The Player (The Game Maker #3)(52)

“I told you I would always want more from you. Affection. Attachment. There is no limit. I will coax it from you.” He pulled me across his lap, then coiled his arms around me.

“You just put a ring on it, Dmitri.” God, had he ever. It still branded my finger. “Seems like you got a lot of me today.”

“There’s a difference between being wed and being married. We were wed today, but I want our lives entangled, until they are seamless. Until the line between us blurs to nothing.”

I almost wished I hadn’t grown so jaded, so I could believe in fairy tales and love at first sight. Take away my armor, and I would be head over heels for Dmitri already.

He was a dream man who’d brought me to a dream home to watch a dream scene. Lava-orange and yellow and scarlet battled in the sky. “This is all make-believe.”

“This can be our life,” he rasped at my ear. “I want it to be.”

What if you found out something bad about me? I needed to ask him—but that would only make him look harder.

He curled his finger under my chin. “I haven’t kissed my wife nearly enough today.” He leaned in.

His lips covered mine, and I let myself fall under his spell again. When my lids slid shut, I saw residual images of the sunset—and his eyes.

Lady Luck help me, this felt like . . . a beginning. A true one.

Once I was panting against his lips, he drew back, a wicked gleam in his gaze. “I want you to watch that sunset while I touch you. I’m going to play with you till dusk.” He untied my bathing suit top, peeling it off my breasts. He cupped one, and his breath gusted over the top of my sensitive ear. “You’re not to cover these when we’re alone.”

I nearly moaned. To walk around topless in a glass house? It was as if he’d bought it with an exhibitionist in mind! Simply being outside and half-dressed was a huge turn-on. Steam kissed my stiff nipples, but then a cool breeze would come tickle them.

He leaned down and nuzzled one peak. He drew it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.

I whimpered, cradling his head.

He sucked harder, tugging at my nipple just shy of discomfort, but I loved it. As he moved to my other breast, his hands dipped, and he untied the bow at the side of my bottoms, pulling those away as well.

CMNF.

Leaving my breasts aching, he straightened to run his lips up my neck. “I want your body open to my touch.” He maneuvered me on his lap until I was leaning with my back to his chest and my feet flat on his knees. Under my ass, his erection strained against his shorts. Then he spread his own legs, forcing me to part my thighs. “That’s it.” His fingertip grazed my entrance. “Now keep watching. Whenever you see a Pacific sunset, I want you to remember this pleasure.” Under the water, he eased his middle finger inside me, lazily thrusting it.

My gasp turned to a moan when he wedged his ring finger into me as well, making a rock-on gesture. “So tight.” He thrust his two fingers harder, his palm cupping my clit.

My head lolled, but he said, “Ah-ah, beautiful. Keep your eyes on the sun.”

With effort, I did, though he kept up the pumping motion of his hand.

“I need you to be ready for me.”

Because we were about to have sex. And his cock was unnervingly large. “How long has it been for you?”

“Longer than you can imagine,” he answered. “I should know.”

What should he know? Maybe his English was off. The thought faded as I edged closer to my orgasm.

“Open yourself to me.” Even his voice was hypnotic. “In all ways.”

I wanted to. I wished I could.

“Are you watching the sun, Vika?”

Through a haze of pleasure and steam, I watched. On either side of the sinking sun were inky black storm clouds. “It’s almost there, Dmitri,” I said, talking about the sunset—and my orgasm. “It’s so close.” The winds picked up as the last glowing sliver disappeared. “There. All of it.” In the distance, lightning flared over the dark water.

“Are you ready for me, moya zhena?” My wife.

I didn’t think I’d ever needed sex more than I did at that moment. Which was saying something after the last three nights. I turned to him, not bothering to hide the need in my expression.

Curt nod. “I’m taking you to our bed.” He swooped me from the water, striding across the pool deck with my naked body tucked against him. As he carried me up the stairs, I couldn’t keep still. I kneaded the muscles of his chest, rubbing against him.

“Look at you.” He gazed down at me as if staggered by what he found in his arms. “I carry my greatest treasure.”

Irresistible man.

Inside the bedroom, he told the house, “Fire,” and the fireplace near the platform bed flickered to life. He let me slide down his body as he set me on my feet.

“I need you naked, Dmitri.” I reached for his bulging shorts, drawing the tie loose, and he helped me work the sodden material over his dick.

The sight of him unclothed before the fire left me thunderstruck. Flames lovingly painting his muscles, his long lean body, his tanned skin. His pierced erection.

I went to my knees on the rug and grasped him with both hands. “You’re going to have to pry me away from this.” I tenderly ran my cheek against his shaft.