“This moment?”
“This moment with you.” With both hands, he cupped my breasts and rubbed my stiffening nipples. The water rippled around us. The saxophone rose. He squeezed my nipples. “I should never let you leave. You’re healing me. You’re helping me mourn.”
I arched as he squeezed both nipples again.
“Be my angel, Rose. Lead me to salvation.” Still playing with my nipples, he landed kisses on the curve of my neck.
“God, Dima. . .I love this.”
“Excellent. You want more?”
“Yes.”
“I want more too.”
“Good.” Instantly, I yearned to be everything he needed and more. It was scary, but I knew with each sensual touch of his fingertips and brush of his mouth, that I would do all that he liked. I would be all that he needed. I would give him every bit of me. If he needed my heart to beat, I would give it to him. If he needed my soul to eat, I would feed him.
Already, I drowned in him and didn’t want to be saved.
He lapped at the curve of my neck. “Will you save me?”
“Yes.”
He flicked his thumbs along my nipples. “Yes?”
I moaned, “Yes.”
Groaning, he teased my nipples with his thumbs, tormenting those sensitive points. I writhed against him. He moved his hands from my breasts. “You’ll be my safe haven.”
“Yes.” Shivering, I twisted around. I needed to see how serious he was. I gazed at this sexy, dangerous man.
Candle light danced along his sculpted face. His hair was slicked back. His gaze held a dark storm within the lids. “Right now, you’re the only person on this earth that’s bringing me peace.”
In the soapy water, I pressed my breasts against his chest and leaned against him. “What do you need from me?”
“Everything.” His cock hardened under me. He slid his hands down my back and grabbed my ass. “Turn to the side.”
“Why?”
“I want to play with your pussy.”
I gave him a wicked smile and obliged. “Back to your saying everything. I need more clarification.”
He slid his hand down to my thighs. “Do you like it when I play with your pussy?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good. I’ll do it every day.” He rubbed his finger along my folds and then he caressed my clit. My body drummed in hunger. He slipped his finger inside of me. “Will that be okay with you?”
Before I could respond, he found my g-spot. I jerked forward, rocking toward the blissful sensations.
“Naughty Rose?” He rubbed the sensitive spot. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” I stirred, riding the pleasure from his talented hand. My thighs trembled.
He massaged my pussy over and over as if imprinting his signature on it. “I want you in my bed every night until I get bored.”
“What?” My eyes went sleepy with lust. I tried to stop his hand.
He returned to toying with my clit.
I rocked into his hand. “Oh, Dima.”
“Your body. This soft, warm pussy. It’s all my property.”
“Wait.” I held his wrist and stopped his rhythm. “What?”
Frowning, he looked down at me, but didn’t move his hand or flick his finger against my clit. “You have a problem with that, Ms. Walsh?”
“Of course I do.” I caught my breath. “I’m not an object that can be owned.”
“Yet, you’re mine.” He stroked my pussy.
A moan left me. I hadn’t meant to let that go. He rubbed some more.
I shivered in delight. Somehow I stopped his hand. “Wait.”
He groaned in annoyance.
I looked back at him through heavy lust-filled lids. “We should get things straight.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.” I swallowed and moved away from him. He tried to pull me back. I pushed his hand away and went to the other side of the tub. I needed space between us.
“Come back here.”
“First, we talk.”
“First, we fuck.”
“We’ve already fucked in the Secret Garden and on your balcony.”
“No.”
“It’s true.”
“I ate you in the restaurant. I fucked you on the balcony, but that was just an appetizer. I’m ready for the entrée.”
I trembled in anticipation. I shook my head. “We still need to talk.”
That neutral expression slipped onto his face. He rested his arms on the side of the tub. Fast, he shifted back into Dimitri Ivanov—King of the North and Leader of the Diamond Syndicate. His voice came out low, dark, and menacing. “I want your body back over here. Now.”
“I think we should talk first.”
“That’s not my concern.”
“And how would I make it your concern?”
“Bring your pussy back over here.”
I smiled.
He didn’t.
“Dima, I want to make some clarifications on what you’re saying. Sometimes men and women murmur things in the heat of passion but don’t mean it.”
“I don’t.”
I quirked my brows. “You don’t what?”
“I don’t murmur.”
“Fine.”
“Everything I say, I mean.”
“Well. . .you said that you wanted me in your bed every night until you became bored.”
He nodded.
I chuckled. “Dima that is a horrific thing to say.”
He looked at me as if I were crazy. “I should want you in my bed when I’m bored with you?”