Page 45 of Only for Tonight

I kiss him back, harder, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt, and he makes a sound—low, deep in his throat—that I feel everywhere. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer, and then I’m in his lap again, knees on either side of his thighs.

“Bedroom,” he says against my mouth.

I nod. I’m beyond words.

Warm from the wine, I let Alexei tug me up from the couch. He guides me down the hall, his large hands on my hips the whole way.

When we enter his bedroom, it’s dark and smells like him, and my knees immediately go weak.

“You’re sure?” he asks, which is so simple, but it undoes me more than anything else he could do.

“I’m sure.”

We stop in front of the bed, facing each other. The moment is quiet, intense, and filled with such promise. His eyes are smoldering on mine—that’s the only way to describe it—and my insides tighten.

“Take this off.” I lift Alexei’s shirt and press my hands flat against his abs, thinking I’ll never get used to how defined and firm they are. It’s a six-pack of heaven.

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.”

His shirt drops at our feet, and dear Lord, he’s so sexy. All those hours spent lifting weights have paid off. Sculpted muscles over broad shoulders, a trim waist, and a body that makes that coveted V, which makes my gaze travel south of its own accord. Pure perfection. It’s almost too much for me.

Well, almost . . . but not quite.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today,” he admits.

That makes two of us.

Before I have a chance to respond, he tugs my top off over my head and then pulls my leggings down my legs, along with my panties, and soon I’m completely bare.

My heart pumps faster.

“Your turn,” I murmur, reaching to unbuckle Alexei’s belt.

He watches me with that amused expression I’ve come to love.

When his pants and boxers are pushed down and then off, I can’t help but drop to my knees. And trust me, I’m not an oral sex kind of girl. I’m a him kind of girl, and his perfect cock begs to be licked and sucked.

“Baby,” Alexei says, as if to stop me, his hand on my jaw.

I grin up at him. “Hush. I want to.”

He lets out a deep groan as I fit my mouth around his rigid length and give it a generous kiss.

“Fuck,” he growls as I take him deeper.

I can’t get enough of him, and my hand strokes what I can’t fit into my mouth.

“It’s so good. Yes. Fuck.”

I meet his eyes and see that his attention is focused on me too. I continue to treat him to wet kisses that earn me plenty of praise until Alexei’s hands find my upper arms and he hauls me to my feet.

“Enough. I want to be inside you. Please tell me you want this too. Do you want this, Ryleigh, me inside you?” His voice is so perfectly rough and desperate for me.

I nod, suddenly speechless.

“You sure? We don’t have to. We could do what we did last night . . .”

I shake my head. “I want to.”