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My stomach flips. “Viktor.”
“You asked what I thought about when I was away.” He bends his head, mouth brushing over my collarbone. “This. Your hand, your mouth. The sounds you try to hide. So show me.”
I slide my hand between my thighs to join his, and his eyes follow, focused as though nothing else in the world exists beyond my hand moving under his.
“Do you like me showing you?” I ask.
His gaze lift to mine. “I like many things about you, Heidi.”
My fingers still on his, and I bite my lip. “Tell me.”
“I like that you are greedy for my touch. I like that you came thinking about me instead of finding someone else. I like that you were wearing my name while you were this fucking wet.”
I laugh, but it falls apart when he nudges my hand away. He strokes two fingers through me, circling my clit in the same way he’s just watched me do in front of him. My knees buckle, but he steadies me with his free arm and strokes me again. Pleasure bolts through me as I tilt my hips into his hand, and Viktor watches my face before leaning in to suck on my bottom lip.
My hand slides into his wet hair, tugging at it. “Did you fuck yourself thinking about me, Viktor?”
“Yes.”
“Were you good for me?”
His mouth moves down my jaw, teeth grazing the skin beneath my ear. “So fucking good, baby.”
A slow, filthy smile pulls at my mouth, and I drag my nails lightly down the planes of his chest, down the wet muscles of his stomach, and stop just short of where he wants my hands.
“Tell me more.”
His other hand flexes at my back. “I thought about your mouth on mine, about you telling me you were horny, and what might have happened if you didn’t have champagne.”
“That was very noble of you.”
“No.” His hand slides lower, gripping my ass, pulling me hard against him. “It was very fucking difficult.”
He kisses me again, and I slide my hand lower to wrap around his cock. Viktor’s whole body jerks, and the sound he makes against my mouth is filthy enough to ruin me. I slowly stroke him under the water, feeling the hard, heavy length of him jump in my palm. He breaks the kiss, forehead dropping to mine, his breath harsh against my lips.
“Heidi.”
“Is this okay?”
His laugh is low and strained. “Yes.”
“Good.” I tighten my grip a little, dragging my thumb over the head of him, moaning when his fingers tease my clit again in answer. “Because I’ve been thinking about this, too.”
“How much?”
“Often.” I stroke him again and tilt my head, kissing the corner of his mouth. “So your little plan with the open door tonight was highly convenient.”
His eyes flare. “It was not my plan.”
“Shame. It was a good one.”
Another laugh tears out of him, and then he kisses me deeper and dirtier, while his fingers work me faster. I follow his rhythm with my hand, learning what makes his breath catch and his hips push forward. He likes it when I twist my wrist and when I tighten my hand near the base.
And he really fucking likes it when I look down between us and watch myself stroke him.
Water runs down his face, over his mouth, into the hollow of his throat, and he looks so unlike the immovable, silent man everyone thinks he is that a dangerous feeling sparks in my chest. This is private and only mine for a suspended moment, and I like it. Viktor breathing my name and touching me with patience, even with his hard cock moving in firm thrusts through my hand.
When my knees tremble, he presses me back into the tiles. The cool wall against my skin makes me gasp, and he uses the moment to tease my pussy. I clutch his shoulder and my eyes close, with pleasure rolling through me.
