She blinked and tried to pull herself back together. Her hands shot out and latched onto my belt, and I stood there like an idiot, stunned. My cock was thrilled, but the rest of me was pissed. I was the one in control, not her. This was going to happen on my terms.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, forcing her to arch her breasts into me. The heat of them soaked through the cotton of my shirt as she pressed against my chest, and her chin tipped up. I stared down into her startled eyes. I wasn’t the kind of guy to pay attention to eye color. I focused on the parts that interested me, the tits and ass. Yet I looked at every variation of blue in her irises.
“You’re beautiful.”
I froze. What the fuck, mouth? I tightened my grip on her wrists, wrenching her hands further behind her back, like I was punishing her for causing my stupid comment. The muscle along her jaw tightened, announcing she was clenching her teeth tightly.
She was naked in my arms, and our faces were only a breath away. Every second of silence that ticked by was heavier than the last. Her lush lips were right there if I wanted to take them. She didn’t squirm in my hold or ask me to stop touching her. She just stood there, peering up at me. Waiting for me to do something.
So, fuck it.
I dipped my head down and pressed my mouth to hers.
5
Oksana inhaled sharply through her nose when the kiss started. Her lips were soft and warm. I shifted the angle, finding a position that was more comfortable, since she hadn’t moved. She didn’t break the kiss, but she didn’t put forth any effort, either.
Why should she? This was the dumbest fucking idea ever. What the hell was I thinking, kissing her? How virginal was the virgin?
Shit. What if this was her first kiss? It was awkward enough to be one. I felt like I was back in high school, fumbling around with a girl, not knowing what my next move should be. I hated the feeling almost as much as I hated how I couldn’t peel my lips away from this epic fail of a kiss.
Her lips parted, probably to say something, but I didn’t allow it. Instead, I shoved my way inside her mouth and felt the jolt go through her. The slide of my tongue over hers was a fucking activation switch, because she softened. Her tongue hesitantly sought mine. Her lips opened more and finally answered me back, making her a willing participant in the kiss.
My heart beat faster, and without thinking, my hands coursed up her arms, over her shoulders, and into her hair. I tugged her head back and forced my tongue deeper in her mouth. I took. I claimed. I owned her with my kiss, which was growing more intense every second. It was wild and verged on out of control.
Her hands tugged again at my belt, and I let her jerk the end of it free and undo my buckle. I was too focused on the way her lips moved against mine to stop her. She tore at the snap with shaky hands and dropped my zipper, brushing over my hard-on. I groaned against her mouth, but shoved her back, breaking the connection.
Her eyes were full of chaos and confusion.
My undone jeans were caught on my hips, and my erection strained against the cotton of my boxer briefs, reaching for her through the undone sides of my zipper. Lust throbbed through my entire body. I felt it in every goddamn inch, and cursed in my head. Her lips were swollen from my kiss, and she panted like I’d been chasing her for hours.
Wasn’t the weed supposed to make me mellow? All I felt was pulsing need and aggression.
I came back to her, fisting my hand on the knot of hair, and jerked her head back so hard, she let out a whimper. I crushed my palm to her breast, lifting and squeezing while my teeth scraped over the side of her neck. She smelled like my soap. I sucked on the spot where her pulse throbbed.
A trembling moan came from Oksana. It could have been panic, or surprise, or pleasure. I didn’t know her noises, and fuck me, I wanted to learn them all. I pinched and twisted her nipple, going until she gave me another noise. It was a sharp hiss.
That was pain.
I let go and slid my hand straight down the slope of her body so I could press my fingers in the warm crevice between her legs. She gasped and tried to pull away.
That was shock.
My hold on her hair made it so she couldn’t run from me, and as she bucked, I released my grip so I could band my arm behind her back and hold her tighter. Would I be able to find the sound she made for pleasure? My fingers searched over her damp skin.