Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
And then he was giving what I had asked for. Kisses, kisses, and more kisses. I was pretty certain that this was a ‘waves crashing over you, two movie stars on the beach’, kind of kiss. The kind of kisses people wrote movies and books about.
The kind of kiss people wrote songs about.
I might not be experienced, but I knew an epic kiss when I felt it.
Our bodies moved together naturally, molding to each other in a sort of primal dance. We were fully dressed but it felt purely instinctual, and very, very hot. It felt… naughty.
He made sexy growling noises as he pressed his large, hot body into mine. I felt his hardness press into my belly and gasped. But I didn’t pull away. He lifted my leg, slinging it over his hip. Somehow, he had managed to get that part of my body closer.
Not that I was complaining. The heat of him… the pressure… nothing had ever felt so good. So right.
His hand slid up my side and closed over my breast. Even through my clothing his hand felt incredible. I had changed into another set of cozy velvet lounge pants with matching top, in a warm amber color this time. He had offered to change at the beginning of the flight, and I had agreed.
There were little slivers of light around the edges of the window shades. He must have lowered them after moving me to the bed, I realized. His thoughtfulness in all things warmed my heart as much as his body warmed my own. I felt a pleasing heat inside my core, a feeling of safety and security that I knew only the love of a masculine, loving man could bring.
A feeling that only Anton could bring.
My mouth opened under his gentle pressure and our tongues tangled in a heated dance. My hips started to rock, slowly at first, and then in a mounting tempo that matched his own. He groaned into my mouth as his fingers plucked at my nipple through the soft velvet tunic I wore.
“Mishka,” he breathed. There was a moment of stillness as we caught our breath, and then the kiss went wild. I had thought I had known passion before. But nothing compared to this.
His hands were on my thighs, pushing my pants down, but only a bit. Then I felt his fingers against me. Against my panties. He stroked me there, gently at first, and then with more insistence. I wanted more pressure. I wanted more… something. I could not have told you what that something was.
I whimpered and he tore his mouth away from mine. I could see the harsh look in his eyes as he braced himself on his forearms above me. My eyes fell to his lips and he cursed and rolled away from me.
For a moment I felt bereft. As if he did not want me. But his hand grasped mine and squeezed. Almost as if he knew what I was thinking. What I was feeling.
“We must stop, little one. I will not make love to you for the first time on a plane. Your first time should be special.”
“Oh,” I said shyly. “I understand”. He did want me. He was protecting my innocence. He wanted it to be special.
“Why don’t you wash up while I get us some caffeine,” he said a moment later. I nodded and sat up, putting my bare feet on the soft rug that covered the floor of the cabin. It was surprisingly soft and luxurious. Wool, I thought to myself without too much surprise.
Everything the Aslanov brothers touched or owned was the absolute best that money could buy. Exceptional to an almost ridiculous degree. I wondered suddenly how I fit into that equation. He thought I was extraordinary, though I was not sure I believed that. Did he still own me? Was I free to choose? Or was I merely another possession? A treasured possession, but an object all the same.
I found that, in that precise moment, I did not really care.
Whatever he was offering to me, I wanted to explore. I did not really have a choice. I was already his, whether I wanted to be or not.
The most surprising part was that I was glad about it. I had resisted his lure for so long. I wasn’t even afraid anymore. I wanted whatever this was. I had to see where it went.
Anton had done something extraordinary.
He had given me courage.
I had never been a fearful girl. My father had not raised me to be a coward. But I had not been exactly brave either. More wary, watching and seeing. Never taking risks. I was stubborn and stood up for what I believed in, but was I reckless? Never.
I had never skipped school, or smoked a cigarette in an abandoned lot with my friends. Never cheated on a test. Never kissed a boy or drank dessert wine stolen from someone’s parent’s liquor cabinet. I was safe. Reliable. Well behaved. Wise.