Page 38 of Born into Blood

Her shocked whisper pulls another laugh from me, but it immediately turns into a groan when she tightens her hand around my dick, giving me a hesitant but firm squeeze.

“Jesus fuck,” I growl, cupping her face and pulling her mouth to mine, needing to taste her more than I need my next breath.

She whimpers and lets go of my dick when I slide one hand down to grip her thigh and scoot her further on top of me. The feel of her body pressed to mine is pure fucking heaven, and when I cup one round ass cheek and feel her start to slowly rock her hips, I know there’s no going back for me, because I’m never letting her go.

Lara Swan is mine.

She can try and fight this all she wants, but it’s a done deal as far as I’m concerned. She’s the only woman I’ll ever want, and the only one I’ll ever have.

Parting her lips with my tongue, I cup her face with one hand and her ass with the other, pulling her tighter against me while she whimpers and opens for me like I want. I can’t get deep enough. My tongue dances with hers, and all I can think about is how badly I want more, how badly I need more.

Her curves mold to every inch of my body, so fucking soft and feminine, and when I slide my hand up the round curve of her ass to drag my fingers under her shirt, desperate to feel her soft skin beneath my fingers, she freezes and pulls back with a gasp.

“Luka, I can’t.” Her words are breathy and fast and laced with panic.

“Easy, kisa.” I still my fingers on her back, letting her know I’m not going to take this any further than she wants to go.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“Look at me,” I tell her, waiting until her eyes meet mine. “Don’t ever apologize for not being ready for something. I’m not some stupid fucker who can’t be patient, Lara.” Running my thumb over her cheek, I smile when she closes her eyes and leans into my touch.

“I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Keeping her eyes closed, she whispers, “I’m just not ready to take my top off.”

“Then it stays on.”

Ducking her head even lower, she grips my shoulder and like she’s whispering something she’s ashamed of, she says, “I’ve never done anything like this before.” She lets out a harsh laugh. “I’ve never done anything. I’ve spent my whole life pushing people away because of my mom and the secrets I’ve had to keep.”

“Me too,” I say, smiling when she jerks her head up in surprise.

“That’s impossible.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re you, because you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous, and I’ve seen the way women stare at you.”

“Well, you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous, and I’ve seen the way men stare at you, but it doesn’t make what you said any less true.”

She softly shakes her head at what I’ve said as if she doesn’t believe and can’t understand it, choosing to focus on what else I’ve said instead. “You’re a virgin? But why?”

“I guess for the same reason that you’ll never find me sitting around in a strip club or picking up some random woman. It’s not what turns me on.”

I sigh, trying to think of a way to explain it so it makes sense.

“Intimacy turns me on, sharing something with someone that no one else will ever get to experience turns me on. That’s what I like. The idea of fucking some girl that I don’t know or care about doesn’t do shit for me.”

I drag my thumb along her plump lip. “You’re not the only one who’s pushed people away. For as long as I can remember, I’ve put my family first. My dad and uncles worked hard to get us where we’re at, and I’m not going to be the one to tear it all down. The Bratva has been my one and only focus. I didn’t have any plans for that to change, but then some jackass bumped into the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and knocked her on her mouthwatering ass right in front of me, and the sight of her changed my world.”

She lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to think about your life and my life and all the reasons that this can only end in disaster. I just want you to kiss me again.”

“I can do that.” I smile up at her, wanting to take away all her worries, but words are just words. I’d rather show her instead.

Before I can pull her closer, she lifts up and pulls on the top button of her shirt, popping it open as my breath catches in my throat. Tugging harder, three more buttons unsnap, giving me a seductive glimpse of cleavage.

“I’m just not ready to take it all the way off,” she whispers.

I reach up and trail my fingers along her cheek. “Promise me you’ll stop me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

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