propped his weight on his elbows, and the lust in his eyes made her look away, but he was having none of that. “Eyes up, Becca. Look at me. I want those eyes.”
This was a side of him she’d never seen before, this demanding, dominant side. It caused her to tense up, but in places that shouldn’t be tensing. It turned her on, and that was something she’d never admit to him. Best to let him kiss her then beat the shit out of him. She’d sleep in the Jeep tonight if she couldn’t find another room.
When she finally managed to meet his gaze, she wanted to hide from what she saw. They burned with a desire that lit the cooling embers of her own.
“Good girl.” He dipped his head and trailed feather light kisses over her face, teasing her even as she forced herself to stay still, to show no reaction to something she’d dreamed of for years. The reality was so much better than the fantasy. The heaviness of him, his smell invading everything…oh, yeah, definitely better than the fantasy.
His lips finally met hers, but they weren’t hard and demanding like they’d been last night. They were gentle, even hesitant as they learned the feel of hers. Dimitri took his time, his tongue darting out to trace her lips before sucking her bottom one into his mouth. It was odd. She’d never had someone do that before, but odd good. She liked the sensation.
This time when his tongue slipped into her mouth, she was ready for it. And still, it did her no good. Tingles broke out along her skin, the slow burn that started earlier erupted, and she gasped, her hands automatically going around his neck.
He pulled away, gathered her hands in one of his, and jerked them over her head. “Sweetheart, if you touch me right now, more than a kiss is going to be happening.”
His lips recaptured hers, and he began an assault in earnest. Before, he’d been teasing, playing with her, but now he meant it. He deepened the kiss, his lips mastering hers with ease, and she let him. She’d wanted to resist, but there was no resisting Dimitri. Why she thought she could was beyond her. He had her good and truly trapped, all avenues of escape gone.
So, she did the one thing she promised not to—she gave in and kissed him back. His groan matched her own when her tongue started to duel with his. She tried to pull her hands free, needing to touch him, but his hold tightened. Two could play that game. Her leg was wedged between his, and she rubbed it up against his cock. She felt him go completely still before finally pulling his lips from hers.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Yes. “No.”
“Then don’t do things that will make me do exactly that.”
“You wouldn’t.” This much she was certain of. A kiss was one thing, but Dimitri would never force himself on her, no matter how aroused he might be. It wasn’t his way.
He dropped his head in the crook of her neck, breathing hard. “This was a bad idea.”
“I told you that already, asshole.”
He pushed himself up off the bed. He didn’t say a word as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
Asshole.
Chapter Eight
Dimitri found her organizing books into bags when he came out of the bathroom, one long, cold shower later, finally calm enough to face her. He wouldn’t apologize for kissing her. She’d enjoyed it every bit as much as he had, though he was pretty sure she’d never admit it.
He’d had a come-to-Jesus moment this morning when he’d had her in his arms. He wanted her. The feeling wasn’t going to go away. The longer he spent with her, the worse it was going to get. He’d wanted a few women in his life in a bad, bad way, but never like this, never this intensely. She’d felt perfect in his arms, and it wasn’t something he wanted to lose. He wanted to explore it.
He also knew it might lead to the same place all his women did, and it nearly killed him thinking about how badly he would hurt her. It was the only reason he decided to slow this down. He wasn’t going to ignore this thing between them. He wanted to see where it might go. He’d do his damnedest not to hurt her, but she’d flipped that dominant, possessive gene in him this morning. He