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“I’m right here,” I rasp. “What’s there to miss?”
She shakes her head and lifts her hand to my face. Her fingers are light as a feather as they dance along my cheek. “No, you’re not. You’re not here at all. I miss theoldRuslan. The man who carried me to bed after I fell asleep. Who covered me with a blanket to make sure I wouldn’t get cold at night. I want the man who took care of the kids for me so that I could fall apart in peace. I want the man who looked at me as though I was special. I wantthatman.”
Every word she says strikes a chord. It hits some deep buried part of me that I’d hoped would never resurface again.
But every time she’s near me, I can feel it stir. Like a hibernating beast who catches his first whiff of spring.
There are so many problems with that.
The first problem is that I’m hard as rock.
The second is that, every time I look into her aqua blue eyes, the need inside me gets harder to ignore. I can’t take that stare anymore. It’s pushing me too damn close to the edge.
So I grab Emma without warning and twist her around. She gasps but she doesn’t move. She goes perfectly still in my arms, waiting to see what I might do next.
I’m curious, too.
“Heis not here anymore,” I snarl into her ear as I grind my erection into her curves. “Hedoesn’t exist anymore.”
Emma just breathes one solitary word that undoes me. “Liar.”
She fucking dares…
It makes me furious. It also makes me even harder than I already am. She just feels too damn good, nestled against my body, melding into my shape. Her soft curves against my hard lines. Her innocence against my sinfulness. Her fire against my fire.
“You’re asking for trouble,kiska.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
Is it possible to come from a damn conversation? Before now, I didn’t think it was. I’m starting to reconsider.
Before I can stop myself, I slide my tongue over her earlobe. She gasps and wriggles in place, her ass pushing into my cock.
“The man you want is gone. Butthisyou can have.”
Her breathing hitches up as I start ripping her skirt up. Her legs spread of their own accord; I don’t even have to help them apart. When I can reach them, I rip her panties off, and when she’s bare, I put my hand on the back of her neck and push her down so that I can line my cock up with her slit.
She’s sopping wet. I almost slide inside her before I’m ready. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to do that.
Emma jerks, gasping desperately, pushing that juicy ass up eagerly. I slap her cheek once and tear her blouse open. I want to feel those lush tits before I enter her.
They’ve changed since her pregnancy. They’re bigger, rounder, so much perkier. I squeeze hard enough to make her cry out.Good.It can’t all be pleasure. Pain is a necessary reminder.
“R-Ruslan,” she whimpers.
I squeeze her tits and nip at her neck with my teeth. The tip of my cock slips inside her, but I’m not all the way in yet.
“Please,” she begs.
“You’re my little whore, aren’t you?” I growl in her ear. “You’re my dirty little slut.”
Her shivers intensify. “Yes,” she moans. “Yes, yes… just fuck me.”
My balls feel like they’re about to burst. But I’m nothing if not disciplined. At least, I was once—before her. Maybe I can find a way to toe that line. Maintain all that discipline I’ve honed over the years. Keep her at arm’s length while still having her whenever I want.
“Is that what you miss?” I hiss. “Being my whore?”
She stiffens and goes silent, so I push myself into her a little deeper.
