“Dimi,” I whisper and his fingers pause immediately. “I’m afraid.”

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

“No,” I say, my voice trembling. “I . . .”

“Your voice is trembling, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

I take a deep breath and say, “It’s okay. Please, don’t stop.”

He gently unclips my bra and it slips off quickly. He unhooks it from my arms and then tosses it onto the ground. Then he stares down at me. His eyes are on my breasts for a solid three minutes before he reaches out and gently strokes his thumb over my nipple. I jerk and he stops immediately.

“Don’t stop,” I rasp.

It feels so . . . nice. I never imagined how it would feel to have someone touch my breasts. Roger, thankfully, only ever took what he wanted—which was sex—before leaving. He never touched the other parts of my body, so I guess this is one of the parts that isn’t tainted by his evil.

He gently takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he rolls it. I gasp as little bolts of pleasure shoot down my spine, through my belly and into my sex. Oh. My. I see little bumps breaking out over my skin as pleasure takes over. I close my eyes. My hand is still resting against his chest. He rolls my nipple again and I find myself curving toward him.

Then I feel him shift. I don’t open my eyes until I feel a warm mouth close over my nipple. Then they pop open and I stare down at the thick mass of dark hair. I gently reach out and tangle my fingers in it, then I drop my head back and moan as he flicks the top of my nipple with his tongue, circling it, occasionally nipping it and doing other wonderful things until my sex is clenching so hard it’s almost painful.

“Dimi,” I gasp. “E-e-e-enough.”

He pulls his mouth from my nipple and looks up at me. His lips are wet and so beautifully red. Oh. I want them. I reach down, running my thumb over his bottom lip. “It’s my turn.”

His brows raise. “You’re going to lick my nipples?”

I burst out laughing.

“No,” I giggle hysterically. “I meant to touch you.”

He chuckles and lies down. I notice the peak in his pants and my eyes widen. Whoa. I knew he was not lacking down below but . . . wow. His pants are really straining.

“Did you want a picture?”

I jerk my eyes up and smile sheepishly. “Oh . . . I . . .”

“Baby,” he murmurs with a grin. “If you want to stare at my cock, then you can stare at my cock.”

Oh.

Wow.

Hearing him use the word cock has all that clenching starting back up again. I lean forward, sick of waiting, ready to take the plunge. I press my lips to his neck and he stiffens. “Baby, not there.”

I move them quickly, moving them up his jaw instead. This seems to please him, because he lets out a deep groan. When I reach his lips, I crush mine against his. His hand moves to my hip, curling his fingers around it and tugging me toward him. He deepens the kiss, while his fingers move over my shorts. He reaches for the button in front and flips it open quickly.

“Get them off,” he orders.

I nod and shift out of my shorts until it’s just me in my panties. “You too,” I breathe.

“I’ve got nothing on underneath.”

“I don’t care,” I murmur. “Off.”

He jerks his pants down and off, and I hear my own loud gasp. Wow, holy shit, wow. Dimitri naked is . . . shit . . . wow. There are no other words. He’s a mass of corded muscle, bronze skin, and lickable abs. I let my eyes travel down to his cock, and my heart begins to pound. I was right, he’s not lacking down below. His fingers curl around my hip and bring me back closer to him.

His mouth finds mine again as his fingers begin to travel over my body, down my breasts, over my hips, around my thighs, and back up again. I’m aching for him after a matter of minutes and I push my body closer, giving him an indication that I want more. I need more. He slides his lips away from my mouth and lets them travel down my jaw and neck. He reaches my collarbone and sucks gently on it.

“I want you to . . . touch me, Dimi. Please.”

He makes me a rumbling sound against my chest as he moves down.

“On it, baby.”

He slides farther, pressing his mouth against my breasts again, warming them right back up before moving lower down. He presses kisses to my belly as he continues down to my pubic bone. I can feel his warm breath against my sex and I bite my lower lip, feeling a mix of emotions. Fear, arousal, uncertainty . . .

“Say stop, I’ll stop. Do you hear me?”

I nod, even though he can’t see it.

“Baby?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Spread your legs, darlin’.”

My legs are trembling as I let them fall open. Oh God, oh . . .

“Wider.”

I let them just fall to the sides, holding nothing back. Dimitri growls his appreciation and lowers his mouth to my exposed sex. The moment his warm lips touch my pussy, I gasp. It’s something I’d never imagined in my wildest fantasies. He curls his arms around my legs and uses that leverage to pull my pussy closer to his mouth. His tongue slides between my folds and flicks my clit.

My back arches as a sudden bolt of pleasure radiates through my body.

“D-D-Dimi,” I gasp. “Oh God.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth deeply, before continuing to flick it with his tongue. His breath is warm against my flesh and his arms are tight around my thighs. The whole experience is exhilarating. I never want it to end. He lifts his hand and brings his fingers up, sliding them around my entrance. My body stiffens the moment he slips one in.