Experienced (A Real Man, 4) (4 page)

I
couldn’t stop thinking
about Sabine and the moments we’d shared in the car and at the boutique. I could have taken her right then and there, shown her what I wanted to do to her, and not given a shit if the sales associate saw it. I’d been hard, so fucking hard I’d thought about going to the bathroom to relieve myself to try and tame some of this need moving through me.

But I knew nothing would compare to Sabine. I knew nothing could tame my arousal unless it was
she
.

I’d waited four years to be with her, hiding my feelings, not sure if telling her what I wanted, and hoping she felt the same way, would work out. She was an adult, knew what she wanted in life, and the way she’d reacted to me today told me she wanted me.

My driver pulled up to the house and everyone exited. I watched as she climbed out of the car, her long legs unfolding. The heels I’d insisted on buying because they matched the dress and screamed “fuck me” looked incredible on her. My cock jerked, but I tried to keep the desire that burned deep inside of me at bay.

“Thank you for dinner. It was lovely,” Annabelle said and wrapped her arms around Leo.

“My pleasure.” I should have said more, how it was lovely to catch up with them, how we needed to do all of that, but my focus was on Sabine and the way she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. She’d been doing that all night, and a part of me felt like a predator wanting to grab onto its prey … and Sabine was
my
prey.

I could tell she might be conflicted about what was going on between us, the arousal that I knew she felt just as strongly as I felt for her. I looked at the feather necklace she wore. It had meant so much more than just a graduation gift all those years ago. It was a token of my feelings for her, light, easily held in the hand, but complex even if on the outside it didn’t appear as such.

And the bracelet she wore on her delicate wrist. I was possessive of Sabine, without a doubt, but I was also controlled, careful, and knew how to keep myself in check. I didn’t even want to think about her with anyone else.

She was mine, and I wanted to show her how good we’d be together.

* * *

A
fter we arrived home
, I’d hoped to spend time with Hugo. My parents had gone to bed a little over an hour ago, and here I was still in the dress Hugo had gotten for me, not wanting to take it off for some reason.

I didn’t know what any of this meant, or if I’d even get to talk to him about it before he left, but the very thought of him leaving and not coming back for so long—however long that might be—had this sick feeling consuming me.

I didn’t want anyone else. I’d known that before I’d even seen the desire for me in his eyes. The very thought of not being able to tell him the truth, to be honest with the both of us, made it seem as if the world would crash down around me.

I thought on that for several minutes and came to the conclusion I couldn’t just hope something like this happened again.

Hugo was it for me.

Thinking about being with anyone else just didn’t do it for me. I wanted only him, and he needed to know that.

* * *

I
’ve never been
the type of man to sit around and wait for things to fall into my lap. I didn’t get where I was in life, and with my corporation, by not taking action.

I’d waited long enough to be with Sabine, and I wasn’t going to wait anymore.

But when I opened the front door of the guesthouse, I saw her standing there. She still wore the dress I’d bought her, and this stab of possession slammed into me. I wanted her wearing the things I bought.

I wanted to be the one to peel what she wore off.

Lust slammed into me, but so did love. I fucking loved Sabine, more than I could even fully comprehend … more than she’d ever fully know.

For her I’d go to any lengths to make sure she was protected. I’d level buildings if it made her happy.

“Hugo.” She whispered my name, and everything in me tightened. “I’m just going to say this because I’m done hiding.”

I curled my fingers into the doorframe, trying to refrain from pulling her into the house and making her mine. I wanted to kiss her until she was breathless, until she was clutching at me and begging me to make her mine in any way I saw fit.

But I didn’t move, because she clearly had something to say. This would be a break it or make it situation. She’d either tell me whatever between us couldn’t go on or she’d finally give herself to me.

She looked down at her hands, which she started twisting together. She was nervous, and I hated that I’d made her feel this way, even inadvertently.

I reached out and placed one hand on hers and lifted her head up with a forefinger under her chin. She stared up at me, her eyes so wide, her expression so vulnerable.

“It’s okay,” I said softly, wanting to pull her into my chest so badly, to stroke my hand over her hair, and to let Sabine know she’d never have to feel anything but comfort and safety around me.

“I love you, Hugo.” Her eyes got even wider when she said those words, and if possible, my body tightened even further. I let go of her hands and chin, staring at her with probably a little bit of shock on my face. However, what I felt so strongly it could have knocked me on my ass, was possession.

She’s mine.

“
I
love you so much
, Hugo. I have for years. I know what I felt from you today when it was just us, and I’m tired of trying to pretend that this might go away … that my emotions for you will diminish over time.” She looked at me for a long second. “It only grows stronger as time passes.”

