As we kissed and she allowed me to pull her even closer, the passion we’d shared that first kiss paled in comparison to that threatening to consume me now. I could tell this wasn’t only a kiss. It was actually leading somewhere, and I was incredibly ready to follow the heated path it was taking. I didn’t even care we were inside my theater where anyone could find us.
I just wanted Clara.
So, as she started to work on the buttons of my shirt, I followed suit. Reaching behind her, I slid the zipper of her dress down as she slipped her hands inside my now gaping shirt.
“Not enough,” she growled, tugging the hem out of my waistband.
Chuckling, I dropped my hands lower and said, “I agree.” Sitting up allowed her to pull my shirt off and gave me the opportunity to drag the dress over her head.
“Incredible,” I said as she froze for an instant while I gazed down at the black bra that barely covered the swells of her breasts, leaving the dove to rise and fall with every breath she took. Beneath the lace, her nipples were as hard as diamonds, straining against the delicate fabric as if protesting their confinement. I could sympathize completely as my cock was doing the exact same thing against the zipper of my pants. Sliding my hands over her shoulders, I cupped her breasts in my palms, the stark contrast of her alabaster skin against my tanned arms assuring my attention riveted on the plump mounds.
Dancers weren’t known for their curves, but Clara broke that mold as well. Her breasts were nicely rounded, filling my hands completely and, when I brushed my thumbs over the peaks of her nipples, the moan she gave was every bit as glorious as I’d imagined.
Yes, there were many reasons why we shouldn’t be in this position. Why I shouldn’t be doing this. But I really didn’t give a shit. I liked Clara, I wanted her, and nothing else mattered.
“Oh God,” she gasped as I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of her matching lace panties. “Alek…”
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against her skin as I gently guided her backward, her flexibility enabling her body to bow in a way that had her legs pinned beneath her as I pressed her down against the stage. “I cannot believe you’re here with me.”
My fingers dipped lower to find her slick with arousal. I was almost beyond the point of no return, but I’d not yet crossed that line.
Lifting my head, I found her eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want? I’m not gentle in bed.”
“Good.”
“Clara—”
“I’m not asking for soft and gentle, Alek. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything. And you’re the only man who has ever had me feeling this way. God, please, just make me feel again…”
I pulled away and looked down at her, suddenly a bit unsure as the weight of her words hit me, but before I could stop or say something that would put the brakes on, she reached up and yanked me down.
“It won’t be ladylike, but I won’t hesitate to knock you over again unless you show me exactly what sort of moves you have.”
The taunt was what I needed… that and the waves of lust I could feel encompassing both of us. “Careful what you ask for,” I said, standing but only long enough to strip off the rest of my clothes.
Her eyes never left mine until I dropped my hand to fist my erection. Then she smiled and licked her lips.
“Enough talk. Fuck me, Alek. Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. I want more. So much more.”11ClaraI was strong.
But not strong enough to resist him.
On this stage, at this moment, he was shredding my vow of celibacy as easily as we’d shed our clothing.
I was nothing but a woman. A woman with a burning need and a hunger I couldn’t control.
Regardless of how I’d changed over the past years, I knew I was toxic. I came with a whole lot of baggage. And on top of that, Yuri had already warned me off of Alek. I shouldn’t be here, doing this, but how the hell was I supposed to resist?
Alek was gorgeous as hell, seductive as sin, and we had a lot in common on top of the out-of-control sexual attraction. How could I be expected to keep away from someone I thought I could fall for hard?
Alek was my next addiction. I knew this. I could feel it. But I had no desire to fight the urge any longer.
There was something between me and Alek. Something intense, a powerful connection that wouldn’t quit, and that wasn’t something I’d ever experienced before. I really wanted to explore it further, no matter what the consequences were.
“I warned you,” he growled, lying above me, his palms braced against the wooden planks of the stage. “Don’t forget that.”