‘Then why did you call me?’
He chose not to answer that. Instead, he gestured with his hand as the elevator door opened. ‘After you.’
‘I’m quite sure the doorman would have let you in,’ she said to his closed expression, watching as a muscle pounded in his bruised cheek, but she refused to reduce what was between them to nothing. ‘Or you could just have gone back to the hotel. If it was meaningless, nameless sex you wanted, why did you bother to call me?’
‘You know why.’
Alina blinked. She didn’t know why and then it dawned that possibly Demyan was telling her that it wasn’t meaningless, nameless sex that he wanted tonight. She actually heard the whistle of air in her nostrils as she breathed in a strange mix of anger and arousal—the scent came from her.
Alina stepped out and Demyan walked behind her; she could feel his eyes on her as she opened the door.
This time as she punched in his number her hands were shaking but for a different reason. Demyan was at her neck, his erection pushing in her skirted bottom, his hand at her breast.
‘Demyan, I don’t think—’
‘Don’t think, then. And don’t talk.’
His mouth was hot at her neck, his hand pulling up her T-shirt and then removing it as he rubbed against her. He was animal. Alina had never felt anything like the passion that blazed from behind her; it both unnerved her and excited her. Deftly he removed her bra so her breasts sprang free and his fingers bit into the soft flesh.
She wanted to stop, to shower, to slow things down.
‘I’ve been working, Demyan...’
‘Don’t argue with me now...’
It wasn’t his command but his fingers sliding into her skirt that made her stop, and the pressure on her clitoris that made her throb. She tried to turn around but he held her firm, just enough so she couldn’t. Or rather, as his hand released her, she didn’t, and when Demyan lowered himself to his knees Alina went with him onto hers,
If she hadn’t been so turned on, Alina might have been scared, except he had flicked the switch and there was nothing she would deny him.
Alina heard the slide of his zipper and felt the coolness of air as he ruched up her skirt and pulled down her panties.
‘Demyan...’ Alina was shaking, shocked to her own core at the knowledge he could do anything. His hand roamed the curve of her bottom, and she closed her eyes, bracing herself, just handing herself over to the scariest, most beautiful man who in that moment she had little choice but to trust. And at the base of her soul she did. Her eyes opened, as did her mouth as he seared inside her. Alina’s jaw gritted as he met her cervix but there was a strange giddy relief in her head and she started to come.
Demyan was thrusting and Alina’s head was on her forearms yet her neck arched back as deeper he ground, pulling her hips back to his in tune, meeting his urgent want.
One orgasm ran into another, the second so strong that Alina almost crawled on her knees to be away from him, but he held her tight and she went with it, sobbing and choking back the tears as her buttocks and thighs clamped the small of her back to an arch and he swelled further inside her.
‘Alina...’ He lost his head for a moment, and said things he did not mean as he came, that he loved her, that he was crazy about her, that she’d saved him, but they were all said in Russian, Demyan consoled himself as he slid out of her.