Chapter Twenty Nine

She knew that Dimitri was right. She wanted him all right, but she was seriously overthinking the consequences that this decision could have on her.

It was different when she didn't know who he was, but now, even when she knew, her feelings didn't change one bit. She wanted to be with him, and she was considering his suggestion that they spend the night together.

The car sped through the night, smooth and silent, the darkness of the interior ensuring their privacy and increasing the intimacy. And again, Kelly made a wild decision.

Dimitri was staring out the window too, and he had one hand on the car seat. Kelly watched him for a few seconds and then slowly, she let her hand slid to his. Gently she stroked his wrist with her fingers, and she felt Dimitri tense immediately.

Dimitri didn't turn to look at her, because he wasn't really sure she was touching him on purpose. And he was almost sure the touch had been a mistake, But then, she slid her palm into his. And when an electrical charge sizzled up his arm and straight to his cock, he knew he was a goner. Only pride kept him from jerking his hand away from hers.

He shifted his gaze from the window to their clasped hands, and then to her eyes, expecting to see the same shock. Instead he saw want.... Need... Lust.

"Yes" she whispered.

"What?" Dimitri asked, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. He knew exactly what she was saying yes to, but he wanted to hear her say it. That she wanted him too... As much as he wanted her. "What are you saying yes to, Kelly?"

She sucked in a shaky breath, letting go of her pride, because she wanted to be honest to herself. This was what she wanted, and she couldn't change it, no matter how much she wanted to.

"I want to spend the night with you" she said, then she added quickly, "But just for tonight. We get it all out tonight"

Dimitri's gaze dipped to her hand once again, then slowly he lifted their hands and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. His gaze lifted until it met her eyes. A shiver rippled through her, and he didn’t miss it.

“My heart isn’t good, Kelly. I’m selfish. Greedy. Spoiled. And if you knew the thoughts in my head right now, about you, you would remove your hand from mine. You said no before... But now... You have to be certain that you want this too” he warned.

She didn’t remove her hand. Even though her heart thudded against her sternum, she didn’t heed his warning.

“Go on and ask me,” he murmured, and her breath caught in her lungs at the sin in his voice. “You’re thinking it. I can see that in those pretty brown eyes. Ask me what thoughts are in my head.”

Here in the darkened car, the caution that ruled her life started to unravel. That small, low whisper encouraging her to take grew in volume, in strength. In this car, cut off from the real world, with only the man she fantasized about, she was Eve reaching for the apple even knowing she shouldn't. Knowing that traveling down this path with him would be one of the biggest mistakes of her life… She bit the apple.

“What are your thoughts about me?” she asked, the question barely there.

“Are you sure?” he pressed. When she nodded, he did, as well. “I think you are so fucking sexy. At the party I couldn't stop watching you... I didn't want to stop. There is something about you that's so captivating. Watching you walk is pure sex. The confident stride of those legs that mesmerize a man. Give him thoughts of how they would clasp him in their strong embrace. The sensual sway of hips I want to dig my fingers into while I press you close and take your mouth that was created to be claimed, corrupted. I have been with you twice, but it's hardly enough.... I don't know if I'm ever going to to have enough. Corruption. Sin. Desire in flesh. And I want to kneel in front of you and beg you to consign me to your hell. Because I want to burn in you. With you.”

Oh God.

Desire, scorching hot and out of control, blazed a path from her belly, up her chest and to every limb of her body. Consuming her. With just words, he caused her nipples to tighten, her sex to spasm in need. Thank God she was sitting, because her trembling legs wouldn’t have supported her. Not when the blood in her veins had become liquid lust. Not when the breath in her lungs had evaporated into smoke.

I want to kneel in front of you… Because I want to burn in you. With you.

Memories came flooding back. Now, she could do nothing but picture him on his knees in front of her, that proud head tilted back, his amazing eyes fixed on her. His fingers clasping the tab of her zipper and steadily lowering… She closed her eyes, not to block out the image but to dwell on it.

“Kelly” Gentle but firm fingers pinched her chin and lifted her head. “Look at me,” Dimitri ordered, and she did. When she stared into his amazing eyes, he nodded. “Your turn. Tell me something nobody knows. Something that will stay here in this car,” he said.

Could she do this only for tonight? Slap the time-out button and live brashly, without a thought for the consequences? Who would she hurt?

Maybe just herself once morning dawned. But she was prepared to walk out of here accepting that when she returned to work, he would go back to the guy she was trying to stop from ruining her father's company. If she could have this slice of time with Dimitri, then she’d deal with whatever happened later.

“I like tequila shots,” she whispered. “What no one knows is you’re like that hit of tequila. Potent as hell, hot and strong like the first punch of alcohol to the stomach—and I’ll gladly get drunk on it, on you, even knowing I’ll be hungover and remorseful in the morning.”

The silence between them thickened and heated. His grip on her chin tightened, and the slight pressure drew a gasp from her. His eyes. They seemed to glow with the same need that snapped inside of her. His skin tautened across his cheekbones, his sensual, full mouth flattening into a firm line.

“Do you understand what you do to a man like me when you say that?” he growled.

