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Then he releases it with a warm tug and moves to the other.
I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his soft hair, holding him close to me in case he changes his mind and tries to leave.
He fists a hand in my hair as his mouth explores my skin. It feels a bit like he’s holding onto me, too. Even though it isn’t necessary.
I’m not going anywhere.
“Timofey.” I arch my back and he kisses down the center of my body. He loops an arm around me and drags me to the edge of the bed.
My legs part instinctively, and he settles between them.
“Timofey. What are we doing?”
He kisses lower and lower, around my hip and on the inside of my legs. His breath cools over the dampness gathering between my thighs.
He still doesn’t answer my question. Not with words, anyway. But he does me one better: he dips between my legs and drives the question from my mind entirely.
He circles my clit with his tongue and teases my opening until I’m grinding against his mouth. Until he has to lay an arm across my hips to keep me on the mattress.
“T-Timofey…” I tug on his dark, silky hair as he devotes all of his energy to making sure I lose the power of speech. And when he sucks, that’s exactly what I do. A garbled mess of vowels and consonants pour out of me in a breathless fog. My thighs clamp around his ears, and I jerk against his mouth until I melt into a useless puddle on the bed.
When Timofey climbs over me, his lips are shiny from my orgasm. I brush my thumb over them, seeing him through my lust-colored glasses. “What are we doing, Timofey?”
He glances down towards my waist. “If you don’t know what that was, then I must not be doing it very well.”
I smile, but it’s hesitant. I’m waiting for him to flip the switch again.
I wish you were dead.
“You know what I mean,” I whisper. “Does this mean you believe me? What does this mean for—”
His mouth whispers over mine, stealing the words from my lungs. He kisses me slow and steady until I forget the question. Until I forget anything except the way his body feels against mine.
When he does pull away, I don’t even open my eyes. I want to stay in this bliss for as long as possible.
He moves his mouth to the shell of my ear. “We are forgetting for one second how unbelievably fucked everything is. Can you do that for me, Piper? Can you help me forget?”
Forget what? About Benjamin? About me? About us? Maybe this is his way of telling me goodbye. This is the goodbye tour of whatever the hell we have together.
Except, I’ll never forget.
Not Timofey. Not the way he feels against me, and certainly not the way my life has been changed since meeting him and Benjamin.
I want Timofey to believe me, to know I had nothing to do with Benjamin’s kidnapping. I want him to trust me and for things to go back to the way they briefly were—comfortable and easy.
But if I can’t have that, then giving each other this one moment will have to be good enough.
I push on his chest until he’s lying on the bed and I’m straddling his hips. I work his shirt up and over his head so I can trail my fingers across his abs.
“Yes,” I whisper, delighting in the feel of his skin. “I can help you forget.”
Timofey watches me move over him as if from a distance. His eyes are glazed over, his mouth tense. I kiss his chest and stroke my hands down his strong thighs.
It isn’t until I sit up and let my robe fall down my arms that it feels like he is really looking at me again.
He grips my waist gently, his thumb brushing over my stomach.
Does he know his baby is in there?I dismiss the thought and slide away from his hold, moving downward.
