Page 85 of Dance with Me
She laughed out loud and dropped her arm, baring herself to him. “That’s the point.”
“Speaking of points.” He closed his lips around one of her dark nipples, rolling it with his tongue, and rubbed his thumb over her clit.
She clung to his shoulders, sighing. He tumbled them both onto the bed, worshipping her body with his hands and mouth. She tried to rush, pulling at him and whimpering, but he resisted.
“Shh.Ne speshi,Tasha. Slow down.” Tonight, he would take his time, and by the end of it, she would know how special she was.
She whimpered and pulled at her shoulders. “Dimitri . . .” Her voice held a note of pleading.
“Tell me what you want.”
She panted and twisted her hands in the bedsheets. “Why do you keep asking me?”
“Because this is all for you.” He kissed a line up the inside of her leg, adoring the strength of her in the tension of her skin. “You’re a goddess. You deserve to be cherished, and given all you desire.”
She pressed a hand to her cheek and looked away. Amazing that sweet words embarrassed her more than anything else they did together in this bed.
“I’m just a regular woman, Dimitri. Not a goddess.”
“To me, you are. It’s about time I started treating you how you deserve.”
“Don’t be too good to me, or I’ll get used to it.” Her voice was soft, and shy. Wistful.
“I want you to get used to it. Now, tell me what you want.”
She swallowed, and it took her a few moments to speak. “Hold me close.”
“I can do that.” Crawling up over her body, he settled next to her and wrapped her in his arms. “Like this?”
“Sí.”She snuggled against him, tucking her head under his chin. “Today was kind of an emotional roller coaster.”
He nodded, rubbing his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of figs. For him, too.
She raised her chin toward him. “Kiss me?”
“Of course.” He pressed his lips to hers, sweeping her tongue into a dance. Slow, slow, quick-quick, slow. His cock pulsed against her firm belly, but the sweetness of her mouth and the little noises she made as she squirmed against him were all he needed.
He broke the kiss to whisper against her lips, “What do you want, Tasha?”
In answer, she took his hand and brought it between her legs. He stroked her in a slow, steady rhythm until she was gasping and quivering with need.
Again, he asked, “What do you want?”
And when she answered, “Your mouth,” he shifted down and tongued her clit until she was sobbing.
When he asked her again, she surprised him.
“Be with me.”
It was all he wanted, too. Heart aching, he slipped on one of the condoms he kept in the nightstand, and covered her with his body. Now, more than ever, he wanted to tell her he loved her. He wanted to say it again and hear her response, begging her to accept him and love him back.
But tonight was about her. He knew he loved her. She didn’t. So, he had to show her.
Pushing between her thighs, he pressed against her entrance. She was open so, so soft.
“What do you want?” This was the last time he’d ask.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she met his gaze. “You.”
