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looked at her, her eyes staring intently at me. “You need your rest.”
    She shook her head, sliding an arm out from under the blanket and motioning for me to come closer. “What I need is you, my big, strong, handsome Russian.
    I walked back slowly to the bed, ignoring my better judgment. She tossed the covers down towards her feet. “Lay down with me.”
    I took a deep breath. I could do this. I could offer her the comfort she needed without getting carried away. I slid into bed next to her, my cock growing hard as she pressed herself back against me. She raised up, letting me slide an arm beneath her neck, wrapping it around her protectively.
    “This is nice,” she said softly, pressing her ass back against me, purring like a cat when she felt my hard shaft.
    Unable to help myself, I leaned into her, pressing into her soft curvy asscheeks. A low groan escaped my throat as I tightened my grip on her, pulling her back against me. I rested my free hand on the curve of her hip, not sure if I was doing it to pull her closer or push her away. “You need your rest,” I said again, my voice lacking conviction.
    She looked back over her shoulder, reaching back, running her hand through my hair, pulling me closer to her. “All I need is you,” she whispered breathily, inches away from my lips.
    I should’ve pulled away. She was drunk. She didn’t know what she was doing. But I was only a man. A flawed man. A man pressed up against a beautiful woman, her body molding to mine as if she were made for me and me alone. With a last weak groan of resistance, my mouth claimed hers, my tongue sliding effortlessly into her mouth, tasting alcohol and soda. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair, her hips thrusting back insistently against mine.
    My hand slid from her hip down to her knee, down to the bottom of her skirt. I quickly pulled the material up over her hips, my hardness throbbing against her ass, soft moans escaping her as my fingers grazed her soft skin. “Yes,” she gasped, parting her thighs as my fingers skimmed across the wet satin covering her hot mound.
    Growling impatiently in her ear, I tore the fabric from her body. She trembled from head to toe, her breathing quick and shallow. I ran my fingers up and down her slit, nipping her shoulder with my teeth. “Tell me what you want.”
    “Oh God,” she gasped, grinding her ass against me, making me wish like hell that I’d removed my clothes before climbing into bed with her. “I want you, Dante. I want to feel you inside me.”
    I closed my eyes, heart racing, cock twitching. I wanted nothing more than to feel her wrapped around my shaft. No. That wasn’t quite right. I wanted much more than her body. I wanted all of her. Mind, body, and soul. I wanted her to be mine, and not just for one drunken night. I flicked my tongue across her earlobe, enjoying the way she shivered and moaned, the way she was grinding her hips against me. I had never come in my pants before but this hot little firecracker was getting dangerously close to changing that.
    She wanted me inside her, and damn my soul to hell, that was the one thing I couldn’t give her right now. I refused to let our first time be lost in foggy memories blurred by alcohol. But she was horny as hell, desperate for release, and I could damn sure help with that.
    I circled her hard clit with a finger, starting slow and slowly speeding up. She clamped her thighs tight against my wrist. “Dante,” she gasped, her body beginning to tremble.
    “Let it happen,” I whispered in her ear. “Give yourself to me and let me feel you come.”
    “Oh fuck,” she whispered breathlessly. “Dante…” her voice rose up as my finger moved faster. She grabbed my forearm, sinking her nails into my skin. “Oh Dios mío!” she cried, pressing against my hand. I took her clit between my finger and thumb, giving it a quick squeeze, sending her plummeting over the edge. “Yes,” she screamed over and