Chapter Seventeen
"Look, I'm sorry but I didn't mean to do that. I have been really worried about coming here today because I don't know much about the company. I needed some kind of distraction and there you were.... I mean.... You understand what I mean... I don't mean that I just used you as a distraction.... I just mean that.... I don't even know. I'm rambling I know. I tend to keep on rambling when I'm nervous till someone stops me....and I feel like I'm saying the word 'mean' a lot"
"Okay okay. Stop please" Dimitri said, and watched as she breathed deeply and buried her face in her hands. There was a brief silence while he studied her beneath distractingly think dark lashes, "I'm sorry too" he said finally, "I'm sorry I didn't ask. I guess we both just got caught up in the moment. That night with you.... It was beautiful...." he paused, and then added, "And I would gladly be there for you if you need me to distract you anytime"
She lifted her head, suddenly shy again, trying to avoid his gaze, and also trying not to smile at his last statement. She had seen the heat that had suddenly entered those dark, caressing eyes as he spoke of that night. Instantly making her aware of how tingly her breasts felt, the nipples were pebble-hard and aching, and she hoped he couldn't see outline through her bra and shirt.
Dimitri closed in on her, the width of his shoulders ensuring that he was the focus of her gaze. She could no longer see the desk behind him.
All she could see was glittering, dark eyes and a hard sensual mouth that knew how to drive a woman to distraction. Slowly, he lifted a hand and brushed her cheek gently with his fingers.
"You said something about being nervous. Tell me, Do I make nervous, Kelly?" he asked thickly.
She had forgotten about everything else from the moment he touched her, "Dimitri..." she began. She wanted to tell him move away, that they shouldn't be doing this, that he shouldn't be touching her like this, but his name sounded like a plea on her lips and she watched his mouth curve slightly in acknowledgement of that plea. He could see everything, she thought desperately. He knew she wanted him again. Knew her thoughts. Her feelings. The strange buzz in her body. He had access to all of it.
"Yes....Kelly" he drawled, the smile on his face hovered somewhere between self satisfaction and amusement, urging her to continue speaking.
She moistened her lips. "I should go back to my office now—Dimitri?" Her gaze was raised to his in alarm as his hand moved to curve around the nape of her neck.
"Dimitri" she said again, But she could only protest half-heartedly as that hand tightened and he began to draw her inexorably closer to him.
Kelly couldn't move. She couldn't move away..... She didn't want to. She wanted to taste his lips again. Only for a little while, they didn't have to go over board, she told herself. She felt totally captivated by the intensity of his eyes as his gaze so easily held hers. Her lips were already moist and parted as his mouth claimed hers. First gently, searchingly. Then hungrily as he opened her lips even further at the same time as he pulled her into his heat and curved her body into his much harder one.
Her response was instant. Spectacularly out of control, and her hands moved up his chest and she clung to those wide muscled shoulders as Dimitri's lips continued to devour and claim hers.
She didn't have the will-power to protest, was too lost in pleasure as they kissed with lips, tongues and teeth. Fiercely. Hungrily. Memories of that night urging them on.
Dimitri moved backward so she was pressed against his desk, and then in one swift movement, he lifted her so she was seated on the desk and he stood between her legs. Kelly pulled her lips from his.
"Dimitri, the door" she said, but she still held on to him.
"It's locked. And nobody is going to come in unless I ask them to" Dimitri replied hastily, and crushed his lips back on hers.
Kelly's hands moved restlessly across Dimitri s back, tracing and caressing each and every part in a way that seemed to increase the hunger of his mouth as it moved passionately over hers.
When she tried to take off her glasses, he stopped her, "No," he said, "leave them on Kelly"
She did as he asked and his hands moved to curve about the firm thrust of her breasts, the soft pad of his thumbs tracing the outline of her hardened nipples, the elusiveness of those near caresses sending rivers of expectation, pleasure, pooling between Kelly's thighs.
She wanted—Oh, God, she wanted…!
She broke the kiss to gasp. "Please, Dimitri…!" And that gasp became a shuddering cry as he pushed her shirt and bra, exposing her hardened nipple and then lowered his head to claim the fiery tip, drawing the nipple into the heat of his mouth and laving it with the rasp of his tongue…
But it was still not enough as far as Dimitri was concerned. He wanted to see, to touch, to kiss every silken inch of Kelly's bare flesh.
He moved his mouth reluctantly from her breast so that he could move back slightly, his dark gaze resting briefly on her flushed face before he glanced down to watch as he undid her buttons, pulling the shirt down even further so that he could bare her breasts, full and lush, the nipples a deep rose-pink, perfect in their arousal.
The skin of his hands looked dark against the pale creaminess of her flesh as he cupped the fullness of both breasts, claiming those nipples to roll them, gently squeeze them between thumb and finger. Dimitri felt his thighs throb in the same pleasurable rhythm as Kelly thrust her breasts forward in silent offering.
Dimitri groaned his satisfaction as he moved between her parted legs, and then bent his head to take one delicious-tasting nipple into his mouth even while his hand continued to lavish attention on its twin.
She was so responsive, and Dimitri couldn't get enough of her as he turned his head to pay attention to her other nipple, licking, biting, sucking, pleasuring her until Kelly writhed against him, her breasts jutting higher so that he could draw her even further into his mouth.
