Page 44 of Saving Forever
“Mama.” Viktor turns to her with a smile.
She says something in Russian, and he merely tightens his grip on my waist.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the game,” is all he says. “I am tired.”
“Will we see you tomorrow?” Mr. Maslak asks.
“I will text you in the morning, once Coach lets us know our schedule. We will not have practice but maybe team meeting.”
Mrs. Maslak eyes me for a moment and then turns to her sister, speaking Russian again.
“Mama.” Viktor’s tone holds a warning, but she either doesn’t care or refuses to react.
“Good night.” Viktor takes my hand and leads me to the elevator.
“What was that?” I whisper once we’re inside.
“They don’t believe we are really married. I think Mama convinced Olga that we lie.”
“So, you kissed me to prove otherwise?”
He hesitates and then digs his fingers into the hair at the back of my neck. “I kissed you because I have been waiting for this since the day I first saw you.”
I blink. “Since…the day at West and Serena’s wedding?”
He nods. “You were upset. Crying. All I could think was to hold you. Maybe not to kiss you exactly in that moment, but soon. From the beginning it has been here.” His grip on my hair tightens but he uses his free hand to tap his chest. “Do you feel this or am I alone?”
Do I feel it?
I feel so much I’m about to combust.
“I feel everything,” I whisper.
His mouth covers mine again, quick and hungry, until the elevator stops. We hurry to our room and he unlocks the door, letting me walk in ahead of him. He drops his bag and kicks off his shoes. Before I have a chance to say anything, he’s on me in two long steps, strong arms circling my waist, pulling me close.
“I want this but you must be okay.”
My response is to lift to my toes and kiss him again.
And that’s all it takes.
Our mouths lock together and this time there’s nothing tentative about it. This kiss is staking a claim—on me, on him, on us. I don’t know exactly what that means but it doesn’t matter. I didn’t know how much I needed this until he kissed me.
Now I can’t get enough.
My arms wind around his neck and I press closer, loving the feel of his body against mine. He’s tall and lean but strong and warm. When I said he makes me feel safe, I wasn’t exaggerating. Whenever we’re in the same room together, I know without a doubt nothing can hurt me. Becoming physically intimate, well, that’s going to ratchet things up another level or five.
And we’re not taking our time.
We’ve already started yanking at pieces of clothing—his shirt, my shoes, his belt, my jersey. We barely break the kiss, just long enough to get the jersey over my head. Then our lips fuse together again, tongues tangling deliciously. One of his hands travels down to my bottom, squeezing one ass cheek as he grinds against me.
“Do you feel how much I want you?” he growls against my mouth.
Do I ever!
He’s hard as stone, every inch pulsing against my groin. I reach down, moving my hand between us so I can cup it through his pants. He’s large, but not overly so, and I can’t wait to feel it inside me. He groans as I move my thumb back and forth across the length of his erection.
“I am without condom,” he pants gruffly.