I didn’t have any self-control when it came to Sabine. Right now, the way she looked at me, the things she said … I wasn’t about to try and stop myself from having her, from showing her I loved her as well.

I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d wanted to.

I cupped my hand on the back of her head, held her in place, and leaned forward. For a second, all we did was stare into each other’s eyes and breathe the same air.

“Kiss me, Hugo,” she whispered, begging me in that softly sweet voice of hers.

I groaned, my body shaking. “
Lyubov moya
.” I whispered the endearment, knowing she’d understand the Russian term. I opened my eyes and saw she understood me clearly.

She looked up at me with wide eyes.

“My love,” I said on a harsh groan. “I love you, too, Sabine. God,” I groaned and closed my eyes for a heartbeat. “God, I fucking love you so much it hurts sometimes.” I leaned down to kiss her like it was the last time I ever would.

But it wasn’t. Fucking hell it wasn’t. We were just getting started.

She moaned for me, and I kissed her harder. I tightened my hold on her hair, tilted her head back, and moved my mouth down her neck. With my tongue and lips, I ran a path down the slender arch of her throat, licking, sucking, and making her know I loved every part of her. I sucked on her collarbones, loving the way she arched her back, her breasts pressing firmly into mine.

“That’s it,
Krasivaya
.” I sucked on her flesh until I knew it would be red, until I knew my mark would be on her. “I’ve wanted you, too, for years, Sabine. I’ve wanted you until it’s only been you consuming my thoughts, until it’s only you that I’ve lived for.”

“Hugo.”

The way she whispered my name had my cock jerking. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

“I need you. Just you.”

I pulled her inside the guesthouse, shut the door, and cupped the side of her face. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, tasting the sweet flavor of her mouth. God, she was perfect. I curled my hand around her neck even more, dug my fingers into her hair, and pulled her impossibly closer. There wasn’t any part of her I didn’t want touching me.

She pulled away and I moved back, giving her space.

“Are we doing this?” she asked. Her voice was soft, her lips red and glossy.

“I want to do so much more,” I said in a low voice, looking at her mouth, still holding onto her.

The silence stretched between us for several seconds, and then she rose on her toes, wound her arms around my neck, and kissed me like she needed me to survive.

I groaned, loving that she opened her mouth wide for me. I plunged my tongue into the warm, sweet recess of her mouth.

“I’m so wet.”

The sound of her whispered words had my cock jerking even harder. I wanted to be buried inside of her, to feel her pussy milking my cock.

I wanted to pump my seed deep in her body, make her mine.

“Is this crazy?” she asked, and I pulled back and looked down at her.

I wanted to tell her it didn’t matter if it was because this felt right, good. I stroked my finger along her cheek instead. “Maybe it is crazy, but I can’t stop now that I started.” I’d let the floodgates open when it came to her, and I was not about to close them.

“You can’t stop?” She lowered her gaze to my mouth, and I looked at the pulse beneath her ear that was beating rapidly.

“No.” I looked back at her face. “I don’t want to stop.”

She breathed harder. “Good, because I don’t want you to stop, Hugo.”

I groaned at her words. I had no control over my actions anymore, not right now, and not with Sabine so responsive to me. “
Krasavitsa
.” I moved my thumb to her mouth and slowly around her pink flesh.

I looked in her eyes.

“I’ve always wanted you,” she whispered.

I leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart. “It’s always been you for me, Sabine.”

She arched her chest, pressing her breasts against me.

I gnashed my teeth together at how good that felt. I turned us around and walked her backward, using my much bigger body as leverage to get her to do what I wanted.

“Do you want me?” I asked in a low, deep voice.

“Yes,” was all she said.

I ran my tongue along her lips, and she parted for me.

“Do you want me to worship every part of you? Do you want to come for me?”

She shivered in my embrace and closed her eyes. When she nodded, I felt the heat from her body slam into me.

“And I would, Sabine.” I pulled back and waited until she opened her eyes and looked at me. “I would worship every single part of you with my hands, mouth, and tongue. I’d make you come without even being inside of you.”

She groaned.

Sabine was my undoing … always.

“I don’t want to hold back anymore, Hugo.”

I reveled in the smoothness of her skin and felt like the world was crashing down around me. For years I’d held back, buried my desires, but no more. Tonight, I would show Sabine what she meant to me. I’d show her with my body how much I cared about her … how much I loved her. I’d move heaven and earth to please this woman.

She stared into my eyes, and I felt my heart beat a little faster at the vulnerability I saw. God, did Sabine know the power she held over me?

“Touch me, Hugo,” she whispered.
She
pressed her breasts more firmly against my chest.

“It’s you and I, Sabine.” And then, before anything else could be said, I kissed her again at the same time I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom.