Page 42 of Touch Me Not (Manwhore #1)

When he pulled away, he left her breathless, and the haunted look had fled her eyes.

Now they were brimming with desire. Nikoli gathered her in his arms, stood, and walked to the bed.

Putting her down, he stripped off his shirt.

She looked up at him, and the trust in her face was something he’d always wanted, and the one girl he didn’t want it from was giving it to him.

What the hell was he going to do about Lily Isabella Holmes?

Lily waited for him to do or say something.

He had the oddest look on his face. She had distracted him earlier by asking him to kiss her.

She couldn’t tell him she was crying because she was losing him.

He’d freak. She’d made up her mind on the drive back that she would lose their bet.

If all she had with Nikoli was this weekend, then she’d savor it and tuck it away to bring out when she was feeling lonely.

She loved him. It was as simple as that.

He reached down and pulled the bath towel away from her naked body and sat behind her on the bed to dry her hair.

He used slow, gentle movements, and she sighed.

He always made her feel so safe, so cared for.

He tossed the towel after a few minutes, and she felt his lips on her neck, nuzzling.

She leaned back against him and relaxed as his lips made their way down to her collarbone, his tongue swiping quick tastes here and there. He was being so tender.

His hands traveled down her arms, slid over her thighs, trailed back up her stomach, and then brushed against the underside of her breasts.

She moaned and pressed against him, silently asking him for more.

His hands curled around her breasts, squeezing softly before rolling her nipples.

Lily arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, demanding more.

“Nikoli…”

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Don’t talk, dushka . Just let me love you.” He moved from behind her and pushed her down on the bed.

She fought her tears at his softly whispered words. She’d love him as best as she could for tonight.

“Don’t cry, Milaya ,” he whispered. “Please don’t cry.”

She smiled through her tears and reached for him. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I’m happy, Nikoli. Let me love you tonight too. Please.”

He stared down at her with wide eyes then nodded.

He stood and slipped his jeans off. He was beautiful.

His skin was a rich tone, reminding her of someone from Greece more than Russia.

His black eyes and hair gave him that bad boy look, one he encouraged.

His body was sculpted from hours in the gym, and she loved every inch of it.

Lily sat up and held her hand out to him. He took it without hesitation, and she tugged. He smiled and lay down next to her, turning so he faced her. “What do you plan on doing, Milaya ?”

“Whatever I want.” She ran her fingers lazily over his chest. “Whatever I want, Kincaid.”

Nikoli closed his eyes and let Lily have her way. He was so proud of her. She’d spent the entire day having her family touch her, and now she was here, naked and asking to touch him. He was so very proud of his Lily Bells.

Her thumbs circled his nipples, and he let out a small gasp.

No one had ever affected him like Lily. The feel of her hands on his skin was driving him crazy.

He wanted to flip her, bend her over the bed, and take her, but he didn’t.

Instead, he lay here and let her exploring fingers torture him.

Something he’d never really allowed any other girl to do.

But then he’d never trusted anyone like he did his Lily Bells.

Her warm, wet lips started to travel over his skin, and it was all he could do to hold back a moan. He opened his eyes and stared down at her. She was doing to him what he’d done to her, and he realized how hard it had been for her to stay still if she felt even an ounce of what he did now.

Her touch set off a fire inside him, and before long he was pulling her up to meet his lips. He could only take so much of her sweet torture. She tried to protest, but he hushed her and rolled so she was beneath him. “No, Milaya . Any more of that and it’ll be over before it begins.”

She laughed, and he felt it go through every part of him. He closed his eyes and forced himself to regain some control over the urge to fuck her hard right then and there. She deserved better than that.

“Lily, I need to ask…” She shifted under him, inadvertently rubbing herself against him. “Ah, fuck, Lily, don’t move.”

Another small laugh escaped her. “What do you want to know?”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No, I’m not a virgin. Remember when I told you I got caught up in the wrong crowd after my dad died? Lost my virginity way back then, but it’s been a long time.”

