“Worked up?” He bit back. “You do not know what worked up is. And that was only the cocktail hour. That was not even enough to whet my appetite.”
Christ, that hurt. If he wanted to play games, fine. I’d fight back how he wanted, anything for him not to leave.
“Oh yeah? Then why can I feel you growing in my hand, huh? I feel your cock getting bigger. Harder.” Leaning in closer, I lied and said, “Just like when Hayden’s cock grew in my hand.” Kova’s eyes took on an unnatural shade of green. I began moving my hand to rub him. “Tell me you don’t want it. That this was a mistake. That each time we were together was a mistake.”
“Why do you want this so bad?” his voice cracked. “Why do you push me?”
Biting my lip, my eyes softened with my heart at the despair in his voice. I shrugged. This back and forth was really starting to get to me. I could tell it was getting to Kova just the same.
“I don’t know, I just do. It’s a feeling I can’t explain. I like being around you, Kova. I like talking to you, I like your presence. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” I swallowed hard, praying my next words wouldn’t be thrown back in my face. “You feel it, don’t you? This connection? The chemistry? It’s why you keep saying it was a mistake, isn’t it?”
“You took the words out of my mouth.” He shook his head in disbelief, clenching his eyes shut over his admission.
A gentle smile eased my face when he opened his eyes and looked at me.
“You need to let go of me.” He groaned as I began working him through his shorts. His hips thrusting into my hand contradicted his words. “This is a dangerous game we are playing.”
His chest began to move—slower, deeper breaths he thought he was hiding from me. His hand loosened on my arm and slowly, very slowly, began to slide down to my wrist that stroked his erection.
“Fuck it.”
Kova reached for my chest and palmed my breasts, pinching my nipples hard. Groaning from the sharp sting that radiated throughout my body, I soaked it up. Pain and pleasure combined. A hidden desire stirred deep in my belly for more.
Rolling my lip between my teeth, I tugged at the waistband of his shorts and slowly slid them down his tapered hips. His stomach flexed against the backs of my fingers. A light dusting of hair came into view, followed by a thick, heavy shaft.
“Christ,” he groaned
, fisting my duvet until his knuckles turned white.
I pulled his shorts completely off him and stared in bewilderment. Kova was rock solid, hard like his body, and standing tall. The sight of him splayed out caused a rush of excitement to coat my thighs. Goose bumps broke out over my skin, and it was then that it dawned on me just how much of a man Kova really was.
“How the hell does that thing fit in me?” I blurted out, and slammed a hand over my mouth. Kova chuckled, his shoulders relaxing, and he palmed his naked flesh.
“You would be surprised how easy I can work it in when you are wet.”
Reaching out with my hand, my thumb moved on its own accord, rubbing the prominent vein on his dick over and over and watching as it flattened under my pressure then expanded up once I released. Kova sucked in a breath. The sudden image of my tongue doing this had me jutting out my breasts, longing for his touch once again.
While I played with his penis and got familiar with him, I realized my hand was damp. Glancing down, I noticed a droplet at the head and moved to touch it. I slid it through the tips of my fingers, and Kova placed his hand over mine. I looked at him and waited. He began to move my hand over his erection, signaling me to squeeze tighter.
I picked up the pace and stroked him harder and faster.
“Yes…” he mumbled unintelligibly. “Like that.”
Leaning forward, my lips sucked at his neck. Kova fisted my hair, tugging my head back, and cupped my jaw before leaning in to steal a kiss.
His greedy tongue took my breath away. He released my hair, and his hands traveled down to my breasts where he palmed them both in a rough grip, making me moan. His thumbs ran circles over my puckered nipples, and I continued to stroke him. But it wasn’t enough for me—or him. I wanted to make him feel good, the same way he did me, but I’d never actually gone down on a guy before, let alone a man.
“Adrianna…” he panted. “Do you have any idea how bad I want this? Want you? I want to slide into you again and fuck you senseless. God, I want you to ride me.” His touch was everywhere, almost as if he couldn’t get enough. I loved the attention he was giving me. I wanted more, as much as I could take from him.
“You undo me,” he confessed. “You have played with yourself before, right?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to find my voice.
Kova jutted his chin up, but looked down through heavy lashes. “Touch yourself while I jack off.”
Looking down at the thick erection in my hand, I asked, “Can I do it for you?”
“Do what, Adrianna?”