Hidden Monsters (Volkov Bratva #4)(59)

“Well, shit. We needed to get started then, right? We can’t have you embarrassing the both of us when you try out.”

“Righttt. Like I don’t have enough to look forward to.”

“I’m usually the voice of reason. Anyway, I’m hopping in the shower.” When she frowned, he shook his head. “I like to be clean. Is that so bad?”

“As much as you’re staying over here, you might as well move in.”

He scoffed, heading for her bedroom instead of the guest one as he usually did. “Darling, you’d be moving in with me, not the other way around.”

“Why do all guys feel like the girl has to move in with them?” And were they really having this conversation? She wasn’t ever sure if they were joking or not.

“You don’t like my house?”

“Of course, I like your house.” Even before they had fixed it up, she’d liked it. Before, it had just been a bit…sterile. “But—”

“And would you really want Loki to relocate? He’s so used to having room to run around.”

“Of course, but—”

“Not to mention, I hate the f*cking city.”

“Fine! I get it. If I ever wanted to live with you, it would be the house.”

Heading back to her room, he turned back to her with a smirk. “If? When.”

As he disappeared around the corner, Alex had to make sure that this wasn’t all some elaborate dream she was having.

But more than whether or not he was truly entertaining a possibility of them, she was glad that he was being friendly again. This was what she loved most about their relationship, how easy it was to talk to him. She didn’t realize how much she had missed it until now.

While Luka showered, she finished sorting through the rest of her closet, sorting through the rest of the living room before he reemerged.

“What do you—”

But she stopped abruptly as she felt his presence behind her, his arm slipping around her waist, turning her so she was now facing him.

There wasn’t a second to question his actions. He just claimed her mouth as he had every right to do so. There was nothing slow and tender about it.

His tongue tangled with hers before he drew her bottom lip into his mouth, biting down gently on it, and finally, when she was sure she couldn’t feel anything more than him on her, he pulled away.

“Say yes.”

He didn’t ask, he commanded. And she was helpless not to give him exactly what he wanted. “Yes.”

No sooner had that word left her lips than she found herself crushed against him, his mouth descending on hers once more. Any resistance, or thoughts in general, scattered as she tried to remember how to breathe.

His arm slid beneath her shirt, the flat of his hand pressing against the small of her back, pulling her in even closer if that was possible. Her own went around his neck, her fingers curling into the soft hair there. And when she melted against him, he groaned, a soft broken sound that made her legs weak.

It wasn’t that easy because of their height difference, but he made up for that by lifting her suddenly, her legs going around his waist automatically.

The hand that wasn’t cradling her face slid up her thigh and around her hip, his fingers spanning over her ass, compelling a gasp from her as he squeezed.

His arm tightened as he pushed off the wall, carrying her through the living room, carefully laying her out on the floor as he went down to his knees. She always thought their first time together would be slow and drawn out—she’d even fantasized about it.

This was nothing like that. As eager as she was, reaching to yank his shirt over his head, he was twice as bad.

When she couldn’t get his shirt up any further then the middle of his chest—too busy kissing him to give much effort—he reared up, reaching behind his head, drawing his shirt up and off, tossing the material out of the way as she busied fumbling at his jeans, trying to unsnap the button, then dragging the zipper down. As the denim gave, all she saw was more tattooed skin, the trail of hair beneath his navel drifting down further.

He was just as impatient as she felt as he pulled at her clothes, getting her naked beneath him in seconds, and just like the morning when he’d startled her in the shower, he stared at her as if it was the first time all over again. When he looked at her like that, in awe as if he had never seen a naked girl before, she felt beautiful.

Reaching into the front of his jeans, she slipped her hand in, wrapping her fingers around his straining erection, feeling him throb in her hand. She’d always known that he would be big but feeling him, hard and warm, in her palm; there had been nothing to prepare her for that.

“Tell me what you want.”

Alex wasn’t shy, had never been a day in her life, but the minute he asked that heated question, she couldn’t find an answer for him, especially when she knew exactly what he wanted from her.

“You. I want you.”

“Mmm. I’m gonna need you to be more specific than that,” he said in her ear. “Do you want me to flick my tongue on your *? Flip you over and f*ck you from behind? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

Her entire body flushed with heat as his words washed over her. “Both, please.”

She had to release her hold on him as he shifted down her body, his arms going around her thighs to keep her legs open.