her.
“Fine. She’s worried about me.”
“Did you tell her you’re in very capable hands?”
She shivered at the raw seduction in his voice. Every synapse in her body reacted to the silvery tone. Licking her lips, she held his arresting dark gaze. “I think she got the idea.”
He straddled the bench and lowered his body beside her, maintaining the eye contact they shared. One hand reached out to stroke her arm. “Do you trust me?”
Did she? Oddly, she did. “Yes.”
The hand he’d had on her arm moved up to cup the side of her face. She quivered as his thumb made small passes across her lips. His brown eyes bore into hers and saw deep into her soul. Not a word passed between them as he diminished the distance from his mouth to hers.
Cleo nearly stopped breathing as the museum shrank to the rugged face of Nikolas Andreyevich. There was nothing else in her world at that moment. Only his tanned face covered by a day’s worth of growth, dark chocolate eyes, and firm kissable lips, all of it combined with the crisp scent that always flowed from him to her. Her insides were a jumbled mess.
She felt like a young girl waiting to experience her first kiss. Uncertainty about where to put her hands swamped her. A need to squeeze her eyes closed raced over her, but she fought that. The desire to stare into his swirling depths as they shared a kiss was stronger. She longed to shift against the smooth stone bench as heat unfurled in her belly and began to spread throughout her.
His lips touched hers tenderly. Back and forth, they moved across hers, as if he were learning their feel and texture. It was a good thing she was seated, for her legs wouldn’t have been able to hold her. Tightening her fist, she shivered as his tongue slipped along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. With a moan, Cleo opened for him.
He didn’t invade her mouth. Instead, he explored it. His other hand settled against the nape of her neck, holding her closer. Her belly clenched as he teased the sensitive skin in time with his seductive sweeps within her mouth. He tasted as good as he smelled. Better, even. Her eyes drifted closed as he continued to delve into each inch of her mouth.
Her pussy throbbed when his tongue began stroking along hers. With a mind of their own, her hands rested against the hard planes of his chest. The heat from his body singeing her palms. A deep purr rumbled up through his torso and escaped his throat, telling her he was pleased with her decision. He drew her tongue out to play and pulled it deep into his mouth. She whimpered, her hands tightening on his shirt.
She melted when he lowered his hands and lifted her off the bench without breaking the kiss, settling her across his lap. He’d done so as if she didn’t weigh anything. Cleo mewled in the back of her throat as their pelvises met. She sank her hands in his hair, groaning in pleasure as the silken strands flowed over her skin. She began to rock her hips against his waist, bringing her sensitive clit as close as possible to the rigid erection in his cargo pants.
Cleo whimpered as his hands moved down her sides and back up under her sweater. His calluses sent shockwaves through her body as he caressed her bare skin. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to drive her to distraction. The thrust of his tongue against hers matched the rocking of her hips against his hard body. She could feel her orgasm rushing down upon her, and her hands tightened in his hair as the kiss became even more primal, hungrier.
Everything within her called out for this man to lower her to the floor and finish what he’d started. When one hand left her side and reached up to tangle in her hair, she shuddered with longing. She growled when he drew away from her mouth. Watching him, Cleo was lost in his fathomless eyes; there was so much passion and desire in them it humbled her. Blatant yearning and want for her blazed in the chocolate depths.
“Cleo,” he rumbled in a
“Fine. She’s worried about me.”
“Did you tell her you’re in very capable hands?”
She shivered at the raw seduction in his voice. Every synapse in her body reacted to the silvery tone. Licking her lips, she held his arresting dark gaze. “I think she got the idea.”
He straddled the bench and lowered his body beside her, maintaining the eye contact they shared. One hand reached out to stroke her arm. “Do you trust me?”
Did she? Oddly, she did. “Yes.”
The hand he’d had on her arm moved up to cup the side of her face. She quivered as his thumb made small passes across her lips. His brown eyes bore into hers and saw deep into her soul. Not a word passed between them as he diminished the distance from his mouth to hers.
Cleo nearly stopped breathing as the museum shrank to the rugged face of Nikolas Andreyevich. There was nothing else in her world at that moment. Only his tanned face covered by a day’s worth of growth, dark chocolate eyes, and firm kissable lips, all of it combined with the crisp scent that always flowed from him to her. Her insides were a jumbled mess.
She felt like a young girl waiting to experience her first kiss. Uncertainty about where to put her hands swamped her. A need to squeeze her eyes closed raced over her, but she fought that. The desire to stare into his swirling depths as they shared a kiss was stronger. She longed to shift against the smooth stone bench as heat unfurled in her belly and began to spread throughout her.
His lips touched hers tenderly. Back and forth, they moved across hers, as if he were learning their feel and texture. It was a good thing she was seated, for her legs wouldn’t have been able to hold her. Tightening her fist, she shivered as his tongue slipped along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. With a moan, Cleo opened for him.
He didn’t invade her mouth. Instead, he explored it. His other hand settled against the nape of her neck, holding her closer. Her belly clenched as he teased the sensitive skin in time with his seductive sweeps within her mouth. He tasted as good as he smelled. Better, even. Her eyes drifted closed as he continued to delve into each inch of her mouth.
Her pussy throbbed when his tongue began stroking along hers. With a mind of their own, her hands rested against the hard planes of his chest. The heat from his body singeing her palms. A deep purr rumbled up through his torso and escaped his throat, telling her he was pleased with her decision. He drew her tongue out to play and pulled it deep into his mouth. She whimpered, her hands tightening on his shirt.
She melted when he lowered his hands and lifted her off the bench without breaking the kiss, settling her across his lap. He’d done so as if she didn’t weigh anything. Cleo mewled in the back of her throat as their pelvises met. She sank her hands in his hair, groaning in pleasure as the silken strands flowed over her skin. She began to rock her hips against his waist, bringing her sensitive clit as close as possible to the rigid erection in his cargo pants.
Cleo whimpered as his hands moved down her sides and back up under her sweater. His calluses sent shockwaves through her body as he caressed her bare skin. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to drive her to distraction. The thrust of his tongue against hers matched the rocking of her hips against his hard body. She could feel her orgasm rushing down upon her, and her hands tightened in his hair as the kiss became even more primal, hungrier.
Everything within her called out for this man to lower her to the floor and finish what he’d started. When one hand left her side and reached up to tangle in her hair, she shuddered with longing. She growled when he drew away from her mouth. Watching him, Cleo was lost in his fathomless eyes; there was so much passion and desire in them it humbled her. Blatant yearning and want for her blazed in the chocolate depths.
“Cleo,” he rumbled in a
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