Dimitri's Moon (8 page)

He pushed her shirt from her shoulders and unhooked her bra.

She shuddered as he kissed each breast. His mouth was extremely gentle and he brushed it across her sensitive nipples.

Dimitri slid her forward, his teeth nipping on taut peak before his tongue licked away the sting. She remained silent as he lifted her in his arms and carried her to her leather couch, where he laid her down gently on a soft blanket.

He removed her shoes, pants, and panties before standing straight and looking down upon her. There was such burning passion in his stare that she swallowed and fought to get moisture back in her throat.

Lying there naked on her couch, Landi watched him unbutton his gold shirt, untucking it and letting it slide off his powerful shoulders to rest upon the rug at his feet. His chest was as magnificent as she remembered. His dark chest hair hid the muscles she knew were present; and as it had the first time she’d looked upon him, her eyes were drawn down below the waistband where his hair disappeared.

Landi licked her lips as another wave of moisture flooded her pussy. She whimpered and shifted her hips, the soft blanket beneath her doing nothing to help control her desire.

His hands moved to his belt and she waited impatiently as he undid it before releasing the hook on his pants and lowering the zipper.

Her eyes never left his waist when he stepped out of his pants and
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stood before her in his boxers. Landi allowed her gaze to move over the familiar ridge pressing up against the cotton material he wore. She wanted his large cock buried deep inside her. Her pussy throbbed and demanded attention.

“Dimitri,” she whispered.

He dropped to his knees beside her and kissed her. His tongue was gentle as it moved through her mouth, gentle but also thorough.

She whimpered as one of his callused hands palmed her breast and began kneading it, tugging on the peak, and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

She closed her eyes against the pleasure that washed over her.

Dimitri slid a hand behind her head, wrapping his fingers in her hair as his other one moved down over her torso, belly, and across her smooth, hairless pussy where two fingers teased the wet slit.

Her legs opened wider of their own accord. She wanted to feel him inside her. Instead of complying, his fingers only teased her.

“Dimitri,” she begged, “please!” Landi grabbed his hair, wrapping her hands around the strands, and latched her mouth back to his, increasing the intensity of the kiss.

A mind-blowing orgasm swept her as he slipped two fingers deep within her. His mouth swallowed her scream of pleasure. Her hips bucked to allow him the deepest penetration possible. His wrist drove his fingers in and out of her as she rode out her release.

She opened her eyes when he withdrew his fingers. He ended the kiss and rose over her totally naked. She didn’t know when he’d removed his boxers and she didn’t care. She whimpered as he settled between her legs and guided his rigid erection into her wet, willing body. As he pushed further into her, another spine-tingling climax spread throughout her.

“So perfect,” he murmured into her ear.

His breath skated across her skin and she arched against his steady thrusts. Dimitri’s lips moved along her jaw line and throat as he whispered to her in Greek. Landi hadn’t any clue what he said, but the emotions she felt from them made their meaning clear.

Dimitri grabbed one of her hands from his hair and laced their fingers together as his hips pumped in and out of her. There was no rushing, no frantic need to find that peak. He was creating a slow, hot fire within her and it spread throughout her entire body. All of her synapses blazed; each cell in her body felt his passion.

Slow, deep, endless strokes.

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She undulated beneath him, matching him thrust for thrust. The air filled with moans, mewls, and ragged breathing. The soft blanket below her combined with his coarse chest hair and hard muscles created a wonderful sensation against her skin.

Dimitri would die a happy man if this were the last thing he did in his lifetime. Her internal muscles held him tightly, begged him not to withdraw from her wet heat. He’d almost erupted within her the moment he’d slid between her thighs. Nothing had ever felt so perfect.

Her body moved with him like they’d never been apart. He pushed, she arched. She purred with each stroke he delivered. Over and over, he murmured how much he loved her, how much he’d missed her and how eternally sorry he was for how he’d treated her. Every last word he spoke came from his heart and reached her ear in Greek.

