Page 20 of Ice Cold Hearts
“I was raised by one myself, so I know a good mother when I see one.” Alexei shrugged nonchalantly.
I’m so overwhelmed, I don’t stop to think. I just throw myself into his lap and pepper kisses over every bit of exposed skin I can reach.
He grips the base of my bun and pulls me back gently.
I brace myself for rejection, already starting to feel embarrassed.
Instead of shoving me away or shaming me, he tilts my head to the side, exposing my neck, and kisses the sensitive skin just under my jaw. I gasp, fisting his shirt in my hands.
Alexei pulls back and smirks at me in a way that sends heat pulsing through my core.
“If you’re this worked up over the bare minimum, I wonder what will happen if I give you a proper compliment,” he observes dryly.
“Why don’t you try it and see?” I challenge.
He tugs on my hair, and I moan softly.
“I’ll start here,” he says, tugging my hair again. “I have been obsessed with that maddening little sound since I first heard it in the parking garage. All I can think about is finding out all the ways I can get you to moan like that for me again.”
My legs clench against his thighs as he presses open-mouthed kisses to the side of my neck. His mouth moves lower to the tops of my breasts, but as soon as I try to pull him closer, he stops.
“I’m not done yet. Be patient,” he says sternly, tugging at my hair again, “You’ve got these gorgeous soft curves that make me want to see every inch of what’s under that dress, and trust me, I always get what I want. So tell me, Kitten, is it lace, silk, or cotton you’re hiding under there?”
I roll my hips against his lap, desperate for any semblance of relief. Alexei grips them hard, holding me in place, denying me, and I growl in frustration.
“You get what you want when I get what I want,” he says, digging his fingers harder into my hips. “Tell me, or better yet, hand them to me.”
“What if,” I gasp, “What if there’s nothing to hand you?”
He groans. “Fuck.”
Then suddenly, he lets go of me. His head drops back against the seat, and he closes his eyes. My heart plummets to my feet as I immediately assume the worst.
“Did I do something wrong? Have I upset you somehow?”
His eyes snap open and lock onto mine. They're so dark with desire they're nearly black. When I look down, his hands are in fists.
“Emily,” he rumbles, “if you don't want things going any further, you need to move to the other side of the limo right now and stay there because I'm not sure how much longer I can control myself around you.”
His hands start to shake when I tangle my fingers through his hair.
“I'm serious, Emily. I don't think I can stop myself with you.” His voice is shaky.
“Don't stop.” I lean in and nip his bottom lip. “I want you to have me any and every way you want me.”
“You're going to be the death of me, woman,” Alexei swears.
He drags me to him and kisses me senseless. His kiss is forceful, demanding, and makes my head spin.
Alexei's hands drop from my waist to my thighs, forcing them further apart. His fingers trace closer and closer to my core.
“Last chance, Kitten,” he says huskily.
“Don't you dare stop,” I demand.
He doesn’t waste any time teasing me. His thumb traces circles on my clit while he skillfully fucks me with his fingers. My legs start to shake and my cries get louder. Alexei shoots a worried look at the partition then clamps his other hand over my mouth. I don’t know if it’s the thought of being overheard or the sensation of being restrained, but whatever it is makes me come.
Still breathing hard, I slide off the seat and onto my knees. When I reach for his belt buckle, he grabs my hands and pulls me back up.