Page 34 of Night So Silent
Another wave of goosebumps cascade down my arms and I wince as they turn my nipples to hard beads. He’s standing so close, and he feels so good…and smells so good.
“Do you want me to leave?” I tease. “Are you kicking me out?”
“No,” he clips in no uncertain terms. Then his eyes flick to mine. “I’ve been dying to touch every inch of you since the moment I heard your voice.”
And, this time, when he leans in, I don’t dodge his advances. Instead, I grip his broad shoulders and pull him close. The sweet taste of his lips laced with his coarse facial hair scratches an itchI didn’t know I had. Every movement of his mouth and hands, even the way he shifts on his feet, feels deliberate and precise.
There’s something about devouring—and being devoured by—a man as stoic and intimidating as Sergei Mikhailov. The razor-sharp armor comes down enough to sneak inside and suddenly you feel like you’re in a secret place where no one else is ever allowed. Granted, I’m not delusional enough to believe that no woman’s ever been in this exact position before. But right now, that’s hardly any concern of mine.
Holding me firm with one arm, he hooks his other fingers in the waist of my pants and slides them down over the curve of my ass. The stone countertop is like ice against my skin, but I barely feel it through the rush tearing through me like a riptide. Completely naked and exposed on his kitchen counter, he kisses me again, running his hands over every inch he can find while my heart threatens to pound a hole through my chest and straight into his.
And then, all of a sudden, he stops. He dips down and, before I realize what’s happening, he lifts me off the counter and over his shoulder. He clamps his arms over the backs of my knees, throwing my ass in the air as I dangle over his back.
“Come on,Printsessa.”
Sergei turns abruptly, making my hair swing across my face as the floor starts to move beneath me.
“I made you a promise.”
CHAPTER NINE
Three Days Until Christmas
Sergei
I doubt many people can see through Barrett Halsey’s eyes. They’re so thick with conviction that they might as well be lined with steel. But even she can’t keep them shut forever. Like in the dark, when she thinks no one is looking. And she’s just aching to let me in. So much so that I feel every muscle between her thighs clench as soon as I lift her off the counter. Her naked body clinging to mine feels like second nature, like she was always meant to end up here. And, in some ways, that’s true.
Barrett doesn’t protest when I sling her over my shoulder and start for the bedroom, her fingertips kneading my back through my shirt as I carry her into the darkness. I punch the switch on the wall, showering the room in a warm glow, and set her feet down on the end of my bed. Even then, she’s not much taller than me. The size difference is…dramatic. Then again, when is therenota size difference with me? She can’t be more than 5’4”, but right now, standing on my bed, she’s the perfect height.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, I pull her close and cup her breast with the other, guiding it to my mouth. She lets out the smallest of gasps followed by an excited whimper as I run circles around the rosy bead, flicking it with my tongue. Her tits are absolutely flawless; full, round, and with more than enough weight to feel them when they inevitably end up against my face. They’re one of her best features, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to sink my teeth into each one and leave them battered and bruised.
“Kneel,” I command, taking a step back and nodding to the edge of the bed.
Holding my eyes, Barrett sinks to the mattress and grabs the waist of my shirt, tugging it loose from my pants. I pull it over my head while she makes quick work of unbuckling my belt while her hungry gaze scans my chest and abs. No words, just impatient shuffling followed by the jingle of the buckle as it hits my thigh.
“Are you going to ask me to make you come now?” She flashes a coy smile. “Teach me a lesson since I was sorudelast night?”
She’s cute.
“Who needs words when my arm is at your disposal?”
Based on her eyes narrowing and the purse of her supple lips, my jab has its desired effect. One thing is for certain; I’m not going to lie motionless like a corpse and witness her convulsing with pleasure again just so she doesn’t get spooked. It was sheer luck that my other hand was already on my stomach so I could hold my throbbing cock at bay.
Barrett maintains her tough exterior, but still reaches for my waist and pops open the button and tugs the zipper down. Slowly, she runs one hand up my thigh and over the front of my pants.
“Sergei.” Her eyes dart up salaciously when she feels the firm ridge. “How many more secrets do you have?”
“Enough.” It’s all I say before she pulls the flap of my pants open and my breath catches with the sensation of her hand around my cock.
Moments later, she frees it, her face awash with a chaotic mixture of fear and awe.
“Shit,” she mutters under her breath. “You could kill me with this.”
I glance to the side with a smile, taking pleasure in her inability to maintain her cursing rule. But it’s nothing I haven’t heard before. Like I said, the size difference…
“That wouldn’t be very wise of me, would it?” I reply, gently brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
“No, really,” she says with an accusatory tone. “I could be seriously injured.”