Her breathing increased and her whimpers grew faster and faster. Dimitri knew she was close. He pumped a little faster within her and grunted with satisfaction when her body matched his pace. He knew he was close as well.

Landi’s heels dug into his lower back. The hand he held tightened around his and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. Her feminine channel milked him as she climaxed and her scream filled the air.

Dimitri kissed her while he stroked deep in her body. It didn’t take long and he exploded as well. He moaned his release into her mouth and continued pumping until his exhausted body could take no more. He lowered himself onto her, arms shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. His heart pounded uncontrollably and as her hands trailed up and down his back. He sighed with contentment.

Carefully, Dimitri rolled to his side, keeping Landi pressed close to him. His lips brushed over her forehead. Her rapid heartbeat ham-mered against his chest. Tightening his arms around her, he stared across the dimly lit living room. The rich smell of all the flowers still filled the air. They remained silent, just allowing their breathing to slow along with their heartbeats.

Landi’s hand began stroking up and down his side. Dimitri felt himself growing harder within her. Her warm breath drifted across his chest; but when her tongue snuck out and laved across his nipple, his body jerked with want.

“Landi,” he rumbled deep in his throat.

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“Shut up, Dimitri,” she ordered before her teeth grazed his tight nipple.

A primitive roar built up from the depths of his chest. Rolling more, he lay on his back and watched Landi, in all her beauty, rise above him and begin to ride his rapidly hardening erection.

For the rest of the night, Dimitri made love to Landi all throughout her apartment. He thrust into her against the cold sliding glass door that led to her balcony as the sun came up over Central Park and welcomed the start of a brand new year. Her scream of pleasure resonated through him and he came with a low roar. Her body sank into him. With care, Dimitri carried her back to her bedroom and placed her exhausted body in her bed.

After covering her up with the comforter, he walked back through her apartment to shut off lights and double-check the locks on her door. Padding silently back to her bedroom, Dimitri stopped in the doorway and stared at her sleeping body. He was beat, but part of him was scared of going to sleep for fear he might miss something.

There was one light on in the room and it bathed her with a gentle glow. Her thick lashes lay against her smooth cheeks. She was on her back, one arm on top of the white-and-pink comforter, and the other beneath it. She looked totally at peace.

He shut off the light and walked to the bed. The early-morning light filtering in through her sheer curtains guided his way. Pulling back the comforter, he slid in beside her.

Rising up on his elbow, he trailed his fingers through her silken hair. With one thumb he traced her eyebrows, moved down the bridge of her nose, and skimmed over her full lips, which were still a bit swollen from his earlier kisses.

She never awakened. Her breathing remained deep and even.

Dimitri couldn’t stop touching her. It was almost like a dream; and if he stopped, he just knew he would wake up and find himself alone again.

“I never should have let you go, Ilanderae Rogue Nycks. Never,” he whispered as he brushed his lips over one closed eye.

For a while he lay there, head propped up on his hand and watched Landi sleep. Occasionally, he touched her softly or brushed kisses across her smooth skin.

Eventually, Dimitri got up and took a shower. As he dried himself off, he snuck another glance at Landi. She still lay in the same position sound asleep. He pulled on his boxers and pants before towe-

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ling off his hair a little more. Barefoot, he padded into the kitchen and began making breakfast.

Landi rolled over and stretched as she yawned. Sated was the only word to describe how she felt at that moment. Utterly sated.

Opening her eyes, she looked around her room. The memory of Dimitri’s touch flooded over her and she shuddered as her body responded.

Was it all a dream? If it was, what a way to ring in the New Year.

“No way,” she muttered.

Slowly, she got out of bed and headed for her closet. Her outfit from the previous day wasn’t anywhere in the room. She picked a black, full-length silk robe with pink trim and slid it on over her naked body. Raking a hand through her tangled hair, Landi shoved her feet into her house slippers and left her bedroom.

