Page 88 of Sinful Promise

A shiver runs down my spine as his finger grazes my cheek.

“Fear of rejection.”

My chin hits the floor. “You thought I would reject you? You have looked in a mirror, right?”

The corner of Danil’s mouth quirks upward as he looks at me. Suddenly, as I look into his eyes, all my anger toward this situation between us dissipates.

“I also didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” His voice is hoarse, and I watch his throat bob as he looks down at my lips again.

My throat dries out. “Don’t worry, I think I already did that.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to be friends with you, anyway.”

His lips crash against mine.

It takes my brain a moment to catch up on to the fact that Danil is kissing me. I’m too stunned to do much more than stand there.

But then his tongue licks along my lower lip, and a rush of warmth spreads throughout my entire body.

My arms are around his neck in an instant and the next thing I know, my feet are off the ground, and Danil has me pressed up against the elevator doors.

“Emily,” he practically growls against my lips as he grinds into me.

My brain short-circuits as his hardness presses against me.

I squeeze my thighs around his waist and try to hold on to the small ounce of control I have left over my body as Danil sinks his fingers into my ass to hold me in place.

“I need you,” I gasp against his lips. “Now.”

I expect him to tear my panties off there and then, but instead, he pulls away, and I swallow a whimper of frustration.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are heavy with lust, but I know if I asked him to stop there and then, he would.

He’s nothing but a gentleman.

I stare at his beautiful face. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

He adjusts his hold on me so that he can reach underneath my dress. He dips his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and my breath catches as they graze against my bare skin.

The sound of tearing material makes me jump, and Danil chuckles as he tosses the scraps of lace on the floor.

I squeal as I cling to his shoulders. “Danil! Was that really necessary?”

Danil grins at me as he returns his hand to my hip.

“I’m very glad you chose to wear a dress today.” He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

I’m all too aware of the fact that I’m not completely bare from the waist down. My dress still leaves me mostly covered, but Danil’s fingers are lingering painfully close to where I want him the most.

“If I was more of a gentleman, I would carry you upstairs to bed.”

His fingers stroke my inner thigh. His breath tickles my skin, and I arch into his touch until my breasts graze his chest.

I moan as he grinds against my bare pussy. I can’t be without him for another second. “I can’t wait that long. Please, Danil.”

There’s no going back from this, but I don’t feel as nervous as I thought I would be. Maybe because being with Danil has always felt so right, and he makes me feel so comfortable and at ease.

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