Page 84 of Dance with Me
She bit her lip and toyed with his shirt buttons. He waited, heart on the line, his mind running through all her possible responses.
Finally, she looked him square in the eye. Her eyebrows tilted like she was scared, but her voice was firm. “I want you, Dimitri. Always. It’s why I’ve always said yes.”
His chest swelled. Every time he’d reached out to her, it had been with his heart in his throat, wondering if she would come, worried she wouldn’t. Ever since that first time.
Come over tonight.
Yes.
And every time since, he’d been the one to initiate, putting the ball in her court. It was why he’d driven over when her apartment was falling apart. Not only had he been worried, because she sounded distressed, but she’d also never told him no. He’d gone there prepared to . . . not beg, but . . . well, maybe beg. To find out why, at least.
Her “no” had scared him. It meant he was going to have to say more, do more. Reveal more. And so far, he hadn’t been willing to do that, not until he was sure she was also emotionally invested. The only thing that had kept him going through this whole stupid no-strings arrangement was that when he needed her, when he couldn’t be without her for another second, she was there. It was the worst kind of security, but better than nothing.
Her reliable yeses kept them going in this pattern. She’d never given any indication she wanted or needed more. Maybe it was cowardly not to offer, but what if he offered and was refused? Sure, she’d moved in, but only out of desperation and a lack of other options. Not out of any obvious emotional investment. Even now, she admitted she wanted him, but he didn’t know why. And he needed to know why.
But not tonight. Tonight was about her, about showing her she deserved to be loved. She hadn’t rejected his declaration. She just didn’t believe him. That, he could fix. And she had initiated this. That counted for something.
He kissed her again. Deeper this time, but still slow. His hands roamed her body, sliding down her arms, up her legs, and finally thrusting into her hair. “What do you want, Tasha? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Get undressed.” Her hands made quick work of his buttons. “I want to touch you.”
“I can do that.” While he shucked off his pants and boxers, she shimmied out of her dress. Clad only in a lacy black-and-red bra and thong combo, she straddled his thighs, cool fingers roaming over his chest.
He leaned back on his hands, sucking in a breath as his cock rubbed against her leg. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Inmensamente.” She caressed his arms, and he flexed, just because he could.
“Can I touch you?” he asked.
“God, yes.”
He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and palming her butt. The skinny frill framing the globes of her ass teased his fingertips and drove him crazy. “You always wear the sexiest lingerie.” He breathed the words into her neck, his lips trailing along her collarbone and down, where he pressed a kiss into her cleavage. “Is it for me?”
“No.” When he lifted his head, she grinned and struck a pose, throwing her arms out and pushing her tits up. “It’s for me.”
He groaned and filled his hands with her breasts. “That’s even sexier.”
“Just wait until I take it off.” With a saucy wink, she settled back on his lap.
Eyes on his, she undulated her spine, rolling her shoulders and reaching up to slide one skinny bra strap down. When she pulled her arm free, she waved it seductively in the air before bringing it to her other shoulder. She pinched the other strap between thumb and index finger, and when he thought she’d pull it down, she instead leaned forward and shook her tits at him.
The surprise of it made him blink, but it was her sexy little smile that had his cock straining between them. Groaning, he dug his fingers into her hips. She had the tease part of striptease mastered. “You’re killing me,Kroshka.”
She didn’t answer. Arching her back, she writhed on his lap, trusting him to keep her anchored. Flipping her hair, she somehow got her other arm free. Now she cupped her breasts in her own hands, kneading them as she pursed her lips and blew him a kiss.
“Ah, fuck.” Wrapping one arm around her hips to keep her steady, he reached between them and took hold of his dick, giving it a few pumps of his hand before squeezing the base. “You’re so hot. So fucking hot.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” She rolled her hips, bringing her warm cleft closer to his cock. She’d always been playful in the bedroom, but now, he could see she’d still been reserved. This Natasha, who taunted and teased, flirted and played, was the real her. She wasn’t holding back anymore.
If he hadn’t already been in love with her, he would have fallen then and there.
When she held her bra with one hand and reached behind herself to unhook it with the other, he pulled the fabric of her panties aside, sliding his fingers through her folds.
She hissed on an intake of breath, even as she kept the striptease going, writhing sinuously on his lap. “Yes,Macho, yes.Touch me.”
“Anything you want.” Her beautiful face, transformed by passion, drew his attention even as her breasts were bared centimeter by centimeter. Then her fingers flexed, plumping her soft flesh, and his eyes were glued to her movements. Bit by bit, her bra shivered down, closer to revealing her nipples. He parted his lips, ready to swoop in and capture one, when she whipped off the bra and covered herself with her arm. He groaned in disappointment.
“You’re such a fucking tease.”
