The car arrives, and my lips are still glued to Aleksei’s, chasing his, sucking, licking. I’m spiraling, fevered, dizzy with want. I don’t think I’ve ever kissed this much, or had a man’s hand fondle me in the backseat of his ridiculously expensive car while his driver-s***h-bodyguard sits up front, silently navigating the road.
Aleksei doesn’t give me a second to question if I’m thinking straight, or if I’ve lost my damn mind, kissing a near-stranger in his backseat. Apparently, the moment his lips touched mine, every question was answered. I moan when he parts my lips and slides his tongue back in, circling lazily, around my mouth, then tracing the soft curve of my lower lip before pulling away.
I’m still blinking like I’ve had too much to drink when he takes my hand and leads me out o
