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aware.
“She's fine, Miss Sophie. She plied the boys
with coffee and muffins half the night, but it took her grandson and I a bit to convince her to get some sleep. I promised her
you'd call towards the weekend if you hadn't come by to see her.”
Sophie bobbed her head obediently. Mrs.
Bruno would be worried otherwise.
“All right, I'll be here the rest of the
week. The missus is off shopping with the girls at the Mall of the Americas.”
Frank's face wrinkled at the words. “So I'll be making a nuisance of myself and
Bryant's got my number, he'll keep me in the loop.”
“Thank you, Frank.” Sophie gave him a quick
buss on the cheek and stepped into the building, Pietr hot on her heels.
As they crested the third floor landing,
Sophie put a finger to her lips. If Frank was right (and he usually was), then
Mrs. Bruno had been up far too late. But the older woman had a sixth sense
about visitors in the building. Pietr raised an eyebrow, but walked so softly
she wouldn't have known he followed if she didn't feel his hand on the small of
her back as she walked ahead of him.
At the fifth floor, Pietr chuckled.
“What?” Sophie asked.
“Your building really needed an elevator,
but the comfort of an elevator would really not match the view.”
Sophie hesitated at the landing between the
fifth and sixth floors to look back at Pietr. His gaze lingered on her rear,
sliding slowly up the length of her to her eyes as she paused.
Heat flooded her cheeks at the naked want
reflected in his gaze. “Um,” she swallowed. “Thank you?”
“No,” Pietr's grin grew. “Thank you .”
Her heart tripped at the husky words, her
breaths becoming shallower. Pietr climbed the steps until he stood just one
below her, his head nearly even with hers. His gaze traced over her face,
stopping at her lips before lifting to meet her eyes again, the question within
them searing her.
“Yes,” she whispered, passionate curiosity
jerking free of the reins of embarrassment. He came towards her slow, filling
her vision. His gaze arrested hers, boring into her as though he could see deep
into her soul.
The first touch of his lips was the barest
brush of a kiss, a nuzzle of breath against the corner
of her mouth. Sophie's hands came up to his shoulders, as his hand closed over
her hip. Fire licked up the sliver of space between their bodies. His nuzzling
mouth traveled over her lower lip, teeth grazing ever so lightly.
Her muscles went liquid and soft, her belly
rippled with a quiet need that echoed through the groan vibrating in her
throat. Pietr's teasing kiss traveled to the opposite corner of her mouth, his
tongue lapped gently. Her mouth opened, desperate to draw more than just the
small sample of him.
His fingers dug into her hip. Sophie leaned
up onto her toes, as his mouth fused with hers, tongue plundering past her
teeth to tangle with her own. Need exploded inside of her. Shivers
of pleasure wrestling with pure want.
She forgot the stairwell. She forgot the
apartment. She forgot the night before. She drank from Pietr's kiss, her hands
leaving his shoulders to wrap around him, closing the empty space until she
flattened against the long, hard length of him.
Pietr's arm was a steel band around her
back, his hand cupping her bottom. She gasped, startled at the contact, but met
his tongue thrust for thrust. Her nipples tightened beneath the silk bra and
moisture flooded the juncture between her thighs.
She wanted him.
A kittenish mewling filled her ears. Oh God. The raw wanton sound came from
her. The muscles in Pietr's arms and chest flexed, her
heart ricchocheted as he slowly pulled his mouth away, kissing along her jaw to
her ear. She struggled against him, turning her head to recapture his mouth,
but he evaded her with a
“She's fine, Miss Sophie. She plied the boys
with coffee and muffins half the night, but it took her grandson and I a bit to convince her to get some sleep. I promised her
you'd call towards the weekend if you hadn't come by to see her.”
Sophie bobbed her head obediently. Mrs.
Bruno would be worried otherwise.
“All right, I'll be here the rest of the
week. The missus is off shopping with the girls at the Mall of the Americas.”
Frank's face wrinkled at the words. “So I'll be making a nuisance of myself and
Bryant's got my number, he'll keep me in the loop.”
“Thank you, Frank.” Sophie gave him a quick
buss on the cheek and stepped into the building, Pietr hot on her heels.
As they crested the third floor landing,
Sophie put a finger to her lips. If Frank was right (and he usually was), then
Mrs. Bruno had been up far too late. But the older woman had a sixth sense
about visitors in the building. Pietr raised an eyebrow, but walked so softly
she wouldn't have known he followed if she didn't feel his hand on the small of
her back as she walked ahead of him.
At the fifth floor, Pietr chuckled.
“What?” Sophie asked.
“Your building really needed an elevator,
but the comfort of an elevator would really not match the view.”
Sophie hesitated at the landing between the
fifth and sixth floors to look back at Pietr. His gaze lingered on her rear,
sliding slowly up the length of her to her eyes as she paused.
Heat flooded her cheeks at the naked want
reflected in his gaze. “Um,” she swallowed. “Thank you?”
“No,” Pietr's grin grew. “Thank you .”
Her heart tripped at the husky words, her
breaths becoming shallower. Pietr climbed the steps until he stood just one
below her, his head nearly even with hers. His gaze traced over her face,
stopping at her lips before lifting to meet her eyes again, the question within
them searing her.
“Yes,” she whispered, passionate curiosity
jerking free of the reins of embarrassment. He came towards her slow, filling
her vision. His gaze arrested hers, boring into her as though he could see deep
into her soul.
The first touch of his lips was the barest
brush of a kiss, a nuzzle of breath against the corner
of her mouth. Sophie's hands came up to his shoulders, as his hand closed over
her hip. Fire licked up the sliver of space between their bodies. His nuzzling
mouth traveled over her lower lip, teeth grazing ever so lightly.
Her muscles went liquid and soft, her belly
rippled with a quiet need that echoed through the groan vibrating in her
throat. Pietr's teasing kiss traveled to the opposite corner of her mouth, his
tongue lapped gently. Her mouth opened, desperate to draw more than just the
small sample of him.
His fingers dug into her hip. Sophie leaned
up onto her toes, as his mouth fused with hers, tongue plundering past her
teeth to tangle with her own. Need exploded inside of her. Shivers
of pleasure wrestling with pure want.
She forgot the stairwell. She forgot the
apartment. She forgot the night before. She drank from Pietr's kiss, her hands
leaving his shoulders to wrap around him, closing the empty space until she
flattened against the long, hard length of him.
Pietr's arm was a steel band around her
back, his hand cupping her bottom. She gasped, startled at the contact, but met
his tongue thrust for thrust. Her nipples tightened beneath the silk bra and
moisture flooded the juncture between her thighs.
She wanted him.
A kittenish mewling filled her ears. Oh God. The raw wanton sound came from
her. The muscles in Pietr's arms and chest flexed, her
heart ricchocheted as he slowly pulled his mouth away, kissing along her jaw to
her ear. She struggled against him, turning her head to recapture his mouth,
but he evaded her with a
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