Page 53 of Slightly Married
“Yes, you do.” His answering smile reached his eyes, crinkling the corners in a way that made my heart skip. “And somehow I can’t imagine my life without that disruption anymore.”
His honesty disarmed me. My hand moved of its own accord to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw.
“I’m still mad at you,” I whispered, but there was no heat behind the words.
“I know.” He turned his head to kiss my palm. “Let me make it up to you.”
Before I could formulate a response, his fingers slipped down my hips and found their target, stroking me rapidly to life. The sudden shift from emotional confrontation to physical intimacy left my body and mind at war.
I’d always been slow to arousal, needing patience and skill from the men I’d bedded, but Konstantin had somehow mapped every sensitive spot on my body like he’d been given exclusive coordinates. With a flick of the wrist, a careful circular motion of his fingers while his thumb applied just the right pressure, and I was soaking wet.
The sunlight caught the gold of my wedding ring as my fingers clutched at the sheets, a glinting reminder of the complicated arrangement that had somehow evolved into something neither of us had anticipated.
“I promise you,” he murmured, as he nudged my knees apart with his own, positioning himself at my core. “I’ve wanted you since you stormed into your father’s office.” His thickness pressed against me, making my breath catch. “I’ve never felt like this for another woman.”
His words triggered memories of another time, another man.“You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met,”Josh had whispered against my neck the night he convinced me to leave Japan.“The connection we have is special.”
I’d believed him then, had packed up my life and followed him back to New York, only to discover after a year of marriage I was just the wealthiest in a long line of women he’d charmed with the same lines.
Konstantin’s intense gaze held none of Josh’s devious charm, but how could I be sure? Men were experts at making women feel special until they weren’t anymore.
When he finally entered me, my doubts receded into the background and my entire body welcomed him with a sigh. The golden Corfu sunset bathed his features in amber light and shadow.
As Konstantin began to move inside me with those purposeful strokes, my mind surrendered to sensation. All I could feel was him, hard and deep, his hands grasping my ass with unquestioned possessiveness. The air cooled the perspiration forming on our skin, creating a delicious contrast to the heat building between us.
“Damn you, K,” I gasped, my voice rising and falling with each thrust. “Why do you always—God, right there—why do you always have to feel so good?” The confession of pleasure mixed with accusation as my body betrayed every attempt at maintaining distance. “You can’t just—oh my God—you can’t just give me orgasms whenever you want.”
His hand slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation sent me spiraling as the first waves of orgasm hit.
“Konstantin!” His name tore from my lips, a cry of pleasure and surrender.
He captured my mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing my cries as his body shuddered against mine, his groan of release vibrating through me. His sperm flooded me as he rode out his climax.
“I meant what I said, Kayla,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”
His choice to end things with Stella meant a lot. Part of me still held back, a small, scarred piece that remembered the devastation of believing Josh’s promises.
Konstantin’s arm tightened around me, and I found myself willing to step cautiously toward trust, one day at a time. Not rushing, not diving headfirst, but not running away either.
18
Ifollowed Kayla across the Belgium racetrack grounds, watching as her sundress caught the breeze, billowing around her legs in a riot of color. She’d been vibrating with excitement since we’d confirmed our attendance at Santo’s race.
When my brothers and Tia came into view, Kayla increased her pace, nearly breaking into a run.
“Kayla!” Tia’s excited squeal carried over the ambient noise of the track.
The two women collided in an enthusiastic embrace, rocking back and forth with unrestrained joy.
“Look at you!” Kayla exclaimed, stepping back to examine her friend. “I’m glad you found someone to finish what I started!”
“Me too,” Tia laughed.
I recalled carrying Kayla away while she was midway through braiding Tia’s hair. Seeing the two friends reunite now, I couldn’t help but smile at how that spontaneous decision had marked a turning point in our relationship.
Tia had every right to be annoyed with me for interrupting her hairstyling session, yet here she was, greeting us warmly.
I stepped forward, giving Tia a slight bow. “Ms. Massey, a pleasure to see you again.”
