It was a decidedly chic, adult space. Classic. Sophisticated. He was way more than she’d expected. Her mistake really, she should have paid better attention. But naturally she got caught up in that face of his.
She was only human, after all.
“So tell me about your favorite tattoo lately,” he said as he joined her.
“That I’ve given?”
He nodded.
“I’m still giving it. A half sleeve. It’s a cardinal. Full color.” She indicated the way the bird lay around the curve and muscle of the upper arm. “Wings open. There’s a lot of fine line work with the feathers.”
“What about it makes you so proud of it?”
She thought awhile about the exact words to use. “It takes a steady hand. It’s scary at first when you’re inking someone. This is a big piece. A mistake is forever. I was nervous but since I just jumped and did it, it’s turning out really awesome.”
“You’re a risk taker.”
“Not so much anymore.”
“Making art is taking risk. You create something and throw it out there to rise or fall. That takes guts. And tattooing is forever. Well, there’s cover-ups and removal but you know what I mean.”
“I do.” She hadn’t thought of it like that but he was sort of right. “You’ve got the heart of a poet.”
“Evie says the same. I can’t see it.”
Without thinking about it, she reached out and pulled his hair free to tumble down. “You even have the hair and the face of a fallen angel.” It had been intended to tease but damn it if it wasn’t true.
“I tell myself I’m going to keep it slow and easy and then you go and say things like that. So delicious, right here under my nose for three years. You’d think after three years I’d have more chill, but I don’t.”
She drew a shaky breath. “I really shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be telling you all this stuff and thinking about how you kiss. There’s something about you, Vic. I say things I don’t intend to. I want things I shouldn’t. It scares the hell out of me.”
It was only the second date, but it was way deeper than that. They’d been developing a relationship for years and it seemed like now that they’d finally stepped into this new romantic thing between them, the intimacy had sharpened.
After years of living a very pared-down life, focused on herself and surviving, it was tender, nearly raw to let someone as close to her as she found herself doing with Vic.
“I’m not that person. I make good choices. I’m responsible. I pay my bills on time and I turn the water off when I’m brushing my teeth,” she told him.
He put his mug down, taking hers as well before turning back to her and enfolding her hands with his own.
“Are you suggesting I’m a bad choice?” he asked, teasing.
“Do these pants make my butt look big?”
He leaned closer, touching his lips to her cheek quickly. “You have an amazing butt and anything you wear makes it look great.”
“You’re not a bad choice.” Especially when he said stuff like that. “I’m just being weird. I did warn you. Let’s make out.”
His smirk told her he knew she was changing the subject and also that he was down with a lot of kissing.
He pulled her closer and then into his arms, crosswise over his lap. She squirmed just enough to get a lay of the land, so to speak.
Well now. There was some big country going on.
With a growl, he cupped her jaw, turning her to angle her mouth just how he wanted it. Their first kisses the day before had been sweet and sexy. But this...this was an utter devastation.
He nipped and nibbled, licked and sucked every part of her mouth until she was a warm puddle of purring woman, arms around his neck to keep from drowning in him.
He branded himself all over her. The heat of his hands—one splayed on her thigh, the other at her hip—seared. His taste burned itself into her memory so deep she knew she’d never forget.
A sexual fire within her burst into life, sending sparks of need through her as she urged him closer.
Yes. Fuck yes. More. More. More. She shifted her hold, fingers digging into his shoulders, holding him to her.
He hummed, as if she were delicious. “Gonna take a while to get down to the center of you,” he said against her lips.
She might have come just hearing those words.
Against her ass, his cock was hard and ready and big. All the protestations that she wasn’t a size queen flew out the window in the face of the very large penis that came along with this very hot Russian.
“I’m not going anywhere, so feel free to be thorough.”
He laughed, setting her back on the couch beside him. “I plan to spend a great deal of time on you, Rachel Dolan, with your wary eyes and that mouth that makes me weep.”
“I don’t want to make you weep,” she said, her lips quirking up into a smile. “Well, maybe I’d like to make you beg.”
He leaned in and stole a kiss that left her mouth swollen and tingly. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. I’m going to walk you home now.”
“Wait. What?” She looked at the clock, noticing it was already after eleven thirty. He had to get up early and she’d gotten all caught up in her hormones. “Later than I thought.”
He pushed his hair away from his face. “It’s not that. The occasional night where I don’t get at least six hours is fine. You’re worth it and I can always nap after work. I just want to take some time. I want you to crave me the way I crave you. And when we finally end up in bed—and we both know we will—it’s going to be mind-blowing. I like this stage. Full of anticipation. Discovery. I know your favorite color, but I didn’t know you’d like heart shaped pastry.”
“Who doesn’t like pastry in any shape? What are they? Monsters?”
“I like to sip and savor.” He stood and held a hand out. “You’re complex and layered, I’m going to enjoy you.”
She allowed him to pull her to her feet and then he helped her into her coat, again pausing on the porch to zip her up.
“I liked our second date,” she told him as they walked up her front steps.
“I did too. I think the third will be awesome as well.”
“I have high hopes,” she told him, deadpan.
Once they’d gotten inside it was to find Maybe and Alexsei were sprawled on the couch, all snuggled up and looking adorable.
“You get points for walking her in,” Maybe told Vic.
He bowed to her and then turned back to Rachel. “I’m sure I’ll see you before Saturday.”
“Chances are, yes.”
He bent and kissed her right there in her house and even though they’d just kissed for like forty-five minutes, it got her all starry-eyed again.
He and Alexsei blabbered on about something or other before he headed out and she pretended not to watch his progress from her bedroom window. Which worked until he turned, looked right up at her bedroom window and waved.