Dark lust flashed through his gaze. “Do you hear me, mysh?”
The soft way he said my name had my toes flexing.
“Maybe…” I swallowed. “Maybe…I’m falling too.”
“Maybe?” He lifted my face to his and kissed me. “Maybe, we’re figuring this falling in love together…as people die around us.”
“Well, I’ve heard it’s hard to fall in love, even when people aren’t dying around them.”
He caressed my cheek, making me even more wet with the gesture. “Then, we’ll have to show everyone how easy it can be, no matter what comes our way.”
This kind of conversation scared me. His words didn’t sound like our situation would be temporary. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t want us to be short. In fact, I didn’t like the idea of not being around him at all.
“I can change, if you can,” he whispered.
“I can.”
He didn’t break that intense gaze. “Don’t disappear.”
“Then don’t tell me where to stay.”
“Then make sure I always know where you’re at.”
“You too.”
That’s right, Kaz. This goes both ways. I’m worried about you dying too! Why the hell do you think I raced around that castle tonight?
Heat filled his gaze. “Okay. You’ll know where I am.”
He stuck his finger a little between my parted lips. I sucked his finger in the same way I yearned to suck his cock.
“Mysh,” he moaned.
I moved my mouth from his finger. “Were you in love with the ballerina?”
“No.”
“But you think Sasha killed her because he thought you were in love with her?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I think Valentina did.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, but I’m going to put Maxwell on it.”
“Maxwell?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “You’re right about a lot. You’ve had my back, and right now you’re the only one I can trust. Someone close to me is coming after me, and it’s not just Sasha. Sasha is supposed to take the fall and keep me busy. There’s someone else in the background pulling his puppet strings.”
“So, we’re in this together?”
“Yes.”
“Equals?”
“Not equals.” He grinned. “I could never get on your level, mysh.”
“Funny,” I murmured as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
For the first time since I’d been in the suite, I leaned into the kiss. There was a soft rumble in his chest as he reached over and slipped his hands along my hips and then cupped my ass.
Why would I ever fight with him? How can I ever be mad with Kaz? He’s becoming my everything.
I couldn’t help myself as I shifted my body into him. Without even realizing it, I was running my fingers along the buttons of his shirt. It all had to go. His shirt, pants, boxer briefs. It all had to go. Disappear. Fall away. I could picture the hard, muscular body hidden underneath his clothing, and it was only a few short movements away from my fingers. I needed the barriers between us removed—not just his clothes, but our stubbornness for each other.
“Now, the discussion is done.” I slid one or two buttons out of their holes, slipped my fingers in, and felt those rippling muscles beneath his warm skin. The shirt pretty much disintegrated. I ripped it off with several hard tugs.
He licked his lips as he watched me. The bulge in his pants grew with each yank. I couldn’t wait to see his cock next.
He tasted and stole me away with his tongue, and when I moaned under him, he finally let me come up for air.
There was both fear and desire in his eyes. The skin around his mouth was raw and forming a five o’clock shadow. He looked rough and elegant all at the same time.
He gave me an intense stare. “I wanted to kill the men on the dance floor.”
“Why?”
“Because they could see you.”
I smiled. “You’re going to have to lighten up.”
“Will I?” His lips moved to the sensitive hollow of my throat, and I couldn’t think. Cold air nipped at my skin. It mixed with the searing heat of my arousal. I felt dizzy. Every nerve in my body screamed for him to wrap her legs around his waist and draw him closer.
Unable to resist, I tore the shirt off him.
He watched as I ripped his expensive shirt away. I pushed the shirt down and slid my hands over his chest. His skin was warm and taut beneath my palms. “I don’t like that you have an ex-lover.”
“The ballerina?”
“Yes.”
“I wouldn’t call her an ex-lover. It wasn’t for long.”
My heart ached a little. “How long was it?”
“Off and on for a few months, but if you combined the amount of time we spent together, it would be a week or less.”
“That’s kind of like us.”
“No, mysh.” He helped undress me, taking off my blouse, and unsnapping my bra. My breasts swung heavy.
“You and I are something very different.” He leaned down and sucked a nipple in his mouth, drawing on it hard. His touch teased and tormented me. He’d discovered how sensitive my nipples were. I could come from his tongue alone.
A cry escaped my lips. He lapped around the circle forming my areola before sucking the nipple’s point in again.
“Fuck,” I moaned, slowly pushed him away, and leaned back. “I don’t know if I can ever say goodbye to you.”
“You’ll never have to know.” His hands went to the snap on my jeans. My pants were on the floor in a manner of seconds.
A minute later, he had me spread out on an elegant crystal dining table. And he was a mad man. He pushed the plates and let them crash to the floor. His hot mouth traveled over my breasts and down my stomach, nipping at my navel.
He stared at my panties—the only thing he hadn’t torn off.
I reached out to undo his pants.
He moved my hands away.
I pouted.
“I should punish you.”
“You really should.”
“You were so bad.” He stroked my pussy lightly over the silk fabric of the panties.
“I’m sorry.”
He stroked some more, leaned his huge body over and kissed me again.
“Take off your pants.” Unable to help myself, I yanked him forward and wrapped my legs around him. The rough material of his pants scraped over my clit, and I couldn’t help but do it again and again. My body had a mind of its own and a hunger that would not be refused tonight.
He growled low in his chest and reached up to pinch my nipples. Something between pleasure and pain seared through me, and I cried out. “Just do it.”
He groaned.
I pleaded with him. “Just fuck me.”
“I will. But first you will beg.”
Something snapped inside me, and I pushed him back.
“I won’t.”
“You won’t?” His voice was a warning, but it didn’t stop me.
“This is mine.” I unbuckled his belt and yanked down his pants and boxer briefs. When his cock sprang free, I reached up and slid a finger from the base to tip. “I don’t beg for what’s mine.”