Forty one

Hazel.

Making out with him while on his laps and in his private jet was even better than it had been in his bed. Andrey know what I liked, the moves that made me moan and gasp and sink my finger into his hair.

He pulled back and smiled up at me, his hands roaming up and down my back before he cups my butt and gives it a gently squeeze--I smiled, biting my lower lip. I hate it when I do that because it meant I was going nuts over him. How did I get so obsessed with this man?

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was rich and deep. Warmth ran between my legs, leaving on emptiness behind I was afraid only he could fill.

He leans in, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When I still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. "Or now." He traced the line of my cheekbone. "Or now." His li