“Well, hell,” he grumbled. That was just as bad.

“Nikoli?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re thinking too hard.” Laughter danced in her eyes.

He laughed; he couldn’t help it. Lily’s laughter was contagious. He’d never hesitated with a woman in his life, but here he was worried about hurting this one. She was warm, wet, and willing beneath him and telling him to get on with it. No one had ever had to tell him that before.

He thrust two fingers inside her, causing her to gasp. “Still thinking too hard?”

“No.” Her voice was low, and deep, and breathy all at the same time.

She was dripping wet, but still he hesitated. He worked her with his fingers, thrusting them in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit, listening to her moan and mutter nonsense things.

“Tell me now if you want me to stop, Milaya ,” he said, his voice harder than he’d intended, but damn, he hurt with the need to get inside her.

Lily gave him the softest smile he’d ever seen and cupped his face. “I don’t want to stop, Nikoli.”

He groaned and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his tongue dragging over the sensitive skin. He slid his fingers out of her, and she whimpered in protest. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes.” That one word, full of so much want and need, was all he needed to hear.

He grabbed a condom from the bedside table drawer and rolled it on.

The hotel always stocked them there at his request. He pushed himself up and dragged Lily toward him, her legs spread over his thighs. Moisture dripped from her opening.

“Look at me, Milaya . Don’t close your eyes.”

Lily felt the shudder go through her at his command, her body automatically reacting to it.

She pulled her eyes up to his and gasped at the burning desire she saw there.

The hesitation on his face made her reach up, and he laced his fingers through hers.

His other hand curled around her hip and pulled her to him as he slid inside her.

Lily moaned at the unfamiliar burning sensation as he stretched her.

“Easy,” he murmured. “Relax, Milaya , just relax.”

Lily gasped when he pushed deeper, and the burning turned to something else, something she couldn’t define.

He filled her, and she felt herself clench around him, reveling in the way he groaned every time she did.

She squeezed the hand still wrapped around hers as he began to move within her.

His pace was slow and gentle, letting her get used to the feel and size of him as he slid into her and back out.

Fire ripped through her, its heat intensifying with every second.

She tugged on the hand she held, and he came down, shifting his body to keep his weight off her.

His eyes met hers, and she reached up to pull his head down, her lips finding his.

He kissed her like it was their first kiss and their last kiss all rolled into one.

Her legs wrapped around him, and she got lost in the feel of Nikoli moving, the sensations cascading through her, and the way his lips ate at hers, like she was the only thing keeping him breathing.

His pace became faster, harder, and Lily groaned, her body reacting to it, the pressure building.

His lips left hers, and his arms slid under her, wrapping his hands over her shoulder blades, holding her steady while he drove himself into her, his thrusts deep and hard.

Lily cried out, the pleasure so intense she didn’t know if she wanted to run from it or demand more.

Nikoli held her in place, his hips slamming into hers.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue swiping the lobe. “Just let go, Milaya , let go.”

The pressure inside built and built with each thrust into her body.

When the orgasm hit, she wasn’t prepared and screamed, Nikoli’s name leaving her lips as the wave crashed into and over her entire body.

She was only vaguely aware of Nikoli shouting her own name as he reached his climax.

His body sagged on top of hers, his breathing as labored as hers.

Lily smiled and allowed herself to relax, her body heavy and sated.

This was something she’d never regret or forget.

It was several moments before Nikoli was able to gain the strength to pull out of her and roll, bringing Lily with him.

He didn’t say anything, but then neither did she.

Never, in all his years, had he felt anything like he had when he made love to Lily.

She’d shattered him, barreled forward and knocked down every wall he’d ever put up to protect himself.

Her kindness, her need to love him like he did her, had been his downfall.

She’d given to him what he’d never expected any woman to give.

She’d given him every part of herself, holding nothing back, and he’d done the same.

Lily Holmes scared the hell out of him.