“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