Page 154 of The Scientist

Chills.The good kind.

I nodded, the anticipation bordering on the edge of painful with how badly I needed him.

He tugged my jeans down the rest of the way, his hands caressing each leg as he pulled them off slowly. I felt my pulse beating everywhere—pounding in my chest, hammering loudly in my ears, throbbing even lower. His eyes never left my face as he began kissing along the inside of my thigh and didn’t stop kissing as he reached my panties. I could feel the warmth of his mouth as he sucked at my apex through the fabric, and I let out a long moan. He teased me that way for a while before he finally slipped his fingers through the elastic. I placed the tips of my feet onto his sturdy shoulders, lifting my hips so he could pull them off completely.

I felt the tip of his nose grazing against my heated skin before his tongue suddenly slid down the center of me in one long, teasing stroke. I groaned loudly, dropping my head back onto the bed. His mouth pressed over my core as he began licking and sucking along my slick heat. I’d never had anyone who was as good at this as he was. Instead of just flicking his tongue around and hoping something would happen, he pressed his whole mouth against my sensitive flesh, working me over like a man starving. His hands drifted up toward my breasts as he caressed them in both hands, pinching lightly at my nipples. I propped myself up on my elbows to see he was watching me. It took everything I had to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head, wanting to continue the intimacy of our eye contact. I watched each and every thrust of his tongue against me and that hedonistic look in his eyes was something I never wanted to forget.

“I’m close,” I whimpered, and he wrapped his hands more firmly around my thighs.

“Watch me, Lex,” I said breathlessly. “I want your eyes on me when I come apart for you.” He growled a noise of approval as I pushed myself harder against his mouth. With a final few flicks of his tongue down the center of my core, my bodysurrendered. I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing under the soft pressure of his mouth. His iron grip held me firmly in place as my hips began to buck, not allowing me to move an inch.

His tongue never slowed until the final waves of pleasure gradually dissipated. I felt exhausted from the intensity of it, but I needed more, and it appeared he did as well.

He stood up, dropping his pants to the ground as his erection sprang free. He stroked himself a few times, looking down at my naked body.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” he said roughly.

“So have I,” I admitted.

“Tell me what you thought about,” he said, still stroking.

I swallowed. “I thought about you running your tongue along my breasts.” I let my fingers drift across them. “I thought about your hands squeezing my hips as you thrust into me.” I slid my hands down to my hips. “I thought about how good it would feel to have you come inside me again and again.” My hand drifted down even further, and I slid my fingers through my wetness.

He groaned at my words as his hand moved faster across his shaft. His eyes were transfixed on the spot where my fingers were moving, and I could tell he was no longer interested in taking his time.

He rushed to gather my legs, the air thick with anticipation as he held them at his sides. Our heavy breathing became synchronized as time seemed to stretch and contract with each heartbeat.

Eyes locked with mine, he eased into me slowly. The stretching sensation and fullness were almost too much. We both groaned, and I watched his eyes squeeze shut. His head fell back as the Russian started flowing from his lips. He once told me that he had no idea that he slipped in and out of speakingRussian when we made love, so when he did, I knew that he was completely lost in the moment.

Lips parted, he withdrew inch by inch, a tantalizing retreat, before he slammed into me, eliciting a strangled moan from deep within. He repeated the motion several more times, focus drawn to the sight of himself thrusting into me over and over. I dug my feet into the mattress, anchoring myself so that I could take everything he wanted to give me.

His eyes were frenzied as he climbed onto the bed, hovering just above me before leaning down to capture my lips. Our lips and tongues moved in harmony, and I reached up to thread my fingers in his hair. It was as soft as I remembered. He lowered his head, pressing his lips against the curve of my neck and running his tongue all along my heated skin. I wrapped my arms around him, drawing him closer until his weight settled on top of me.

He began moving inside me again, his hips pressing firmly into mine. There was a desperation to the way we were clinging to each other so tightly, our faces tucked into one another’s necks. No words were exchanged between us. They weren’t needed. The way our bodies communicated was a language in itself, one we both instinctively understood.

Our hips rolled in unison as he slid deeper inside me, groaning softly in my ear with each thrust. The cords of his neck were strained, and I realized he needed to move faster. I let go as he lifted, placing his hands on either side of my head. I held onto his forearms as he really began driving into me with purpose.

The only sounds in the room were those of our heavy breathing mixed with the steady pounding of his body into mine. The sweat started to bead across his body until we were both slick with it. I whispered how good his cock felt and how badly I wanted him to come inside me until eventually, his movements became more erratic.

He lifted himself higher up, wrapping his hands firmly around my hips, which I’d come to know as a sign that he was close. He guided my hips down onto his cock as he thrust into me a few more times until his breathing grew ragged. A raw, guttural sound rose from deep within his chest as he finally came apart with my name on his lips.

I could feel him pulsating inside me as he finished, but he continued to push in and out of me, gazing down at our joined pelvises. I remained still as his hands caressed my waist, gently stroking up and down my body.

He looked utterly spent as he collapsed on top of me, and we lay there for a while afterward, just trying to catch our breaths. I ran my nails lightly across his back, wondering how I ever went so long without this feeling. Everything felt right as long as we were together. He finally lifted his head to kiss me softly on the lips.

“Ty sogrevayesh' moyu dushu,” he murmured against my mouth.

“That’s beautiful,” I whispered. “What does it mean?”

He withdrew slightly so he could meet my gaze as he said, “You warm my soul.”

I didn’t even try to stop the tears that welled in my eyes. He pressed his forehead to mine as his hands wandered over my body, worshipping it. I committed every line of his face to memory, and he looked to be doing the same. His eyelids were starting to grow heavy, however, so I tried sliding away from him.

“You need to get some rest,” I said, because he looked completely drained.

“No,” he said, firmly holding me in place. “I want to look at you a while longer.”

I was apprehensive, but I stayed where I was as he ran a fingertip along my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Hiseyes were locked with mine as he moved his hand up to cup my cheek.