On Her Knees

She swore the heat in the car went up ten degrees in just that short amount of time.

She swallowed before answering. “I’m not so much nervous as I am... anticipating it all.” She said that last part more on a whisper, her face heating after the fact.

Viktor made a low sound, and she couldn’t help the tingle that moved through her, starting at the base of her spine and running to the tips of her toes and fingers.

Viktor reached out and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her head forward and meeting her in the middle to kiss her. His lips on hers were soft at first, but as the seconds moved by, he became more demanding and dominant with his mouth and tongue.

She loved it and couldn’t help but moan against him and reach out to wrap her hand around his bicep. Even through his suit jacket she could feel his muscles and strength, and a fresh gush of wetness left her.

He swiped his tongue along hers, eliciting a soft moan from her. If they didn’t stop, she could easily give herself to him right now, and although the car might not be the most comfortable place to have sex, it would surely be hot as hell.

But he pulled away after a few seconds, breathing hard and resting his forehead against hers. “If we don’t stop I’ll come right in my fucking slacks, and I want to be buried in your cunt when that happens.”

Her throat tightened, and her nipples beaded at his words.

He pulled back, smoothed his finger along her jaw line, and was out of the car before she could even inhale. She watched as he walked around the front of the car, her body frozen in place at the way he moved, at the fact he looked like a predator, a damn sexy one.

He opened the car door for her, helped her out, and had her in an embrace as soon as her feet touched the ground.

He kissed her again, and she knew she could get lost in this man, in everything about Viktor Port.

“Let’s get you inside before we give the security cameras a nice show.”

She chuckled and nodded.

They made their way through the garage, her heels clicking along the pavement. Once they reached the elevator, he slipped in a key, turning it and taking them up to the top apartment. It was the same thing he’d done the first time he’d taken her here, just in another part of the building.

When she’d first come here, they’d gone through the front doors as they’d had a driver.

This was the first time she’d seen the garage, or this elevator, and even if those things might not seem lavish in the least, in this ritzy part of the city, and in this building, it was impressive.

Once they’d reached the top floor and were in his apartment, she actually took the time to appreciate his place. The time before things had been so frantic and arousal-laced that she hadn’t really stopped and checked everything out—not much, anyway.

The morning after had given her a little bit of time to look around, but she’d been so nervous of what lunch would bring that her mind had been preoccupied.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll get us some wine.”

She glanced at Viktor and watched as he went into the kitchen.

He turned on the light, and the glow moved its way into the living room, which was where she was headed. Smoothing her fingers along the back of the buttery soft leather couch, she heard him approach.

He had a bottle of wine in one hand and was holding the stems of two glasses in his other. He set the bottle and glasses on the coffee table and poured them both wine.

She took the offered glass before making her way toward the windows. “Your view is incredible,” she said softly and sipped from her glass.

A moment of silence stretched after she spoke.

“It’s beautiful,” he said right behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder to see he was only a few feet from her, his focus not on the cityscape, but on her. Karina’s heart jumped a little, and she curled her fingers around the stem of the glass even more.

The way he was looking at her was the way she’d envisioned a man looking at the woman he cared about above all others.

There was possession, but not the kind that would frighten her, rather the kind that made her feel like she was truly wanted.

He smiled and walked over to the stereo. After turning it on to something classical and soft, he moved back toward her, his wine glass now on the coffee table. “Dance with me, baby,” he said in a low, deep voice, one that sent sparks of fire through her.

The view of the city was all around them, the floor-to-ceiling windows letting the lights filter through, and almost giving the illusion they were floating high above everything else and in their own little world.