“God, I missed you,” he says. “I didn’t think it would be possible to miss someone so much when you’ve only known them weeks, but I missed you like crazy.”
He tips my chin up and kisses me. It’s soft and gentle and achingly sweet. I want more, though, despite everything; I always want more with this man. Taking over the kiss, I lick along his mouth, asking for entry, and he gives it with a groan. He doesn’t leave me in charge for long. His hands come up to my hair, tangling in it, and angling my head as he deepens our kiss.
All it takes from him is a kiss, and I’m ready for him.
“I want you,” I say to him.
He pulls back, his lips wet, but his eyes serious. “You’re hurt. I don’t want to risk hurting you more. You need to heal.”
“But I’m so horny,” I moan. “I’ve been in hospital, and I didn’t get any relief.” I pout, making a joke of it, but also meaning it. I do want him. Badly.
His frown deepens and then clears, like storm clouds parting, and he grins. It’s dirty as hell and goes right to my core. Gently, oh-so-gently, he picks me up and places me at the edge of the bed. He kisses each of my feet before he kneels and kisses his way up my legs. Taking an ankle in each hand, he throws my legs over his shoulder and kisses farther up to my inner thighs. He pauses and stares at me right there. I’m squirming under his scrutiny. A little embarrassed and a whole lot turned on.
He dives in, going right where I need him. Konstantin could get a PhD in oral sex; he’s that good at it. His tongue is magical, and he drives me crazy as he licks and sucks and licks again. He does this thing where he flicks his tongue side to side rapidly, and it drives me nuts. Before long, my legs shake, and my heart thunders.
I stiffen, and then I’m falling, falling, falling. Waves of pleasure crash over me as I cry out his name while he guides me through it.
The French call an orgasm the little death, but I don’t understand why. I never feel more alive than in these moments with Konstantin. It’s like a thrill ride, but one where I feel both exhilarated and safe at the same time.
I sit up with a wince and beckon him to come to me. He does, kissing my breasts and neck.
Reaching for him, I start to undo his zipper.
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head.
“What? Why? Don’t you … don’t you want to?”
He laughs. “Jesus, Cassie, I want to crawl inside you and never leave. You’re injured. You bust those stitches and you’re back in the hospital. You risk infection and God knows what else.”
“You must be horny, though.”
“I’m a big boy; I can handle it.”
I blush as I think how much I’d like to see him handle it again. This time with him knowing about it. I ought to tell him about what I saw him do, but I’m scared to. He might hate me for it. I violated his privacy in the worst way. Then again, if I don’t tell him, it will keep being something I’m keeping from him. A secret.
“What are you thinking about?” He smiles. “You’re all red and embarrassed.”
“I’ve got something to confess, and you might be angry.”
“Oh?” His face turns serious as he watches me. “Go on.”
Go on. The way he says it is a command, and I second guess myself, but then I woman up and face him.
“Back in the start, when you first made me go with you to your house, I saw something. I went to have a swim, and you and Liza were in the steam room. I hid behind a plant. I know I shouldn’t have, and I don’t understand why I did. I tried to leave, but she propositioned you and stormed out, and you locked the door. I saw you … erm … what you did.”
I can’t read his expression. “Oh, you did, did you?”
I bite my lip. “Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“God yes,” I breathe.
“Want to see again?” His voice is rough, throaty.
“Yes, please.”
He kneels over me and undoes his zip, taking himself out but not taking his trousers off. There’s a stark power differential. Me naked, on my back under him. Konstantin above me, fully clothed except for his amazing cock,