Page 50 of Born into Chaos

Her hand slams against my chest before she fists my shirt again.

“You’ve been going out and getting laid while I’ve been left to think about you and to want what I can’t have.That’swhat’s fucking unfair.”

“You think I’ve been fucking other women?” I ask her.

She’s so surprised by the question that she loosens her grip on my shirt. Her brown eyes search mine, and I can see the confusion in them. It never once occurred to her that I wasn’t sleeping around this whole time.

“Haven’t you?” she whispers.

I cup her face and kiss her forehead. “I haven’t touched another woman since I saw you.”

“You haven’t?”

“No,pcholka, I haven’t.”

“Why are you calling me little bee?”

I smile and kiss the tip of her nose. “Because you can be annoying as hell, and your sting hurts like a bitch.” I run my thumb along the seam of her lips. “And because I knew you’d taste like honey, so fucking sweet.”

She parts her lips, and I know the raw hunger in her eyes is mirrored in mine. “I once told you to never look at me like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re imagining what it would feel like to have me inside you.”

Her breath hitches as my thumb parts her lips even more and I slide into the wet heat of her mouth. She runs her tongue over me and then latches on with a good, hard suck that I feel radiate through every part of my body. When I feel her teeth graze my skin, because my little bee can’t help but threaten to sting, I let out a deep groan and bring my mouth to hers.

She opens for me, kissing me around my thumb and tasting syrupy sweet. Threading my other hand in her hair, I hold her still while she runs her tongue over mine. I explore her mouth with my thumb and tongue, wanting every single part of this woman, and when I pull back, it’s not so I can stop the kiss. It’s so I can pick her up and carry her into the living room. I want to bury my face between Sveta’s legs, and there’s no way in hell I’m doing that in front of a baby, even if she is asleep.

“You better not be about to drop me and walk off.”

Her out-of-breath, rushed words hit me full force, and I know I need to fix the distance I’ve put between us. The wall needs to come down, because I can’t have her doubting how I feel about her.

“Look at me, Sveta.”

I wait until she calms down enough to meet my eyes. I’m still carrying her, and her legs are wrapped around my waist while I brace an arm under her ass. Using my free hand, I give her hair a soft tug, smiling at the frown she gives me.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” I admit.

“I picked up on that,” she mutters.

“Put your stinger away, sweetheart, I’m trying to tell you something nice.”

She looks like she wants to give another smart-ass comment, but she wisely bites her tongue.

“I may not know what I’m doing, but I’m done fighting how I feel for you. Your dad might very well kill me, but you’re worth it. I already feel like I’m on borrowed time. I should’ve died the night you found me.”

“Don’t say that.” The sad urgency in her voice reminds me of that night, of how determined she’d been to save me.

“I never thanked you for saving me.”

She cups my face and kisses me gently. “No, you haven’t.”

I smile and lay her down on the plush rug, still not uttering the words she’s been trying to get me to say for two years.

“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, running my eyes over her face and body. She lets out a soft sigh when I slide my fingers under her sweater and trail them over the soft skin of her stomach. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about touching you.”

“Probably about as many times as I’ve thought about touching you,” she whispers.

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