Chapter Thirty Three
Of course he was tough! And mean! At least that was the way most people saw him. He wasn't sure he wanted her to know that she had such a great effect on him... He didn't know if that was a good idea. He let out a dark growl.
“Yes, yes. You can growl all you want, big bad man.” Kelly added playfully.
Mocking him, was she?
“You want big and bad? I’ll give you big and bad.” he said, like she had challenged him.
With a determined gait, Dimitri carried her into his bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and dragged her legs onto the bed slowly until the spiked heel of her shoe dug into the cream-colored silk duvet, and then she licked her lips at the delectable specimen standing before her.
For a moment he just stood there, looking down at her. Then he touched his erection, stroking it suggestively.
“How big do you want?” he said seductively.
Kelly appeared fascinated as she stared at him, her eyes glued to where his cock stood upright. He was eager to fill her with it, ready to plung his throbbing shaft into her until she couldn’t take any more.
Her mouth formed just one word. “Big.”
With her eyes locked on his, Kelly let her knees fall apart and reveled in the quick hiss of breath he expelled before the guttural curse that followed.
"Damm it. Fuck, baby" he said hoarsely.
If nothing else, Dimitri Collins was damn good for her ego. He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world—no, as if she were the only woman in the world he wanted. That want was apparent in his eyes, which had grown darker than their usual brown color. His lips thinned as his tongue snaked out to ease over them. He looked hungry and she felt as if she were sitting on a sterling-silver tray, offering herself to him.
“I have been wanting to do this again since the first time I saw you at the office. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he asked.
Why did his voice arouse her this way? He was just a man talking as men sometimes did during sex. It should not have sent shivers down her spine or caused her thighs to tremble. But it did.
Her arms pulled him down to her, and he fitted his body to hers. She felt right, pinned underneath him. And she wouldn’t be able to escape unless he allowed it. Luckily, escape seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind. Why else would she wrap her legs around him and pull him into her center?
Dimitri welcomed her open invitation, and so did his cock which already pressed against her thigh. The skin-on-skin contact was enough to shoot a wave of heat through him.
In the background, he heard a faint ringing noise... His phone, but he blocked it out. For once, he didn't care about work... He didn't care about anything else. He didn’t want to be distracted from the pliable body in his arms, the soft fingers exploring him, the sweet scent engulfing him.
Kelly deserved his full attention. And she would have it. For a moment, he closed his eyes and blocked out everything else. And he realized that no emotions bombarded him. His mind was clear. Peace. This woman... She felt so right in his arms. Like she belonged to him. When he opened his eyes, his gaze collided with hers.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He sensed a twinge of alarm in her voice and shook his head, smiling. “Nothing! Absolutely nothing.” he replied, realizing that for the first time, he truly cared. He cared about this woman.
“Are you waiting for something?” she asked.
“Yes, for you to shut up, sugar.” he replied.
Dimitri muffled her protest with his lips. His erection settled against her soft core, and he nudged forward, forgetting about protection again and not caring, finding her wetness. Tight—oh her entrance felt so fucking tight. He loved how she took him in, and right now, he was close to bursting, and he wasn't even in yet.
Her pelvis tilted toward him, silently asking for penetration.
The loud ring again from his phone startled him, but a moment later his attention was diverted when Kelly’s hands clamped over his ass, trying to force him to plunge into her. She was certainly impatient, and satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, and he settled more firmly over and against her, every rock-hard, unforgiving plane of his body pressed to her softer, rounded curves.
“What did you say you were willing to give me, Kelly?” he growled, his erection at the entrance to her body.
“All of me,” she rasped, then gasped as he surged inside in one long, smooth, powerful thrust. “Take all of me.” She added.
And he did.
Not holding back. Not allowing her to hold back.
He slid his hands under her ass, angled her up and, withdrawing in a slow drag that lit up nerve endings like fireworks, he then plunged back inside her. Stealing her breath. Words. Sanity.
Circling her arms and legs around his neck and hips, she clung to him, let him hurl her into the storm he created with each flex, each parry and thrust, each branding kiss.
The man was a sexual act of God.
“Fast and hot,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking hot, Kelly! You are scorching hot, baby!”
He powered into her, taking her body, giving her pleasure…breaking every notion of what sex really was. Because she’d had sex with other men before, but as he buried himself in her again and again, riding her until her thighs trembled and her breath stuttered, she could admit to herself that this…he exceeded all of it.
This kind of intense sex, she’d never experienced... Except when she was with him.
And already, even though she’d promised herself there couldn’t be a repeat, she craved it again. She would never get enough of him.
She arched off the bed, her thighs trembling as her release stormed through her body. “Dimitri,” she cried out, fearing and welcoming the end that swelled dangerously near.
“Yes! Give it all to me, Kelly! Let it go, baby,” he ordered, his voice harsh with the same need that clawed at her. “Let go and give it to me. Give me what’s mine”
