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“I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I first saw you,” he

said. “Time’s up.”

I had time to open my mouth in astonishment. Then he

was kissing me.

He didn’t just bring his lips down to mine: he scooped

an arm under the small of my back and lifted me,

bringing me to him. By the time our lips touched, my

toes were only just scraping the icy sidewalk.

His first touch was gentle, just a graze of his lips against

mine. But I had a hand on his arm and I could feel how

his whole body had gone hard with barely-restrained

lust. He was fighting to go slow, forcing himself to taste

me first before consuming me completely. I could feel

the power of him, even in that brief touch, and it made

me go weak.

His second touch was a flick of his tongue across my

lips, sampling my softness. The pleasure crackled out

from each millimeter he touched, rocketing its way

down my body. I came alive in his arms, writhing and

arching, my breasts pushing against his chest. I grabbed

his other arm in my free hand and clung to him, my

mind spinning. I needed more. Now. My whole body

was throbbing, pulsing to the rhythm he’d started.

We stayed like that for a second, mouths open and lips

almost touching, our panting breath forming clouds of

mist around us. I could hear the blood rushing in my

ears. I was almost drunk with anticipation: I wanted it

more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Kiss

me!

He gave a low growl, one that vibrated through me. I

could feel every muscle tense as he primed himself, but

still he didn’t move. Kiss me!

I had my eyes closed, but I could sense that he’d

opened his. He was gazing down at me, savoring the

moment. I couldn’t take it any longer. “Pozhaluysta

potseluy menya!” I panted desperately, forgetting that

he wouldn’t understand.

The urgency in my voice was enough. A big, warm hand

slid across my cheek, fingers sinking into my hair, and

then he was kissing me full-on and for keeps, lips hard

against mine. I could feel every ounce of his pent-up

lust: he wanted me with an intensity I’d never known,

wanted to take me in every conceivable way, to know

every inch of my body. But there was something else,

as well, something that was so powerful it took my

breath away, something that felt like it shocked him as

much as me. He wanted to possess me, to wrap me up

in his arms and carry me away somewhere so that no

one else could have me.

And even as part of me wanted to draw back from the

intensity of it, something deep inside me was rushing

towards it, as if it was something I’d been missing my

entire life.

It was a kiss that moved, that made me twist and slide

against him as I followed it. My hands were grabbing at

his arms, my cold fingers sinking into the soft cashmere

of his overcoat, feeling the hard bulk of his muscles

beneath the layers of clothes. His tongue found mine

and danced with it and I moaned through the kiss,

clutching at his shoulders. He answered with another

low growl, kissing me even harder, as if my moan

turned him on. And as our bodies shifted together I felt

it for the first time: the hard, hot outline of his cock

against my upper thigh, very close to my groin….

Movement beside us and the rattle of an engine. I

opened my eyes to see a cab had pulled up beside us.

We must have looked as if we needed a taxi, now.

Angelo reluctantly broke the kiss and lowered me gently

to the sidewalk, then held the door of the cab for me.

He strode around to the other side, overcoat billowing

out behind him like a cape, and got in beside me, his

thigh against mine, his muscled body huge in the

confined space. I leaned forward to tell the driver my

address and, the instant I’d finished and we were

moving, Angelo’s hand was on my shoulder, pressing

me back in my seat. “What was it you said, back there?”

he asked. His eyes darted between my eyes and my

lips.

I swallowed. “Please kiss me,” I translated.

His eyes ate me up for a second and then he pounced,

twisting around so that he was in front of me, my head

cupped between his hands as he pressed me back

against the leather and kissed me. I panted into his

mouth and kissed him back, my hands roaming over his

neck and shoulders.

The cab whisked us towards my house...and whatever

came next.

7

Angelo

I’d never been so hot for a woman my entire life. Not

just hot for her, but just totally...I couldn’t even find the

words.

The traffic was light and we were rushing through the

city, heading God knows where: I hadn’t heard the

address she gave the cabbie. But it didn’t matter. I

didn’t once glance out of the window. We could have

been driving via the fucking North Pole with polar bears

ambling past outside and I wouldn’t have known. I

couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Captivated. That was the word. I was captivated.

She was so completely unlike any woman I’d ever met.

There was this...grace to her, even when she was still.

And when she moved...Jesus, watching her walk into

the restaurant had been like watching a prowling cat,

and everyone in there, men and women, me included,

were just yapping, clumsy dogs.

Lithe. That’s what she was. Soft, smooth skin, elegant

curves, but underneath it all were those toned dancer’s

muscles, giving her flexibility and stamina. Combined

with the fire in her eyes and the way she’d panted at

me to kiss her...she was going to be unbelievable in

bed.

My kisses slowed down, growing purposeful as my

hands explored her. I couldn’t get enough of her mouth.

She was the perfect combination of sweet femininity

and raw, untamed sexuality. Kissing her was like

throwing myself head first into a warm, dark canyon

with no bottom: my lips met hers and I was just lost

and I didn’t care at all.

She seemed to be oblivious to how insanely sexy she

was, unlike the preening women I normally met. But

she couldn’t be: that was impossible. Every little detail

must have been carefully calculated to turn me on, like

she was some Soviet spy from the 80s who’d been

tasked with my seduction.

Her hair, which had looked so tauntingly prim when it

was up in a bun, now hung loose down her back,

making her look like some ice princess off the cover of a

fantasy novel. I couldn’t believe how long it was and I

couldn’t stop thinking about what it would look like

when she was naked and it was the only thing shielding

her modesty. I wanted to brush it forward over her

shoulders so that it covered her breasts, nipples peeking

out between the strands, just so I could have the

pleasure of sweeping it back and revealing her again.

Her dress, her coat, even her shoes were all black,

setting off the soft tan of her skin and making that

platinum-blonde hair shine even brighter. When she’d

shrugged out of her coat and her back had arched a

little, her high, pert breasts had lifted under the thin

fabric of her dress in a way that made me catch my

breath. I’d been looking at that dress and the way it

hugged her body all evening. I’d been imagining

cupping her bare shoulders and then following the sides

of the dress all the way down.

Now I could finally do it, growling as I circled my palms

on the soft warmth of her shoulders, kissing her slow