CHAPTERSEVEN
ANASTASIA
Three days later,my schedule is finally free, which is great because it lands on a Sunday. No construction on Sundays, and though my kitchen is a mess, it’s not like Valen doesn’t know what he’s walking into. I put on my favorite yet still sexy cozy clothes—a cropped t-shirt and stretchy leggings, curl my hair and keep my makeup looking natural, which takes nearly a half-hour to complete.
It doesn’t really hit me until I’m popping popcorn and putting Peanut Butter M&Ms in a bowl that I’m the one who asked Valen out. It’s also not lost on me that he accepted, but that doesn’t calm my nerves. The doorbell rings, interrupting any waves of self-doubt creeping its way into my guts. I take a deep breath and open the front door.
Dear Lord, how does he make jeans and a t-shirt look so freaking sexy?
“Hey,” I say, making room for him to step inside.
“Hey, yourself.” He leans down and kisses me on the cheek, an unexpected but totally welcome gesture, and I breathe in his clean scent. “I thought wine went well with Star Wars.”
“Wine goes well with everything.” I take the bottle of white wine from him, praying he doesn’t notice my shaking hands. He settles on the sofa, and I bring in the snacks, the bottle of wine, and two glasses. I silently thank the universe that it’s a screw-off top because I have no idea where my wine key is. Valen cracks the bottle, pours us each a glass, and angles to face me, raising his glass.
“Thank you,” he says, gazing deep into my eyes.
“For what? I love this movie.” I tease, but he doesn’t let me get away with it.
“You’re so special, Anastasia, and if I’m being honest? I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day you did my tattoo.”
My heart stops in my chest. “Really?”
Valen nods, a serious expression on his face. “Really.”
Having my suspicions confirmed that maybe something has been brewing between us releases some sort of invisible barrier buried deep inside of me. If this is how he feels, and this is how I feel…oh, it’s on.
Valen takes the glass from my hand and sets it on the table. I inhale sharply as he cups my face in his hands. The second my eyes close, his lips come crashing down on mine, both strong and soft, just like I’ve imagined so many times. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you,” he says, lips brushing against mine when he speaks. “So many times.”
I’m dripping wet by the time his expert tongue parts my lips, and soon, our kisses grow more passionate. With one hand bracing my neck, he lowers me backward onto the sofa. His rough, well-worked hands slide their way up my shirt. I love the feeling of them over the soft flesh of my stomach. He palms my breast over my bra, kneading them in his strong hands. “I’ve been going crazy just thinking about what it would be like to touch you, Anastasia.”
His rock-hardness presses against me, proving his words are true. He raises my bra over my breasts and sucks one nipple into his hot and hungry mouth. My fingers fist the back of his hair as I gasp for breath. I wiggle out of my shirt, and Valen unhooks my bra before pulling his own t-shirt over his head. I can’t help myself from trailing my fingertips over his taut six-pack until I reach the top of his jeans.
He presses himself against me, dry humping me through our clothes like two horny teenagers while he continues nipping and sucking at my pink, swollen buds.His mouth is nothing less than pure heaven. I let out a long sigh as he plants a gentle trail of kisses in the valley between my breasts and down my stomach. I raise my hips so he can remove my pants, and he takes my panties with them.
Valen opens my legs. “I’ve been dying to taste you, Sweet Anastasia.” A long moan escapes my mouth as he parts my lips. “You’re soaking wet.” He kisses my dripping center, and I shiver under his touch. “So wet for me.” He plunges one finger deep inside of me.
“All for you,” I say as he runs his expert tongue along the length of my slit until he reaches my tight bundle of nerves. Valen’s a pro. No one’s ever pleasured me like he does, taking his time, telling me how good I taste. Looking down between my legs and seeing this beast of a man feasting on me sends my core into a frenzy as the familiar quaking begins trembling deep within me. Before I know it, I’m coming harder than I have in my entire life.
“Fuck,” I cry out, releasing all of my pent-up juices running down onto Valen’s face. I’m shivering by the time he kisses his way back up my stomach, taking time to nibble on my neck before pressing his hot lips against mine. I love the taste of myself on his tongue.
“Do you have anything?” I risk killing the mood, but I’m a smart girl. Valen pulls protection out of his pocket and stands. He pulls down his jeans and boxer briefs, causing his length to spring to life, the tip already glistening with pre-come. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He gives himself a long stroke, staring at me with hooded eyes. “Your body is absolutely perfect, baby. Everything about you is perfect.” Heat rises to my cheeks, but at this moment, I choose to believe him. If he sees me like this, there’s no reason for me not to see myself in the same light.
“Get your ass over here,” I say and help him put on the condom.
He’s on me in seconds. The full weight of his body is a shield of protection. The world can’t hurt me when Valen’s on top of me. I hope the feeling never ends.
I let out a sharp gasp as he parts my fold with his tip. The man’s gigantic, and it takes a little bit of coaxing for my body to adjust. Once it does, Valen presses deeper into me than anyone’s ever been. He’s so beautiful on top of me. I can’t resist running my hands up and down his strong, sinewy arms.
We take full advantage of the space, utilizing almost every room in my house. Finally, we end up in my bedroom. I throw my man on the bed and straddle him like he’s a wild, bucking bull. Valen licks his full lips as I position myself over his hardness, then lower myself, sitting on top of him until I’ve completely taken him all the way inside of me.
I ride him hard, grinding my bud into him until he utters, breathless, “I’m going to come, baby girl.”
I don’t have to tell him that I’m right there with him. My body jerks in tandem with his, and to my surprise, Valen and I come together. Exhausted and glistening with sweat, I collapse on top of him. He pulls me into a bear hug, kissing my forehead as I catch my breath.
I have never been fucked like that.
After a few moments, we reposition. Valen’s fingertips tickle my arm until I can’t help but let out a giggle. “You’re cute when you laugh,” he says.