“No, just fucking possessive and jealous,” I admit.
Aurora’s chuckle fills the air, but it sounds sad.
We both know we’re stealing time that doesn’t belong to us. At some point, I’ll have to return to the bratva, and she’ll return to her family.
But we have now.
Growing serious, I say, “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. I was trying to do what’s best for us.”
Not making it easy for me, she admits, “It hurt. A lot.”
“I know.” I felt every blow I dealt her.
My eyes drift over her face, and I memorize every inch of her beauty.
Jesus, she’s exquisite.
“You’re staring,” she whispers
“It’s been two years. Let me admire you.”
Her mouth curves into a gorgeous smile that lights up her eyes. “You’ve seen me the past month.”
“But I didn’t get toreallylook at you.”
Aurora's eyes stare deep into mine, and all the obstacles we’re faced with fall away until there’s only us. The attraction between us flares to life until it fills every molecule in the air.
She’s the only woman for me. Without her, my life will be empty.
I watch as the heartache drains from her face until only the overpowering emotions between us reflect in her emerald irises.
The anticipation builds, just like the night we met, and slowly I lower my head.
I take a deep breath of her scent, and when my mouth touches hers, my tongue flicks over the plump flesh. Her lips part, and I tilt my head as my teeth tug at her bottom lip.
The spark is so fucking intense, it feels like my stomach does a somersault while my heart bursts in my chest.
“Misha,” she whispers, so much affection in the word it sends a wave of trembles through my body.
My hands find the sides of her head, and keeping her in place, I give myself over to her as I kiss her fucking senseless.
We gasp, our tongues stroking, our teeth nipping.
We pour everything into the kiss that has the ability to transport us to a world where there’s no bratva. No family. No war.
It’s a world where intense greed fills my veins. I want every inch of Aurora D’Angelo, and nothing will stop me.
Breaking the kiss, I growl, “I want to taste you.”
She chuckles, the sound light and free. “You are.”
With a shake of my head, I undo the button of her cargo pants.
Aurora’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop me as I pull the zipper down. The sound is loud in the room, and I can see as nervousness washes over her beautiful features.
I push my hands over her hips and beneath the black fabric. “Have you been touched by a man?”
She shakes her head, her lips parting, but no words come out.