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He leans in, his mouth a breath from mine, the heat of him curling around me like a blanket I don’t want to crawl out of.
His grip on my hips tightens just slightly, pulling me closer. “How about a last hurrah in your apartment?”
I bite my lip to hide the wicked grin trying to form. “I thought you’d never ask.”
CHAPTER 20
ANATOLY
Ikick Taylor’s apartment door closed behind us.
Her lips are slightly parted, eyes dark and full of invitation.
“A last hurrah?” she teases softly, her smile half playful, half sultry.
“Yeah. Leave the place with one last happy memory.”
My voice is low, deep with desire. I take a step toward her, closing the distance until our bodies are firmly pressed together.
Her breathing dissolves into a quiet gasp as I lower my mouth to hers, tasting her slowly. Her hands find my chest, sliding up beneath my tee and pulling it up over my head. It lands on the worn hardwood with a soft thud.
“You taste even better here,” I say against her lips. “Do the familiar surroundings bring out your hidden talents?”
She smirks, pressing closer. “I guess you’ll just have to find out.”
My hands trail down her spine, feeling her curves beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She arches into me, warmth radiatingfrom every touch. Her hips press tightly against mine, making my pulse surge.
“Bedroom,” I command, breaking our kiss just enough to speak.
She grabs my hand, pulling me eagerly down the short hall to her bedroom. The small room is barely big enough to fit the double bed and dresser, but it’s cozy. The bed is neatly made, waiting for us. She grins at me over her shoulder.
I spin her in my arms, capturing her mouth again, more possessive and passionate this time. I guide her back to the mattress. She sinks onto the edge of the bed, eyes locked with mine as I slowly take off my jeans. Her gaze traces each revealed inch, licking her lips.
“Like what you see?” I ask.
She nods slowly. “Always.”
I kneel in front of her and slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up inch by inch until it bunches around her waist. She leans back on her elbows, watching me intently.
I slip her panties down her legs, tossing them behind me. Leaning in, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, reveling the slight tremble beneath my lips.
“Anatoly…”
I smile, slow and wicked, dragging my hands down the soft curve of her thighs as I settle between them. Her breath hitches, chest rising, pupils blown wide with anticipation. I kiss the inside of her knee first—just a whisper of contact—then trail upward, teeth grazing as I go along.
She squirms, restless. “Anatoly…”
“I’m right here,” I murmur, nipping the tender skin near her hip. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
My mouth lowers, tongue flicking over her heat—light, teasing, just enough to make her gasp and lift off the bed. She tastes like candy, sweet and naughty. The sounds she makes—something between a whimper and a curse—go straight to my cock.
“God,” she pants. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t plan to,” I say against her. “You want to come for me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, please.”
I wrap my arms tighter around her thighs, anchoring her down as I dive in. No more teasing. I work her with long, slow strokes, circling, then flicking, then suckling her clit until she’s writhing on the bed, fists clenched in the sheets. Her legs tremble against my shoulders, thighs tensing.
