Page 6 of Kidnapped Bride

I didn’t want to stop talking to him because our dating speed didn't match.

"You do?" he growled, leaning in to bury his face in my neck. His stubble scratched down my neck and I groaned.

"Yes," I told him, this time more emphatically. "I do…" And as I said it, my better judgment started to shut up so I could enjoy it. That and the buzz of alcohol now fully kicking in.

Niko tore into me like an animal, pawing greedily at my side as he pulled me under him and laid me down on the couch cushions.

My heart hammered against my ribs as he settled over me.

I'd never been with anyone who moved with confidence like this. There was no hesitation or doubt in his touch.

His hands slid up my sides, bunching the fabric of my dress as he explored the curve of my waist.

"God, I've been dreaming about this," he said against my ear. "It's been torture waiting so long for you." His words made me shudder.

To think he'd been fantasizing about this for the past few weeks only made me more aroused.

A man who wanted me so badly that he couldn’t wait to get me was so hot.

My previous clumsy encounters with much younger guys were nothing like this.

Niko was a man who clearly knew what he wanted, and I worried I wouldn't measure up to what he expected.

The ball of nerves in my gut pulsed, reminding me how much older and more experienced he was.

He kissed my neck again, and his stubble scraped against my sensitive skin, making me shiver. I tilted my head to give him better access and let a soft moan escape.

"You've fantasized about me?" I asked, letting my eyes shut.

"Every day, Kira." Niko's words were hot against my skin, his hands hotter still as he slid them up my back. His fingers found the zipper and tugged, parting the fabric and exposing my back to the chill in the air.

It made me shudder and arch into him as his fingers found my bare skin.

I stiffened and I couldn't help it.

I felt so nervous.

I wanted him, but I got in my own head, telling myself it'd be no good for him, that he wouldn't like me.

A million excuses popped into my head about why he shouldn't take my dress off, and every single one of them was proof that a man his age deserved someone with way more experience than me.

"Relax for me," he whispered, brushing my ear with his lips. "I've got you. Just let it happen."

He pushed the sleeves of my red dress off my shoulders.

I lifted my arms to help, and the fabric slid down, bunching at my waist.

Cool air hit my bare breasts, and my nipples tightened instantly.

I wanted to cover myself, but the hungry look in his eyes stopped me—so did his hand that pushed my arms aside as his eyes drank me in.

"Look at you," he growled in a lusty tone. "God, your tits are perfect." He cupped one breast, thumb stroking over the peak, then lowered his head and sucked it into his mouth.

I gasped and arched upward, my fingers threading into his hair as the heat of his tongue sent sparks straight between my legs.

He switched sides, giving the other the same attention while his free hand slid down my thigh and pushed my dress higher.

When his thumb brushed over the outside of my panties, I felt the sticky moisture and his hooded eyes darkened. "You're already soaked, Kira…" Heat burned my cheeks. I bit my lip and felt shame wash over me. Was I not supposed to be? "Good girl," he praised, and it sent a rush of blood through my face that caused my body temp to rise.