His breath heated my skin as his lips captured mine. My body responded immediately, pressing into his arms as he bore me back against the counter. Desire, white-hot and urgent, leaped inside me. I couldn’t get close enough. I wanted to tell Kirill everything that had lived in my heart since our last night together, but I would show him instead. I would show him with my body. I loved him then as I loved him now, and suddenly, the future seemed brighter than it had in seven years.
He picked me up, hefting my weight effortlessly and placing me on the counter. Pressing my knees apart with insistent palms, he stepped inside. His mouth moved over mine, demanding, taking, making me shake.Thiswas kissing. Every other time I’d tried to date and get past first base with someone other than Kirill, I’d failed miserably. There was no substitute for being touched by this man.
His tongue slid along mine as his hands rose to my chest. I was braless beneath my dress—I had little to support these days. I gasped as Kirill’s hands closed over my breasts and tugged at my nipples. His mouth moved down my neck, licking and biting, nearly to the point of pain. I cried out when his teeth closed over my earlobe, sucking it hard, and the warm, sharp sensation sent sparks across my skin. His hand tugged up my dress, and I moaned, not wanting to lose his lips. There was a ripping sound, and it fell away. Holy shit, he’d ripped my dress right off with his bare hands. He had always been strong, but damn, he’d grown into a fine specimen of male beauty.
“Christ, you’re still so perfect,” he growled as he lowered his mouth to my sternum and leaned back to look at my breasts.
I should have felt shy that they were barely a handful—bee stings with large, rosy nipples. But I didn’t. His eyes were too full of want for me to feel shame. I was beautiful in his eyes, and it was all I’d ever wanted.
His mouth closed around one nipple, and he pulled it ruthlessly into his mouth, lathing the sensitive point with his tongue and making me gasp. I arched my back, pressing my chest closer. I wanted nothing between us, no distance, not even an inch from this man who’d lived in my dreams for years.
He moved to the other nipple as his hand delved under my panties, finding me wet and slick with want. I was embarrassingly needy for him, and my panties were soaked. His fingers moved through my slippery folds, sliding inside and over my clit. He wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t want his gentleness in the face of my need. I wanted him raw and uncontrolled.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I panted in his ear.
He pulled me to my feet and ruthlessly stripped my panties down my legs. He tossed them aside before his hands went to work on his belt. His suit pants fell to his knees, and he turned me to face the counter. I braced my arms against the cold marble, his body heat burning me like a furnace until I thought I would combust.
He pulled me back against him, and his cock brushed my ass.Now would probably be a good time to tell him I hadn’t done this before, right?
I should, but the words wouldn’t seem to come. How do you tell someone you’re still a virgin at twenty-five?
I’ve never done this because the touch of others made me want to cry.
Yep, that was a real turn-on.
He rubbed his smooth, rounded head along my slit, pumping his fingers into me from behind as he stretched me.
“I-I haven’t done this since . . . you,” I confessed.
Kirill’s hands froze on my hips. “We’ve never had sex.”
“I know.” I let him connect the dots.
He was silent for a long moment, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me that I was still a virgin. Great. That was a real mood killer.
“I want to, though. I’ll die if you stop,” I said, turning to look at him over my shoulder.
“I won’t stop, Mallory. Just taking stock,” he said quietly.
“Of what?” I asked as I bumped my ass against his rigid hard-on angled up his abdomen. It was longer and thicker than I’d imagined.
“As fate would have it, despite everything, I’ll still be the only one,” he said roughly.
He directed his dick toward my entrance and nudged inside. His hands moved to my ass, and he spread my cheeks wide, making me feel filthy and hot all at once.
“First and last,” he said solemnly.
The words sounded like a dark promise as he pressed inside. He was big—very big. Despite my wetness, I felt every inch sliding into me, parting unused muscles without mercy. I cried out but braced myself and breathed in and out, trying to calm the instinct to close my legs and force him out. Sex hurt the first time. Wasn’t this to be expected? Although it was more of a burn than a pain, and seconds later, I was adjusting.
Kirill paused when his hips were flush against my ass. He was deep inside me. His thighs pressed mine against the cold marble, and his hands held me open so he could watch the place where we were connected.
We hadn’t talked about protection, I realized.“It’s okay. I have the implant,” I reassured him.
“Relax, Molly.”
It sounded more like a command than a request, but I was happy to comply. I tried to relax my legs and lost my breath with surprise as Kirill lifted my entire lower body, bending my legs around his waist behind me and wrapping a hand around my hip to circle my clit.
“Let me in,” he demanded.