Page 53 of The Healing Touch

“No…”

He put a finger to her lips. “Sweetheart. We have a lot to talk about, including something you don’t know about me.”

She let out a shuddering breath when his finger trailed along her jawline, down her neck to the top of the towel she was desperately clutching. He hooked his index finger in the fabric and pulled, until the cloth fell into her lap. He licked his lips, enthralled with her breasts.

Becca tried to pull the towel back up, but he shook his head. “Don’t.”

“Dimitri…please…I…”

“Hush,Krasivaya. I already told you I wasn’t going to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to look at you.”

Dimitri savored the little whimper that escaped her lips when he traced the outline of her nipple with his finger. She wanted him. As badly as he did her, but he needed her to admit it. He wanted her, all of her, and he wanted to give himself to her, his true self, the man who loved control.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to touch you.” He pinched her nipple, and she gasped, the blush blooming. The color spread between her breasts and raced up her skin, bursting to a halt on her cheeks.

He smiled and leaned forward, kissing her lightly, pinching her poor nipple harder.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to taste you.”

He released her nipple, her sharp cry egging him on. He pulled the tortured bud into his mouth, sucking ever so gently, his tongue teasing it. Her fingers twisted in his hair, and he stopped, pulling her hands free. He placed them on the counter, his expression harder than he’d ever used on any woman. If she touched him, he might fuck her. He wanted her to trust him, and that meant she needed to keep her hands the hell off him.

“Don’t move.” She started to argue, but he kissed her. Hard. “Don’t fucking move an inch. Keep those hands where they are.”

“Dimitri…”

“No.” The word was harsh, his breathing getting a little ragged. “Do as you’re told, Rebecca. Don’t fucking move.”

The little nod was all he needed. He kissed her again, softly this time.

“Good girl.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, his thumbs rubbing the pebbled nipples. “Lean back for me, sweetheart.”

Becca’s hormones had thrown her good sense out the window. She leaned backward, using her hands to support her. This was a side of Dimitri she’d only glimpsed earlier, but it was one that spoke to her on a subconscious level. It was something she didn’t even know she liked, not until he’d gone all alpha on her. Sure, she read books, but still. It was one thing to read about and another to experience.

When his mouth replaced his thumb, her entire body hummed. She gripped the edge of the counter to keep from pulling him closer. What the hell was he doing to her? Playful, teasing Dimitri she could resist all day, but not the alpha male basically telling her to shut the fuck up and enjoy it. It hit a button that had never been pushed before, and her body responded like a good little girl.

He bit her nipple the same moment he twisted the other one, and she cried out, the sharp stab of pain giving way to a burning pleasure that traveled down to her clit, and she shifted, trying to relieve the ache. Dimitri chuckled and pressed closer, forcing her legs to spread wider.

Becca’s head fell back as the sensations assaulted her. She ground herself against the damn counter, trying to get some relief. He let her tortured nipple escape his lips, keeping the other hostage.

“Was I right, Becca?” His blue eyes danced with a wicked light. “Were you playing with yourself yesterday morning? Using your fingers to circle your clit, trying to ease the ache that no mechanical toy can ever fully satisfy?”

He was right, but she refused to admit it. He pinched her nipple harder, and it sent a spasm of pleasure through her so intense her walls convulsed and she felt the moisture dripping.

“Tell me.”

The bite of command in his voice snapped her head up. There was no give in his eyes. He wanted an answer, and he was prepared to do what it took to get said answer.

“Yes.”

The towel was pulled away and tossed to the side. She was completely naked, her legs spread wide, breasts thrust upward due to the position he’d put her in. She blushed hard, a little embarrassed. No one had ever really seen her naked before, not even Rob Jamison, the boy who’d taken her virginity.

“So pretty.” He leaned in and licked her bottom lip. “Do you know how beautiful you are, sweetheart?”

He squatted in between her legs, and she let go of the counter, pulling at him, realizing what he was going to do. No one had ever touched her there except herself. It was too intimate. He couldn’t…

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”

His words were ice cold, and she shivered, pulling her hands back instinctively.

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