginity to him felt terrifyingly close and real.

For all I’d told myself he’d be the perfect lover – considerate and gentle with me – this animal side made me second guess that. I didn’t know whether I was ready to handle the full brute force of his passion.

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