Chapter 8

• CHAPTER EIGHT
• He had found the skin beneath her top now, and worked his way up to her left breast. With the thumb and fore finger, he very gently squeezed her nipple. There both felt the spasm that shuddered through her body.
• He smiled at her.
• “You are very wicked” Kelly said. Arms locked around his neck. Jelly legs, her heart a drum gone berserk, then she added, “I like wicked”
• “Good” he flattened his palm into the waist band of her jeans and down over her stomach. A tight squeeze, but easier once he had unfastened the top button and easier still with the zipper down.
• “Dimitri, what if someone sees us?” she asked, yet hoping that he wouldn’t stop.
• “It’s dark and quieter than a tomb” came his reply.
• “I guess…” Kelly said. Her brain wasn’t thrilled with the metaphor, but her body was indisputably in charge and doing all it could do to help his fingers slide under the crotch of her panties and up inside her and….. “Oh my God” she moaned. She dug her chin harder into his shoulder, felt his shirt against her face. “Oh my God” she said again.
• “More?” he asked her
• “Yeah” she gasped, barely able to recognize her own voice. “Dimitri,…. That light over there is reflecting here a bit”
• He removed his hand, made a half hearted attempt at zipping up her jeans and kissed her on the nose. “I have had enough of all these clothes”
• Kelly chuckled, “You were the one who grabbed me” she said, “I thought we were gonna get in the back seat”
• “The back seat. I like the way you think.” He said, as he kissed her forehead and withdrew a little so she could turn around and open the car.
• Immediately they both got in the car and Kelly shut the door, Dimitri grabbed her waist to steady her in front of him, prac-tically on his lap. His strength was undeniable, but what froze her in place was the impact of his touch.
• For a moment, they were eye to eye, nose tip to nose tip, practically about to kiss. It was dark, but not too dark that they couldn’t see each other’s faces. She could feel him too, feel how fast their hearts were beating and his breath tickled her face her neck. He must have noticed that she was tense, because he asked softly,
• “Having second thoughts?”
• She shook her head, “No,” she whispered, and smiled at him, mentally scolding herself for almost ruining the moment.
• She wasn’t having second thoughts. Just amazed at what was happening, and she wanted to soak up every moment. She cupped his face in her hands, then brought her lips to his.
• She felt his body move even closer as his hands reached for the hem of her top, her breath caught and she lifted her lips from his and raised her arms with a grin as he quickly relieved her of her top. The air in the was chilly against her bare body, and Kelly opened her eyes to gaze down at him. The intensity in his eyes grew as he stared at her half naked body. “Damn. The things I want to do to you.” He said, his voice thick with lust.
• Her bra went next, and the moment his hands cupped her bare breasts, rough palms against her sensitive nipples, Kelly’s head fell back on a moan until he swallowed it. He kissed her hard and deep while his tongue moved like a fire against hers.
• In a brief moment of clarity, she realized he probably needed this almost as much as she did. The release, an escape from the burden of her life and mind. And she would make sure she got exactly what she wanted.
• His mouth released hers only to fall to her nipple and suck on it as she squirmed in his arms. Her hands drove through his hair, and Kelly knew then no man would ever touch her like this and set her body on fire so easily. Her back arched, and when his free hand slid beneath her jeans and lace panties, a cry escaped her lips. Dimitri’s palm was warm, but pressed against her soft, wet folds it felt even hotter. He cursed against her cleavage.
• “So wet for me,” he whispered raggedly against her.
• “Been wet for you since I saw you while I was on that stage,” she replied, barely able to get the words out when his palm rubbed her clit without mercy. “I pictured you doing this and more to me.”
• He groaned at her words, and his fingers spread her folds, gliding along their slickness, but didn’t enter. She bit her lip and shifted her hips, begging him to pierce her, but he didn’t, and then she heard him chuckle. The sound was deep, reverberating through his chest and into her body, sending more ripples of pleasure through her nerves.
• Dimitri’s hand pressed against her, her knees felt weak, and she almost sagged against him, his arm was her only support. Kelly was glad they had gone into the car, because she was sure if they were still standing out there, she would have slipped to the ground.
• “I had the same line of thought while watching you dance. I wanted to do this immediately I saw you. Do you like this?” he asked and moved his hand hard and fast between her legs.
• Kelly trembled against him as she nodded. “God, yes. Dimitri! Yes!”
• His fingers slipped inside her a second later, and her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin through his shirt, desperate to hold onto something, anything. Her eyes closed as his thumb pressed against her clit and his fingers moved within her , stretching her beautifully as she never had been before.
• His mouth found her nipple again and suckled at her chest while his hand built a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her wetness as her inner muscles clenched, wanting to keep his finger there inside her. Each touch sent her closer to falling apart in his arms. His fingers thrust hard up into her, a preview of what was to come. Just the thought of having him—all of him—sent her tumbling over the edge into oblivion.
• A cry tore from her throat, but he covered her mouth with his. The orgasm spread through her limbs, stronger than any she had ever had, and Dimitri didn't stop, he let her ride it up against his hands, kissing her until she stopped spasming. Only then did he slowly withdraw his hand.