The Russian's Tender Lover (The Sisterhood) (20 page)

Her mouth dropped open as she watched and felt, his leg moving in and out of hers while his hand pressed her closer. That one movement was so intimate that she gasped and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as the feeling created shivers that spread outward.

She had no idea how they’d gotten there, but Marco had danced them into a corner of the room. A moment later, he stepped back, took her hand in a firm grip and pulled her out of the ballroom, down the hallway until he reached a place where there were no other guests or wait staff. The hallway was darker than the others, quiet until Marco pulled her into his arms then pressed her up against the wall, lifting her up with both his hands and his leg that slid between her legs, pressing his hips against hers.

Zoe inhaled sharply and moaned when she felt his erection, excited when he moved so it was exactly where she wanted it. But not quite right. She needed more and she pressed her hips against him all the while his mouth covered hers, ravaging her with his touch and teeth, nipping and soothing, pulling her tongue into his mouth and sucking, then diving into hers.

Zoe was on a wave of feeling, pressing herself against him, tasting him, unbuttoning two of his shirt buttons so her fingers could slide inside and feel his skin. His mouth moved from hers to her neck and she cried out when he found a sensitive spot behind her ear.

“We have to get out of here,” he growled. Stepping back, he buttoned his shirt back up and looked down at Zoe. She looked like she’d just been thoroughly kissed but at least her hair was still intact. Her lips were swollen and she had a dazed, hungry look in her eyes but other than that, he thought they’d be able to make it through the ballroom and out the front door without too many questions.

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