Today he wore a pair of khakis and a neat button-down shirt. It still looked more expensive than anything she owned, but it was an improvement. And damn if he didn’t look great in it.
“I don’t creep. As I said before, I can’t help it if you can’t hear me.” She glared at him. “Now’s not the time to piss me off, Dmetri.” Genuine surprise flitted over his features. “I wasn’t trying to piss you off. I just wanted to see you.”
“Oh,” she said softly. How did he do that? With a simple word he sent butterflies scurrying in her belly and her heart racing like a bunch of galloping horses.
He reached towards her and she froze, breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t seen him in nearly a week and now being this close to him made her feel like she was back on that first date again. He rubbed his fingers across her cheek, brushing off some soil she’d missed.
He took a breath so deep she heard him release it. His eyes met hers and they locked together. “I think that I missed you.” His lips pulled into a frown as if he wasn’t happy with the thought.
Hearing his honesty, no matter how much he didn’t seem to like the idea fueled her desire. “I did too.” The tension around his mouth eased, and the fingers on her cheek cupped her with his cool hand.
He straightened just as quickly as he’d done it, breaking the connection. “Come, walk with me.” He didn’t wait to see if she’d follow.
Rolling her eyes, Christine caught up to him. “Where are we going?”
“To the forest.”
“What for?”
He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he looked down at her, his eyes wild and dark. “You shouldn’t wear clothes like that.”
Taken aback, Christine looked down at herself. She wore her ‘gardening shorts’ that had long started to fray at the bottom, no shoes, and a baggy shirt.
“Why, because I’m dirty?”
She heard him make a sound that almost resembled a laugh. “No, because I can’t think when you wear that.”
They entered the canopy of trees and instantly the bright sky darkened through the blanket of leaves and branches.
Feeling saucy, she stopped and cocked her hip out to the side. “Dmetri, can’t handle a little pair of shorts?”
He stopped, his eyes leveling on her hips, her legs, and then her mouth. Her mouth watered in response to the heat in his eyes. He took a step, then another step until he was pressed against her from chest to thighs. Her chest rose and fell like waves crashing on the shore. She embraced the feelings he brought forth and curled her hands in his shirt.
“It’s not the shorts, millaya moya. It’s all the skin it reveals.” His hands swept down to cup her bottom and pull her tightly against him.
“Oh.”
His lips swooped down and her breath caught. “You tease me.” She laughed unsteadily, her eyes on his, their lips a breath away. “I haven’t teased you yet.”
Slowly, he shook his head. “When you come home with me, I’ll buy you wardrobes of little shorts. You’ll wear nothing but them and your bare feet for me.” He pulled back to look down her legs. Her toes threatened to curl into the patch of grass she stood on.
“But I thought you preferred dresses, lingerie, and all that fancy stuff.” His eyes brightened and then she heard it—his laughter. The sound was rich, accented, husky. It sent chills down her spine.
“I used to...until I saw those damn shorts on you.” He leaned down to touch her thigh and slowly rub his hand up until his fingers met the frayed fringe. When his fingers began to play underneath the material her body tightened, liquid heat pooling between her legs.
“Dmetri...”
“I want you.” His gruff voice made her breasts feel tight, heavy, and only he could alleviate the ache.
In a move so fast her head spun, he turned her around and pushed her into the nearest tree. She braced her hands on the hard trunk even as her eyes searched the area around them.
“Not here! There are sentries everywhere, Dmetri!”
Either he didn’t hear her or he didn’t care because his hands reached around to cup her breasts through the baggy shirt. He didn’t waste any time before rolling her nipples between his fingers and squeezing the soft flesh. She bit her lip hard to keep from making a sound, but her heavy breaths sounded incredibly loud in the quiet forest.
His hands squeezed her breasts, plumping them, and then trailed down her stomach and under her shirt. His hands were cool yet his touch burned. When he reached for the button of her shorts, she stilled.
“No, we can’t.”
“I’ll hear anyone who nears...and kill them,” he said hoarsely. He opened the button and pulled down the zipper. When his fingers delved inside, it took everything in her not to cry out.
His expert fingers passed under her defenseless panties and darted through her wet folds.
Hot and soft, her cream coated his fingers as he pet her not with aggression but with a surprisingly gentle touch. He spread her lips open then circled her aching bud. Coiling, boiling heat built inside her in a rush. Christine clamped her lips shut to keep from making a sound and dug her nails into the tree bark to try to gain some purchase.
Her hips rocked against his fingers, eager to ride the swift orgasm about to rush over her.
He hadn’t touched her in a week, and now she realized how deprived she felt.
Breaths grew choppy, eyes fluttered closed, and Christine let her head fall back as her body readied to burst at the seams. And then he pulled his hand away.
“What are you—”
She never finished asking the question because her jeans and panties went floating to the ground around her ankles. She heard the whoosh of more clothes dropping and knew it wasn’t hers. His hands were all over her, running over her bare hips to arch her back towards him, trailing up her bare stomach to mold her breasts in his big hands. His touch possessed her, controlled her—and she loved it.
His lips pushed the hair away from her neck and then his lips were there, kissing and licking. She had only a second to prepare herself as his hard, burning hot cock pressed against her wet core. She shook from her ankles to her knees with the intense arousal burning inside her, with the orgasm he left teetering in her body.
The hands on her breasts grabbed hold, his cock nudged her entrance, pushed the barest of inches inside, and then he thrust deep. Full and hot, he stretched her wide and filled her to the brink. She was so wet he slid in gracefully and when he began to move, she felt for the first time, the savagery inside him.
His hips pumped hard and fast, the breaths at her neck growing heavy and labored. She had no clue whether it was her body that was so tight or if he was that thick, but her muscles grabbed hold of him like they didn’t want to let him go. He thrust faster, hips slapping against her bare cheeks.
She rocked forward on her toes and his hands moved to capture her hips, holding her in his possessive grasp.
“Dmetri,” she moaned.
His hands tightened in reflex and then he growled. “So perfect.” She agreed but couldn’t voice the words, so instead she bent over further, offering herself freely to him, trusting him at his word that no one would catch them. The loud slapping sounds made her blush, and at the new angle the pleasure was even sharper. No longer could she hold back her cries. She tried to stay quiet, to keep her panting moans low, but to her own ears she only sounded like she was yelling.
His hand delved between her thighs to circle her swollen bud once again. The pleasure was acute and instantaneous. His cock slid in, pounding her into oblivion, and she flew apart in a beautiful explosion of fiery pleasure and brilliant light. Liquid fire exploded inside her. Her core gushed with release, trembling around his cock. He groaned like he was dying before he thrust deep one last time and jetted long and hard inside of her. The wet mess spilled out from around him, touching her thighs.