In the Beginning (Volkov Bratva #1)(57)

“Do it and I’ll make you regret it,” she threatened.

If only he were moved by threats, he might have heeded her warning. “You could have stayed by my side and we wouldn’t.”

“You were being a di—”

She yelped, bursting into a fit of giggles as he tickled her foot, watching in amusement as she tried in vain to get away. He only stopped when she covered her mouth to muffle her laughter, her eyes bright with amusement. Seeing her like this, so happy and free, made him wish for things that he shouldn’t have.

As he looked down on her, he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her. He didn’t have to explain his need to her, she seemed to read him easily as she licked her bottom lip, drawing it between her teeth. He leaned over her on straightened arms, watching her every reaction before lowering his lips to hers, almost smiling when he felt her immediately open up to him.

Seconds passed before the kiss turned from gentle and exploring to passionate and desperate. He conveyed everything he felt for her through his actions, wanting her to know that she was everything to him, even if he couldn’t say it. She broke the kiss, sitting up. His eyes roamed over her front, his hands traveling up her thighs until they reached her hips.

He licked his lips, the action making her shiver in anticipation at the desire she saw in his eyes.

“We’re the only ones on this floor?” She asked, ignoring the excited hammering in her chest.

He understood her meaning and nodded an affirmative.

Biting her lip, she fisted the hem of her night shirt, lifting it up and over her head. She saw the hesitation in his eyes. She placed her hand on the center of his sternum, feeling the steady beat.

“I…I want to.”

***

That was all it seemed to take to convince him.

She reached for the strings of his pants once he sat up, biting her lip in concentration as she tugged at the knot until it loosened. His erection strained the fabric, giving her a clear indication as to how big he really was. She might not have had sex before—or even come close to it—but she knew that his size was impressive.

He didn’t rush, letting her take her time with undressing him, but he wasn’t entirely unaffected by her slow pace. The hand he had on her hip tightened just slightly, holding her almost possessively as she began sliding his pants down. The ridges of his abdomen descended far lower than she imagined, a dark trail of hair growing more pronounced the farther his pants went.

Her entire body felt flushed with heat as he stared down at her, his eyes smoldering and she almost wished he would take over, to at least relieve her embarrassment long enough to continue. Like he could read her thoughts, he rested his weight on one extended arm, the tendons in his bicep straining as he bent to get closer to her. With his free hand, he cupped her cheek, tilting her face up until she had to look away from his lower half up into his eyes. Only when he had her attention did he finally kiss her.

It wasn’t like any of the others the shared. This one was full of unrestrained passion. It was like one minute she was in control of the moment, next she was relinquishing it to him. She barely felt the fabric give in her hands, but when it went slack, she let it fall, wrapping her arms around him.

Mishca shifted his weight, kicking the pants off, sending them towards the end of the bed. He coaxed her legs to part, delving his hand in between, feeling the heat radiating from her as he caressed the most intimate part of her through a thin layer of cotton.

She was nervous, yes, but it wasn’t like the panic she felt the last time they were in bed together. This was nervousness stemming from a new experience.

He drew back, just long enough to hook his fingers around the waistband of her panties, then gently tugged them down, the cool air kissing her bare flesh. They went over his shoulder, tossed in the general direction his shirt had taken. Instead of returning his hand there, he shifted his body until they were pressed together. She could feel his heartbeat there, the rigged flesh seeming to throb.

He didn’t take her bra completely off, just drew down the cups until they exposed her breasts to his gaze. Palming one, he drew the nipple of the other into his mouth, sucking gently at first before biting just hard enough to make her gasp his name.

She angled her hips up straining against his hold, and for one glorious mount, he was poised at her entrance, just one thrust away from being inside her. The hand he had in her hair gripped tighter as he cursed, but for reasons only he knew, he drew back.

He cursed, kissing the curve of my neck, whispering, “Not here.”

She wanted to curse because she was sure that this was what she wanted. She wanted him. “Mish—”

“Shh, I’ll take care of you.”

She had no idea what that meant, but as his hand slid over her belly then between her legs, she had a pretty good idea. Mishca didn’t hesitate, boldly stroking a finger down over the bundle of nerves there before pressing a finger inside of her.

It was so sudden, so unexpected, that she arched , gasping for breath at the feeling. He gave her a moment to get used to the sudden invasion, slowly moving his fingers in and out, capturing her lips again.

Rational thought fled her as the only thing she could focus on was the pleasure he was giving her. She moaned, helpless to do anything more than accept what he was giving her. Every time his fingers went deeper inside her, he curled his fingers in a way that made her break the kiss and curse.