Page 54 of You + Me – Against the World

I dash across the basketball court as fast as my dress allows and make for the booth where I’d been hiding while waiting for him. Vadim follows at an unhurried pace, the picture of indifference, infuriatingly self-assured.

I flip the light switch. The tiny booth is swallowed by darkness, and it takes a few seconds for our eyes to adjust. Too impatient, I reach out for Vadim, and my hands find his chest. I freeze. He takes my fingers, lifts them to his mouth, kisses them, then slips them gently between his warm lips. I melt. He nudges the door shut with his foot and presses himself against me. Hard against me.

“I caught you, Alma Lancaster. So, what’s my reward?”

“Me…” I murmur, rising on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck.

As I kiss him, I feel his hands caressing my thighs and lifting my dress a few inches. Then he slips his fingers beneath the fabric, caresses my backside, lifts me up, and sets me on some kind of counter.

“Aren’t you afraid we’ll get caught?” he whispers against my neck.

“I am… But you make me want to take risks.”

Spreading my legs, I pull him against me, and my boldness seems to please him. Between kisses that leave our lips swollen and red, we struggle with our clothes, until his bare skin meets mine.

At last.

His skin is silky, warm, and taut over the muscles of his arms and broad shoulders. I want to taste him, feel him, dig my nails into him. Vadim slips his fingers between my thighs, and this unexpected intimacy makes me moan.

“Do you like that, Alma?”

I let out a groan that makes him smile.

“And this?”

His hardness brushes against my clitoris, slips away, and comes back. This cruel game is driving me crazy.

“Vadim, we don’t have much time.”

The urgency only intensifies my need for him.

“We don’t have to do anything, Alma. I just want to make you feel good…”

His whisper only fuels the fire inside me. I kiss him fiercely, then bite him. I need him inside me, badly.

Vadim understands what I want. He pulls away from me for a moment to rummage in the back pocket of his jeans, then produces a condom. He tears open the wrapper with his teeth.

Sitting in the dark on this little counter, I can’t believe I have the most gorgeous guy in the world standing in front of me, whispering the most exciting words I’ve ever heard.

I’m not even thinking anymore; my body is in charge. My hands find his lower back, urging him closer. My eyes fix on him, the forbidden fruit I’m about to bite into. No matter the consequences.

His intoxicating gaze locked on mine, he reads me, understands me, and slowly steps between my thighs. Our bodies come together, our sighs answering each other, until pleasure carries us away, one after the other. I soar, my eyes closed, but my heart wide open. Beating only for him now.

I collapse onto the floor and lie beside him, breathless, my body languid. Vadim grabs his jeans and hands me my dress. I struggle with it but manage to slip it on, with nothing underneath. He watches me, laughing softly.

“Stop making fun of me.”

“Do I look like I’m making fun of you?”

“What’s your secret, Arcadi?”

“What do you mean?”

“To make me forget the rest of the world. To slip into my mind, beneath my skin…”

“I’ve got nothing to do with it. It’s just… us. It’s You + Me.”

You + Me.