Hidden Monsters (Volkov Bratva #4)(70)

Without moving off him, she reached back for them, her breath stuttering as his hands drifted to her thighs, slipping beneath the material to skim his fingers over her waist. As she read them, she was confused, trying to decipher what they were, until she made it to the second page.

Test results. And because he was the one showing them to her, she knew they were his. If there was any doubt as to where this night was heading, they were put to rest now.

Last time had been spontaneous. This…this was planned.

“This wasn’t necessary, Luka,” she mumbled, dropping the pages back on the table.

“But it was.” The hand at the small of her back urged her closer, and as he touched her, she laid her hands on his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through it. “This is easy. The attraction is here. That need I feel for you has always been here, won’t deny that. I want you to trust me…completely. This was just so you never had to doubt that.”

Her own were tucked away in a drawer in her room. In as few words as possible, she told him of her own, and the birth control shot she had gotten that day.

“Okay.”

That was the best he could say, because really? What more was there to say? She met his gaze as her hands went to the hem of his shirt and stayed there.

He said, “I’ve never been in a relationship, never really wanted one, so I can’t tell you I’ll be any good at whatever the f*ck we’re doing. When you need me, I’ll be there. Need something? I’ll make sure you get it. As I said, so long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

“And you? What do you want?”

He hesitated, as if this wasn’t something he had ever considered. “I…I need you to be patient with me. I won’t get this right the first time around, but I’ll try…for you.”

She fell silent again, pleased with his answer, but not knowing what else to say.

It was easier to imagine, fantasize about how this would happen, but now that they were here, she didn’t know how to proceed. It felt like, though not for the first time, he was actually seeing her.

Not as Alex, the addict…

Or Alex, the boss’ little sister or daughter…

But just as herself.

It might have been easier to ignore the way her brain was working overtime if he’d come for her fast and unrestrained, ripping her clothes off, with no time to truly think it all through. This was careful, and while she was nervous straddling his lap, she was all too aware what was happening to them.

“I only ever wanted you,” she whispered, her words lingering in the air between them.

This time, his answer was in the form of a kiss.

It was slow, languid, and she finally gave herself over to it. A part of her had always felt that this…this spark between them would never dull and this moment was inevitable.

She was right.

His hands slipped around her toward the back of her thighs, and easily, he stood with her in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. He didn’t bother to close the door behind them. It wasn’t as if it was needed.

Alex gasped as she was tossed backward, bouncing twice before settling on the bed.

He stood at the end of it, his gaze rapt on her as though she were a prize that he had finally won. With the way he was looking at her, she felt terribly self-conscious since her robe had flown open and she was more than likely revealing more than she’d intended. There was no point in trying to cover back up. He would just get her naked again.

Fisting the bottom of his shirt, he dragged it up, pulling it over his head, exposing ink and muscles that took her breath away. She drank him in, every inch of him, but it was when he started for his jeans, undoing the button, tugging the zipper down, revealing more toned flesh and colorful flesh that she couldn’t catch her breath...

Apparently, Luka didn’t believe in briefs.

One minute, he had been fully clothed, and the next, he was completely naked.

Was there anyone who could hold a candle to him?

He wasn’t perfect physically. He had the scars to prove it, even if they were mostly kept hidden, but he radiated a confidence that said he didn’t care about the scars, nor did he care about anyone else’s opinion of them. That was why she liked him all the same.

Standing at the end of the bed, he stood proudly, and why wouldn’t he? There was nothing about him that she didn’t like.

Wrapping his fingers around her ankle, he pulled her down to the end of the bed. Then he had her hands and she was standing, so close that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

When his mouth came down on hers, she melted. This was happening, actually happening, and more than that, it wasn’t a drunken encounter. She would remember this. For a moment, she was overwhelmed at the thought of what all was happening.

“It’s okay,” he whispered against her lips, sliding the robe off her shoulders, his lips drifting down her jaw to the feverish skin at her neck, her pulse working overtime. “We have all night.”

When he kissed her again, she turned herself over to it, lost in the sensations that he inspired in her. His hand drifting down the front of her body, she felt wound tight as she waited with bated breath until finally, finally, he touched her where she needed him most.

She was already wet and aching for him, almost too sensitive as his fingers slipped through her folds, knowing just the right places to touch. The moment he pushed a finger into her, stretching her, filling her, they both groaned, the sound impossibly loud in the silence of the room.