Landi stopped and stared at her living area. It was still full of flowers.
It hadn’t been a dream.
Worrying her lower lip between her teeth, she paused before continuing on toward the man she knew was in the kitchen. Where did they stand now?

At the kitchen’s threshold, Landi froze as her heart leapt into her mouth. Dimitri stood there, giving her a side profile, as he mixed something in a bowl. He wore nothing but his pants and they hung low on his lean hips. She could see his hair was a bit damp and she realized he’d used her shower.

“Morning, Landi,” he said, turning his head and gazing at her through the hair that hung between them.

“Dimitri,” she responded softly.

She remained immobile as he set the bowl down on the counter and walked to her. His steps were sure and never faltered. Dark stubble covered his strong jaw and his golden eyes were sharp and clear as he watched her face. One hand rose to cup her cheek as he leaned down and kissed her.

She whimpered and her knees weakened with the power of his kiss. Dimitri’s tongue surged into her mouth, searching each and every corner he could reach. Landi felt his other hand settling on the small of her back, holding her tight against his bare chest. His cock pressed into her belly, making her shudder with longing.

Too soon his mouth left hers. When he met her gaze, his eyes swirled with desire. Two of his fingers tucked some of her hair behind her ear before tracing her lower lip. “You are so beautiful,” he whis-

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pered before bushing a tender kiss across her lips. Dimitri let her go and moved back to what he was doing.

She wasn’t sure what to do. Anger at him had always been her defense this past year; but for the life of her, all she wanted to do was jump him and spend all day making love. Shoving that thought to the back of her mind, Landi asked, “How long are you in town for?”

“A few days,” he paused and shrugged, “unless I get a call.”

Landi nodded. She understood he could be called away at a moment’s notice. Kacy and she had talked about that very thing many, many times.

“I do have to call and check on my cousin, though. See how he’s doing.”

“What exactly is AJ doing here?” Landi questioned as she moved to the fridge and pulled out some orange juice.

“Same thing as I am. Getting his woman.”

She trembled at the conviction in his tone. Reaching for two glasses, she poured juice into each of them and put the jug back in the refrigerator. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

A charming smile filled his features. Landi bit back a snort. She knew his good looks got many people to lower their guard around him.

According to Kacy, that was part of what made him so damn good at his job.

Resting her hip against the counter, she queried, “Who’s his woman?”
It’s safer to talk about something else.

The gleam in his eyes as he looked at her told her he knew exactly what she was doing. “Her name is Samara.” He set the bowl down for a second time and walked toward her. “She’s beautiful, kind, and I know you’ll like her. Stop avoiding what we need to talk about.”

She gulped in some air. He moved with such fluidity, such grace, such danger. His arms settled on either side of her, trapping her between his hard body and the unforgiving countertop behind her.

“And what is it we need to discuss?”

He lowered his head to hers, his thick hair sliding down around his face. “The fact, Ms. Nycks, that I don’t want this to be a one-night-stand kind of thing. The fact,” he paused and kissed her nose, “I want you to know how much you mean to me and how sorry I am for the way I behaved.” Another kiss.

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Landi ducked below his arm and skated around him. She dragged sweaty palms down her robe. Facing the door to her pantry, she bit back a whimper as his sun-kissed arms trapped her again.

She kept her eyes lowered as he turned her toward him. He used one lean finger to bring her chin up. His golden gaze waited for her.

The inky blackness of his hair contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin and amazing eyes. Long lashes lowered as he blinked once, slowly, before he cupped her cheek and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It demanded, and she gave him everything he asked for. As his tongue swept through her mouth, he took one hand, trailed it down her arm, and laced their fingers before placing their joined hands over her head. His mouth was hungry as he feasted on her. Landi could feel her nipples harden for attention, her pussy flood with moisture, and her skin prickled with anticipation. Dimitri abraded her skin with his stubble as he nibbled down the side of her throat, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more of him.