Page 60 of Play Your Part

My eyes dipped to his lips as he took one last step forward, putting himself squarely in front of me, close enough to touch. Close enough to kiss.

This was madness. The idea hadn’t been there until he moved toward me. I should have escaped before my mind fell further under his influence.

“You’re curious.”

I couldn’t speak, not with Alexei this close. But he didn’t need me to tell him what he already knew. It was as if he could read every thought plainly on my face. One of his hands brushed my jaw.

“About me. About what it would feel like if I leaned forward…”

“Have you thought about this?” I licked my lips, feeling like I might combust if he didn’t kiss me.

“These days, it’s pretty much all I think about,” he said, his lips brushing lightly against mine as he formed the words. “When I’m with you, when I’m without you…”

My next words sounded breathless. “You’ve already kissed me once.” Once was all we agreed to.

“Are you saying no?” he asked.

I shook my head slowly.

“Then I don’t care,” he replied roughly before capturing my lips with his.

I needed no time to react, to match his movements. We went from tentatively feeling out each other’s emotions, dancing around what we both wanted, to the most intense kiss of my entire life.

Alexei pinned me against the side of the hot tub, my legs coming up to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His hands settled on my hips, making those fantasies of mine a reality that far eclipsed my imagination. When his tongue worked its way into my mouth, teasing mine, a rush of desire flooded my entire body.

My hands clutched his back, kneading into the muscles behind his shoulders. My hips bucked toward him, searching for friction to relieve the near painful need growing inside me. Squirming for alternative positioning finally got me what I needed, Alexei’s erection between my legs. But my body was more out of control, more desperate for him. Especially after he let out the sexiest groan. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep going like this. I moaned loudly, grinding myself against him.

“Alexei, I…” My voice sounded desperate, a whimpered plea.

One of his hands traced an invisible line on my thigh back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, never going higher, not going where I needed him. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his dark irises wide as saucers, and I gave him an encouraging nod.

That permission was all he needed to move his hand over my bathing suit bottom, once, twice, before moving the material aside and slipping two fingers inside of me. I gasped, throwing my head back against the side of the hot tub, letting him take over.

Alexei kissed up my throat, slowly, reverently, until he reached my ear. “What do you need?” he whispered, rough against my skin.

“Don’t stop,ple—”

With the increased pressure from his fingers, I could no longer speak.

His question alone almost did it for me. But what I needed wasn’t his words. More than anything, I needed to be closer to the man who had asked me what might have been the hottest question I’d ever heard.

I leaned forward until my lips met his, moving as urgently and out of control as I felt. The tension kept building, building, building, one spark away from coming apart.

When he raked his teeth against my bottom lip, the dam broke, forcing out a cry as warmth spread through my limbs.

My grip on his back fell slack, but Alexei’s body molded me to the hot tub. His forehead rested against mine. I marveled at how natural it was to have him close to me. I sucked down oxygen, keeping my eyes closed, not wanting to deal with the very real consequences of what I’d let happen.

Too soon, Alexei pulled back, forcing us back to reality, a reality in which our relationship was for show.

So then, what the hell was this?

Alexei didn’t seem keen to wait around to sort that out. He swam away from me, then propped one foot on the ladder to lift himself out of the hot tub, a movement that allowed me to see what I’d felt hard against me in the water.

“Wait,” I called as he landed on the deck, not looking the least bit self-conscious. Not that he needed to.Dear Lord.“Where are you going?”

“To shower,” he said, then he looked pointedly down at his crotch.

Oh.

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