She was tired of being the butt of his joke. When she twisted around, trying to pull out of his arms with an old trick she’d learned in self-defense classes, she found herself tucked into his arms, both of them hard and secure around her middle while his hands held onto her wrists on opposite sides of her body. All his laughter was gone and she was feeling decidedly serious now. “Now what, my love?” he asked softly, his warm breath in her ear, causing little shivers to coast throughout her body. “I’d love to see what your next move is going to be.”
She wasn’t laughing, but nor was he and that had been her original intent, wasn’t it? “Let me go!” she demanded through gritted teeth. She couldn’t let herself feel the heat, to be affected by his nearness. She had to get out of his arms or she’d find herself weakening against him. He felt too good already.
“I don’t think so,” he came back and shifted ever so slightly so that their bodies were more intimately touching. “I think I rather enjoy you like this.”
“I don’t!” she said and tried to kick out against his shins. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to genuinely hurt him so her aim was too soft and too much to the side.
“You like to fight, eh?” he said, soft and husky. “I like it when you move against me like that,” he said.
Nikki froze. She could feel his whole body against her back, feel his warm breath against her neck. She didn’t want to make any sudden moves because that would make her realize that he was basically hugging her. But there was nothing comforting in his embrace. In fact, she was feeling embarrassingly uncomfortable.
“Let me go,” she whispered, painfully aware of his hard body behind hers.
“I don’t think I want to,” he replied, his mouth pressing against the shell of her ear, causing her whole body to quiver in reaction. “I think I like you right here in my arms.”
“I don’t like it,” she gasped when he moved his mouth, kissing her neck. She tried to stop herself from shaking. She didn’t want to feel that crazy heat unfurl inside of her. And she definitely didn’t want her body to soften or want to turn towards him. “Don’t do this to me,” she begged even while her body was doing all those things she didn’t want it to do. “I don’t want this.”
He moved his arms slightly, his hands sliding up on her arm. “I think you do,” he countered. “I know that I do.”
“You can’t!” she gasped when he straightened up and he took her hands, placing them against the wall in front of her. “I’m an annoyance to you. I get on your nerves and make you angry! You can’t want me when I do all that to you!” She desperately tried to think of other reasons why he shouldn’t want her, but all she could feel was his heat seeping through her body, making her weak, making her want him right back.
“I do.” He kissed her neck, her shoulders and the small part of her back where the black tee-shirt gaped ever so slightly. “I really do want you. Exactly like this.”
She shook her head, wanting to pull her hands off of the wall but then his hands smoothed down her sides, causing her to gasp with the almost painful pleasure. He wasn’t holding her now with anything except desire. “Tell me what you like,” he said softly, nipping at her neck, then soothing the spot with his lips. “I want to know everything about you.”
“I don’t want this,” she said, shaking her head as if to deny that he was actually doing this to her.
“So you’re a liar,” he said, chuckling softly. “I think I could grow to like that about you.”
She started to pull her hands off of the wall. “Put them back, Nikki,” he said with absolute authority that was backed up when his hands slid around her sides and halted just under her breasts.
When she hesitated, his thumbs rubbed a millimeter higher, barely touching her but giving her the message that, if she chose to put her hands where he wanted them, he would touch her exactly where her body wanted him to touch.
“That’s my beauty,” he encouraged when her hands went right back against the wall.
Her head fell backwards and she gasped when she felt his hands on her breasts. “Don’t stop,” she begged, closing her eyes and reveling in the amazing heat that was stealing through her body. “Please don’t stop.” She gasped when his thumb flicked against the sensitive bud, hardening it even more. “Do that again,” she whimpered.
When his thumb flicked against her nipple again, she cried out, pressing her back against his chest, her bottom against his hips and needing so much more. She tried to shake her head, to make the feelings stop but she was at his mercy, needing so much more but not really understanding what that was. “No,” she whispered, but still her body turned ever so slightly, silently begging his hand to touch her in that exact spot again. But then she realized what she was doing and she tried to turn away. “You can’t do this to me,” she said even while she turned her body so that he could.
“Ah, but I can,” he countered. “And what’s more, you want me to.”
She shook her head and spun around, her eyes wide with the fear that was creeping higher, obliterating the desire that had captured her. “Nazar…”
“Don’t say a word!” he growled and punctuated that command by covering her mouth with his. After a long, soul drugging kiss that left Nikki weak in the knees, Nazar lifted his head and stepped back, leaving her leaning against the wall. “You and I both know I could take you over to my bed and you wouldn’t utter a single protest,” he said with almost cruel finality. “But I don’t want any recriminations or cries of unfair pressure on my part. I want you to come to my bed willingly, to be begging me to make love to you. And I want to know that, in the morning when I wake up, you’re still in my bed, curled up next to me because you can’t break the connection between our bodies.” He wasn’t saying the words with anger, but with a deep, absolute conviction that his desires would come to pass.
“I won’t,” she countered, blinking back tears because at this moment, she thought she might actually want just that. He’d spun her body up, making her so desperate for his touch she’d do practically anything for him, beg him to continue.
His hand reached up, gently pushing a brown curl out of her eyes. “I see you are still afraid of what we make each other feel.”