“A man like you?” she rasped.

“I told you,” he said, voice rough, harsh. His hand shifted from her face and up into her hair, loosening the bun and gripping the strands. “I’m greedy. Selfish. And will take without conscience what you’re offering me.” He tugged on her hair, and pinpricks of pleasure danced across her scalp. She sank her teeth in her bottom lip to trap a moan. “What are you offering me, Kelly?” he asked.

“Me,” she breathed. “For tonight. All of me.”

As if those words snapped a fraying leash on his control, Dimitri swooped down and crushed his mouth to hers. Oh God. She hadn’t been prepared. Maybe she’d believed she was. But foolish, foolish her—she wasn't. One hand rose to his wrist, the slender fingers wrapping around and hanging on to him. The other slipped inside his jacket and settled on his chest before sliding up to his neck, her thumb resting on his pulse.

Not prepared for the intensity, the hunger, the ravishing. She felt silly even thinking that antiquated word, but no other could describe how he consumed her. Dragged her under with the thrust of his tongue, the hard but sensual molding of his lips to hers.

His holds in her hair and on her chin tightened. He tugged her head back farther, and his thumb pressed  firmer just under her bottom lip. Both helplessly and willingly, she opened wider for him, for the plunging and tangling of his tongue. For his possession. A possession she not only welcomed but craved like her next breath.

He had become that vital.

His mouth abandoned hers, and with a disappointed whimper, she followed him. But he shifted his grip to her jaw and held her still. He trailed a sizzling path from her lips, down her throat and to the crook be-tween neck and shoulder. There, he nuzzled her, and she gasped as a jolt leaped from that spot to her taut nipples, through her knotted belly and down to the already damp and spasming flesh between her thighs.

Reaching for steady purchase to cling to in the erotic maelstrom, she dug her fingernails into his shoulder.

And held on.

“Come here,” he murmured, his hands dropping to her hips and drawing her toward him. Over him. In breathless seconds, she straddled his rock-hard thighs.

Slowly lowered herself until the long, thick length of his erection pressed against her lace covered sex.

A low, shaky gust pushed out of her lungs. Damn. He was… Screw it. He was big. Maybe bigger than before... That wasn't possible... But that was how it felt.

Rolling her hips, she stroked her sex over him. A blame full body shiver worked its way through her, and she groaned at the stunning pleasure. Layers of clothes separated them, but they didn’t prevent her from feeling him. His width, his hardness, his strength.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she ground against him, rubbing, rocking over his flesh, getting lost in the swells of desire that threatened to quickly drown her in the release that already loomed wonderfully close. Jeez. She was going to embarrass herself by coming quickly just from some fully clothed dry humping, and she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“I like that you’re using me for your pleasure, baby,” he praised in a silk-and-gravel voice that both slid over and abraded her skin…her nerve endings. “But don’t hide from me.” He pressed his thumb to her lip and gently tugged it free from her teeth. “I want to hear every sound, every word of your need for me. Don’t keep anything from me.”

Oh God. He was temptation, a sinful lure enticing her to fall in the most spectacular of ways.... And he was going to destroy her.

His hand stroked her hip before he slipped it between her legs, touching her through the fabric of her panties. She sighed involuntarily. His touch wasn’t rough as she’d expected, but gentle, teasing.

“I was so fucking hard for you last night.... Actually It's been that way since I met you. I have been thinking about you a lot,” he continued whispering into her ear while his finger ran along her folds. “I was in agony with wanting to be inside you.”

Her breath hitched at the thought of it. He was? It was good to know that she wasn't the only one feeling this way. The thought elated her.

Dimitri's hand drew up and briefly slipped over her clit, before he let it slide into her panties. Kelly held her breath as he traveled through her curly mound of hair, then stroked lower. The heat shooting through her core made her exhale sharply. When his finger touched her naked sex, she realized she was wet and yearning to be taken by him.

“I want my cock in you tonight. To fill you, again and again. I want to eat your pussy and make you come with my mouth.” he said hoarsely.

The images he was projecting, together with his probing finger at her core, made her break out in an instant hot flash. His mouth nipped at her earlobe, not helping either. Instead of trying to stop him, she tilted her pelvis toward his hand. This was madness. But she didn’t care.

“I want to taste you again... And again..... And I won't let you leave until you have been thoroughly fucked,” he said and dipped his finger into her. Her hips bucked toward him, wanting more, but Dimitri instantly pulled his hand out and away from her. She at him and saw how his finger came to his lips, and how he sucked it into his mouth, licking it clean.

“Delicious.” he murmured.

Kelly gasped and felt her knees buckle. This man! He was seducing her, plain and simple, and she had no defenses. They had all crumbled, and once again she had lost all control.

“Dimitri, please . . . ” She said. She had no idea what she wanted to ask him or tell him. Her brain was mush. His scent was all around her, enveloping her in a cocoon of desire.

Maybe he had understood what she was unable to tell him, because his hand came back, and again he slipped it into her panties. He penetrated her once more, then withdrew instantly and pulled his finger up and over her clit, circling it slowly.