This was nothing like that. She wanted him. She wanted to share her body with Mikolas, feel him inside her, feel close to him.
Make love to me, she begged him with her lips, and ran her hands over him in a silent message of encouragement. When she rolled and tried to open the zip on her dress, he made a ragged noise and found it for her, dragging it down. He lifted away to draw her sleeve off her arm, exposing her bra. One efficient flick of his fingers and the bra was loose.
With reverence, he eased the strap down her arm, dislodging the cup so her breast thrust round and white, nipple turgid with wanton need.
Insecurity didn’t have time to strike. He lowered his head and tongued lightly, cupped with a warm hand, then with another groan of appreciation, opened his mouth in a hot branding, letting her get used to the delicate suction before pulling a little harder.
Her toes curled. She wanted to speak, to tell him this was good, that he wouldn’t have to stop, but sensation rocked her, coiling in her abdomen, making her loins weep with need. When his hand stroked to rub her bottom, she dragged at her skirt herself, earning a noise of approval as she drew the ruffled fabric out of the way.
He teased her, tracing patterns on her bare thighs, lifting his head to kiss her again and give her his tongue as he made her wait and wait.
“Mikolas,” she gasped.
“This?” He brought his hand to the juncture of her thighs and settled his palm there, letting her get used to the sensation. The intimacy. “I want that, too,” he breathed against her mouth.
She bit back a cry of pure joy as the weight of his hand covered her, hot and confident. He rocked slowly, increasing the pressure in increments, inciting her to crook her knee so she was open to his touch. Eyes closed, she let herself bask in this wonderful feeling, tension climbing.
When he lifted his hand, she caught her breath in loss, opening her eyes.
He was watching her while his fingertips traced the edge of her knickers, then began to draw them down her thighs.
The friction of lace against her sensitized skin made her shiver. As the coolness of the room struck her damp, eager flesh, she became starkly aware of how her clothing was askew, her breast exposed, her sex pouted and needy, her body trembling with ridiculously high desire.
For a moment anxiety struck. She wanted to rush past this moment, rush through the hard part, have done with this interminable impasse. She lifted her hips so he could finish skimming them away, but when he came down beside her again, he only combed her hair back from her face.
“I just want to feel you. I’ll be gentle,” he promised, and kissed her lightly.
Yes, she almost screamed.
Embarrassment ought to be killing her, but arousal was pulsing in her like an electrical current. And when he cradled her against him this way, she felt very safe.
They kissed and his hand covered her again. This time she was naked. The sensation was so acute she jolted under his touch.
“Just feel,” he cajoled softly. “Tell me what you like. Is that good?”
He did things then that were gorgeous and honeyed. She knew how her body worked, but she had never felt this turned on. She didn’t let herself think, just floated in the deep currents of pleasure he swirled through her.
“Like that?” He kept up the magical play, making tension coil through her so she moaned beneath his kiss, encouraging him. Yes, like that. Exactly like that.
He pressed one finger into her.
She gasped.
“Okay?” he breathed against her cheek.
She clasped him with her inner muscles, loving the sensation even though it felt very snug. She was so aroused, so close, she covered his hand with her own and pressed. She rocked her hips as he made love to her with his hand and shattered into a million pieces, cries muffled by his smothering kiss.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THEY WERE GOING to kill each other.
Mikolas was fully clothed and if she shaped him through his pants right now, he would explode.
But oh, she was amazing. He licked at her panting lips, wanting to smile at the way she clung to his mouth with her own, but weakly. She was still shivering with the aftershocks of her beautiful, stunning orgasm.
He caressed her very, very gently, coaxing her to remain aroused. He wanted to do that to her again. Taste her. Drown in her.