Page 33 of Dance with Me
But not tonight. Tonight, he had her right where he wanted her, and he’d already pushed enough.
He slid his hands up her torso and caressed her breasts, teasing the nipples with his thumbs, savoring her sigh of pleasure. He dropped one hand to where their bodies joined and repeated the motion on her clit.
“Yes,” she said on a gasp. “Yes, touch me, god,so close. . .”
When her pussy squeezed him, when her body shuddered, when her cries rang through the room, he let go of his control.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he came, but she was with him. Blanketing his body with hers, clutching his shoulders in her strong hands, lips teasing his earlobe as she whispered his name.
“Macho . . .”
He wrapped his arms around her. It was the perfect moment. If he had the guts, he’d ask her to stay, to live with him.
Silence settled around them.
He sighed, limbs leaden with exhaustion, alcohol, and disappointment. He didn’t have the strength to ask her. When he’d asked Juliette the same thing, she’d laughed. Her words still haunted him.
You didn’t think any of this was real, did you?
He’d vowed that night never to let himself get blindsided like that again. As much as he wanted Natasha, as much as his feelings for her were the real deal, her own were less clear. And until he was sure about her, he couldn’t put himself out there like that again.
Couldn’t put his heart out there like that again.
She stirred. “We should clean up.”
“Sure.”
He opened his arms and let her go.
15
In the grand scheme of things, waking up hungover in Dimitri’s bed wasn’t the biggest tragedy. After all, she’d done it plenty of times before.
Despite the pressure in her temples and general queasiness, Natasha couldn’t bring herself to regret the sex. Sex with Dimitri was always amazing. His rough and demanding demeanor masked attentiveness and a single-minded devotion to her pleasure. He always made sure she came first, usually multiple times. So, no, she never regretted having sex with him.
Still, they probably shouldn’t have done it a second time. But she’d gotten cold in the middle of the night and snuggled closer to him. And then he’d rolled over to pull her close, which was nice. She was all set to go back to sleep, warm and cozy, when his lips found her nipple. And then somehow her pussy found his dick, and they were at it again.
When her alarm went off in the kitchen, she leaped from the bed and muttered a prayer of thanks that the phone’s volume had been turned on. Dimitri murmured and tried to pull her back into bed, but she found the strength to evade him.
That was about as far as her good sense went, because she was halfway through her shower before she realized she was in Dimitri’s bathroom instead of her own down the hall, using Dimitri’s shampoo instead of her own.
Fucking great. She was going to smell like him all day. She might as well dig out one of his many half-full bottles of the no-longer-manufacturedArchangel by Rogeliocologne and roll around in it. But then he’d spend the rest of the day obsessively searching for more online, and she didn’t want to do that to him.
It was a nice smell, though, she had to admit. Both on his skin and when it rubbed off on hers.
When she dashed through his bedroom in a towel, he rolled over in the bed. “Where are you going?” he mumbled sleepily.
“Work.” The hangover made it impossible to keep the bite out of her tone. She clutched the towel to her breasts in a tight grip. “I havework,Dimitri. Every day.”
He blinked at her from the bed, his expression soft and sleepy. “I don’t understand why you work so hard. Just come back to bed.”
Her body went numb, stunned by his carelessness. It took a few tries to get the words out. “Are you serious?”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “You’ve got a good gig on the show—”
“Dimitri, you of all people should understand. Our lives and careers didn’t start off that differently. Or did you forget what it was like in the beginning?”
He sat up and opened his mouth, but she held up a hand. “Forget it. I’m running late. See you later.”
