The Only Woman to Defy Him(43)

                ‘Are we still talking about sex?’

                ‘Perhaps.’ Demyan thought about it for a long moment. So badly he wanted to escape his own thoughts but Alina deserved more than the rather straightforward exchange that sex usually was for him. ‘Just so long as you don’t go falling for me.’

                He was so direct, which meant Alina could be as well. ‘Too late.’ It was surprisingly easy to be honest lying next to the sexiest man she had ever met and she admitted a little truth. ‘Kissing you took care of that.’

                ‘Don’t be so honest,’ Demyan said.

                ‘I never usually am,’ Alina admitted. ‘But you don’t have to worry, I’m not going to fall in love, you’re really not my type.’

                ‘Am I not pale and interesting enough?’

                ‘Too interesting,’ Alina said. ‘Though I do think I’ve got a crush on you.’

                ‘A crush is okay,’ Demyan said. ‘I have a crush on you.’

                ‘Really...’ She smiled and looked over at him.

                ‘Anyway, we can’t—my jacket is in the car’

                ‘I’m sure there are other things we can do.’ Alina smiled again. ‘Anyway—’ she repeated his word ‘—I’m on the Pill.’

                ‘First,’ Demyan said, ‘you never give that answer if there are no condoms to hand. Second...’ He hesitated, he didn’t really do other things, well, certainly not the ones she was alluding to. ‘You want a man who makes love, a man who...’ He just stared at her trusting eyes. ‘All we are talking about is sex.’

                ‘I get it,’ Alina said. ‘PA with benefits.’

                This time he didn’t smile because despite her brave words Alina didn’t understand that he didn’t do tenderness and he certainly didn’t do intimacy, which was what Alina’s eyes craved.

                ‘A sex lesson,’ Alina offered. She was unbelievably turned on, she could feel the moisture in her panties and could barely drag in the sultry air because it was so thick with arousal.

                ‘No sex,’ Demyan said, safe because his jacket was in the car. But he could show her a thing or three, he thought as his mouth moved in to kiss her. ‘Just a lovely come.’

                His tongue tasted of cherries, or was that hers? Alina thought, then she stopped thinking and just focused on the lovely feeling of his hand playing with her nipples.

                Demyan had seen a lot of breasts but had never felt nipples as large as Alina’s and his eyes were hungry as he removed her top.

                ‘What have you done?’ Demyan asked. ‘How far have you gone before?’

                ‘This far,’ she said as his hand crept up her skirt. ‘But not that far,’ she admitted as his fingers prised their way into her panties.

                ‘You’re serious?’ He smiled on her mouth.

                She couldn’t answer. Alina had never felt anything more wonderful in her life, the press and the slide of his fingers over and over as his mouth worked hers. She should feel awkward perhaps, except there was no space in her mind for that. Surely it should take longer, surely she wasn’t about to come.