“You have no idea,” I say, giving her a wink.
Cupping my face, she looks at me, and all trace of teasing is gone. Her grey eyes search mine, and she looks so worried I can barely stand to see it.
“What is wrong?”
When she answers me, her voice is softer, more hesitant than usual, and I can hear the worry in it. “If I leave now, I’m afraid you’ll never let me see you again.”
I grab onto one of her hands, kissing her palm before reaching up to trace a line down her cheek. “I will not do that,” I tell her. “I am not going to lie to you. I tried to push you away. I still do not think it is such great idea.”
When she opens her mouth to protest, I put my finger over her lips to quiet her and then laugh at the angry expression she gives me.
“I do like your defiance, Belova.”
Her eyes soften at my words, and I can’t help but think about what a wild woman she’s going to be in bed. Forcing my thoughts back to the present, I say, “I can’t push you away anymore, but is hard for me to let anyone in.” I give her a smile and run my finger over her bottom lip. “Be patient with me.”
She grins, gives my finger a quick kiss, and says, “Deal. I mean, you’re going to have to be patient with me, too.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Because you are so bossy?”
She laughs and leans closer. “No, because I’ve never done anything. I’ve never had sex, given a blowjob, given a handjob, hell, there’s all kinds of things I’ve never done. You’re going to have to teach me all kinds of stuff.”
The mischievous glint is back in her eyes, and with a groan, I stand up and gently set her down. “You need to get dressed. I refuse to take your virginity with a quick fuck before you go home, but I am only human, and you are making it very difficult.”
She gives me a smile, but, thankfully, starts picking up her discarded clothes. I watch her as she dresses, biting back a groan when she bends over to put her panties on. She looks over her shoulder and gives me a wink that nearly has me busting a damn nut.
“If there were time, I would spank you again for this,” I tell her, knowing one day very soon I’m going to tease the living fuck out of her in payback.
“Too bad there’s not enough time then,” she says with a sweet smile.
“Tonight,” I say. I tap the side of my head. “I have very good memory. I will not forget how you tease me, wicked girl.”
My words give her pause, and I know she’s remembering the sting I gave her ass earlier. She thinks about it while she puts her bra back on and I very carefully shove my cock back in my pants.
Taking pity on my miserable condition, she says, “I guess I can behave myself a little while longer.”
“Thank you,” I say. “It is just cruel at this point.”
She pulls her dress back on and steps closer to me. Standing on tiptoe, she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck. I can’t help but immediately pick her up. She laughs and wraps her legs around me.
Her ass feels like it was made for my hands, and I wonder why in the hell I’m choosing to put myself in such misery. I can’t seem to help it, though. I want her close to me, and for the first time in my life, I’ve lost my will to fight. She’s beaten me, and there’s no going back.
When she presses her mouth to mine, I slide one hand up to cup the back of her head, sliding my tongue along hers as she opens her mouth wider for me. She always gives herself fully to me, and I wonder if I’ll ever get used to it. Her hands rest on my face, holding me close while she runs her tongue along the roof of my mouth.
I pull away while I still have the willpower to do so. Her grey eyes are glazed with lust, and the beautiful flush to her skin is hypnotizing.
She rests her forehead against mine and asks, “Do you remember the first time you saw me, when you were about to fight the Irish guy?”
“Yes,” I say, remembering the moment vividly.
“What were you thinking?”
“I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and it is the first time in my life where I had to fight to keep my mind in the ring.”
“Really?” There’s a smile playing on her lips when she says, “Wow, you hid that well. I thought for sure that you hated me.”
I give a small shrug. “I do not often show my emotions.”
“I probably hid how I was feeling pretty well, too.”