Page 12 of Restless Ink

“Bawk.”

“Did you just…did you just make a chicken noise at me?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you, all I hear is clucking. Bawk.”

She lifted her chin, then stripped off her shrug so she wore only her maxi dress. She needed space to move, and it wasn’t easy to play in a dress to begin with, but she was no cheat. She ignored the way Dimitri’s eyes followed her movements, thinking the warmth she felt had to be the wine, nothing else.

“Fine. Game on.”

Dimitri just smiled, and soon, the two of them were standing on the floor mat, laughing like loons as they tried to twist. Having him spin for the two of them wasn’t easy, but she’d be damned if she allowed him to call her a cheat.

Only, when she went for left foot green, her leg twisted with Dimitri’s and they both went down. He tried to move so he took the brunt of the fall, but her dress got in the way, and she ended up on her back, her dress hiked up to her thighs, and Dimitri nestled between them.

She stiffened, her breath going ragged.

“Shit,” Dimitri muttered. “Shit.”

She didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything. She could only feel him, feel the wine in her system. She wasn’t drunk enough to make a mistake, but not sober enough to move away from him either.

And when his breath warmed her cheek, she did the one thing she shouldn’t, she tilted her head ever so slightly, so their lips brushed.

And then, she was lost.

Chapter 6

Dimitri knew this was a mistake, knew Thea knew it was a mistake, but he didn’t pull his mouth from hers. Instead, he deepened the kiss, taking her mouth with his as her lips parted with a gasp. He rocked against her, knowing he shouldn’t, but doing it anyway. When one of her legs lifted a bit higher so her calf rested on the back of his thigh, he held back a groan, angling his mouth more so he could deepen the kiss.

Thea was the one who groaned, and he slid his hand up her side, bracing himself on his forearm so he didn’t put his full weight on her. As it was, his too-hard cock pressed firmly against the heat of her. With her dress riding up the way it was, he knew the only thing separating them was the scrap of her panties and his pants.

He kissed her harder, rocking into her as she arched for him, her hands sliding up and down his back with increasingly sure strokes. When he gently bit down on her jaw, she gasped, whispering, “Dimitri,” and he knew he had to pull back. He was barely able to catch his breath.

“We need to stop.” He swallowed hard, his forehead against hers.

“I know.” Her hands didn’t stop moving, though. And when her thighs tightened as he rocked again, he kissed her once more, knowing they were making a mistake yet not stopping himself. His head was full of lust and booze, and though neither of them was drunk enough for them to take advantage of one another, they were both tipsy enough to make the wrong choices.

But a choice this seductive wasn’t one he could walk away from.

So, he didn’t.

Instead, Thea tugged on his shirt. He leaned up so he was kneeling between her legs and pulled his Henley over his head. Then he licked his lips at the sight of her, all curves and sex…andhis, if only for the moment.

He leaned over her again, sucked on her bottom lip, then reached for her dress. “Off.”

She arched her back, giving him the space he needed so he could pull the long dress over her head. Then he just about swallowed his tongue at the sight of her light pink nipples, hard and tight on full breasts that practically begged for his tongue.

“No bra?” he rasped.

“Didn’t work with the dress.”

“Jesus.” Then, he was over her again, his mouth on her breasts, sucking, licking, cupping. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging when he bit down on her nipple, flicking his tongue over the rigid tip to soothe the sting. When he lifted his head to blow cool air over the pink point, she shivered, moaned. So he did the same to her other nipple, going slow and steady even though all he wanted was to sink into her.

This is such a damn mistake.

He pushed those thoughts out of his head and kept licking her skin, needing her taste. Wanting more, he moved down her body, leaving bites and kisses along the curves of her stomach and hips, lashing a long lick up the line of her hip bone.

“Di—Dimitri.”

“You like?”