“Okay, that sounded way better in my head,” Gina says, taking another healthy drink.
I do the same, replaying her words in my head. There’s no denying I like the idea of getting under Nikolai’s skin. I want him to think about me and be as consumed by me as I am by him. I’m still thinking about what she’s said when both women look up and behind me. Their eyes light up and smiles spread across their faces, and I know they’re looking at their men.
I want to look around and see if Nikolai is there, but I’m too nervous. I sit in my chair, trying like hell to look normal when I hear a deep, familiar voice coming from right behind me.
“Nice to see you again, Moira.”
The sound of his voice sends a rush through me, making every nerve ending stand on edge and my heart speed up so fast I can hear it swooshing in my ears. All I can think about is that the last time I saw him I’d been naked and riding his thigh like a wild woman.
Chapter6
Nikolai
The sight of Moira has me immediately all hot and bothered again. The other night comes rushing back to me in vivid detail, and I swear I can still feel her riding my thigh and hear her soft whimpers. I’m pleased to see that she looks just as flustered as I feel. Her cheeks heat up in an adorable blush, and she quickly looks down at her drink, but not before I see the flash of heat in them. Good to know I’m not the only one feeling it.
“Who’s watching Seryozha” Gina asks, looking around at the three of us. She knows us well enough to know we wouldn’t just leave him alone, so she’s not freaking out, just making sure everything is okay.
Dima sits down next to her and then pulls her into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Anton is off bouncer duty, so he said he would be happy to sit up there and watch the game while Sergei sleeps.”
Before Gina can ask, Dima smiles and says, “Sergei is happy and sleeping. He had bottle and I changed diaper and TV is not too loud.”
Gina laughs and gives him a kiss. “You’re the best.”
Dima smiles and wraps his arms around her while Jamie leans in to Aleksei. Before I make a complete ass of myself by pulling Moira into my arms, which would probably just cause her to try and scratch my eyes out, I lean closer to her so my mouth is pressed to her ear. I ignore how damn good she smells and how soft her hair is.
“Come dance with me. We need to talk.”
I feel her hesitate, so I add, “You owe me, Moira, for leaving me like you did, and it’s just one fucking dance, so get your ass up and follow me.”
I can actually feel her bristle at my tone, which makes me smile, and when I stand and hold a hand out, I’m somewhat surprised when she takes it. I was fully prepared to pick her up and sling her over my shoulder if it came down to it, but this is much easier. I ignore the snickers coming from the table as Moira and I walk toward the crowded dance floor.
When we get out there, the music switches to a slow song, and I grab onto her hips and pull her against me, smiling when her lips part in a gasp.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” I say, leaning in closer. “We’ve done a lot more than just dance, Moira, or have you forgotten how you rode my leg and got yourself off before walking out and leaving me with the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life?”
She finally looks up at me and meets my eyes. I can see the fire in them when she spits out, “Oh yeah? I’m sure you had no problem finding some woman to help relieve you of that tension.”
“Was that what I was supposed to do?”
Truth is that hadn’t even occurred to me. I’d been so damn shocked and pissed by what she’d done, and then I’d sat there and laughed with my cock hard as fucking steel and more frustrated than I’ve ever been in my life. I haven’t stopped thinking about her, replaying that moment over and over in my head. Even now with her body pressed tightly against mine and our bodies slowly moving to the music, it’s all I can think about. I know exactly what she looks like under those clothes, and I’m desperate to see it all again, except this time I want to take my time with her and tease her until she feels a tiny bit of what I felt that night.
She finally gives a small shrug. “I thought maybe you’d just come over here and pick someone up.”
I lean closer so our lips are almost touching. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I hear the hitch in her breath, and I feel the way she’s softly shaking. I press her harder against me, letting her feel the hard length of me. When her eyes widen, I give her a smile that doesn’t meet my eyes.
“This is how I’ve been since you left me. Do you have any idea how fucking crazy you’re making me?”
She tries to hide her smile, but I see it, and it pisses me off. “Yeah, very fucking funny. I’m too old for games, Moira, and I don’t appreciate you toying with me.”
“I’m not!” She tries to pull away from me, but I grab onto her harder and keep her pressed against me. She may be strong, but I’m stronger, and she knows she’s not going anywhere until I choose to let her go.
“Okay, no games then,” I say, trying to calm her down. “Then what’s going on?”
When she doesn’t answer, I hook a finger under her chin and lift her face so I can see her better. Her green eyes really are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I have the sudden insane urge to kiss every one of her cute freckles.
Before I can embarrass myself with that display, I say, “Your eyes are exceptionally beautiful, Moira.”