Kaz’s white teeth flashed in a sinful grin as he watched her, knowing. “There …”
“Yeah.”
Measured, but fast enough to make her shake, his fingers worked her sex. Violet’s mouth went dry as the sounds crawled from her throat without her permission. Her fingers curled against the counter, her nails biting into her palms. She was hot under his touch, mindless, and it was wonderful.
“So wet,” he told her, bending down so that their noses touched and his lips swept hers as he spoke. “Tight and wet around me, Violet. Jesus.”
She still couldn’t fucking breathe.
“Oh, my God.”
“Give it to me,” he demanded.
His words came out clipped and dark—rough like his fingers that were digging into her inner thigh. That bite of pain was enough of a shock to make her gasp in a lungful of air.
“Come on,” he urged.
His fingers stroked faster, harder. Then his thumb flicked up, driving into her clit as his digits curled on the next thrust.
Violet shattered. She was gone in a flash—suspended in a moment where she couldn’t feel anything at all, and she couldn’t hear the words Kaz was saying. Sensation started to hit, and it started from her center and swiftly worked its way through the rest of her body.
Like a live wire, her nerves snapped from the intensity.
“Kaz …”
“Just like that,” he said. His voice was dark and heady in her ear as he kissed the spot under her ear. “My name, just like that, Violet.”
She panted, letting her fingers uncurl from their tight fists. They literally ached from how hard she had pressed them into the counter. Tilting her head back to the mirror, she reveled in his soft lips as they moved over her neck with ghosts of kisses. Every so often, his tongue would strike out and taste her for just a second before his teeth nipped at the same spot.
But it calmed her.
Even as that heat started to build again, and his fingers left her body, a fire burned.
Bright.
Hot.
So dangerous.
Kaz Markovic could quickly become a complication for Violet. One she didn’t need.
Like a fucking addiction she couldn’t kick, swimming through her veins.
He might already be one.
Violet admired the sight of the small wave rushing up on the beach from the floor-to-ceiling windows inside Kaz’s bedroom. Not a second after he had yanked her off the counter in the bathroom, a phone had started ringing somewhere outside of his bedroom, and after a quick internal struggle as to whether or not he was going to answer, he’d deposited her on his bed with a quick “Stay”, as though there was anywhere else she would rather be as he left to answer.
She hadn’t followed his instruction, not really, choosing to go over to the windows and look out, wanting to see whatever he saw when he stood in the same spot.
Stories had been told to her of Little Odessa, but from what she could see, it wasn’t anything like those. It was beautiful at night, the stars glinting off the water, waves crashing into the sand. Lights lit up the buildings outside of Kaz’s apartment, making her eyes stretch across the sprawling buildings, going on as far as the eye could see.
No, Little Odessa was nothing like she had been told, but neither was Kaz.
Pressing her hand against the glass, she leaned closer, looking everywhere she could, at least until she saw Kaz’s reflection suddenly walking toward her through it. She didn’t turn to look at him however, merely enjoyed the view.
“Do you like what you see?” He asked, a rough hand sliding along her hip and around to rest on her stomach.
“Yeah.” But not as much as she enjoyed the sight of him. There was no need to tell him that, though—his ego didn’t need it.
She could see people walking along the boardwalk, some even on the beach despite the hour. For a moment, she wondered whether if they looked up, would they be able to see them standing there in front of the windows—her mostly naked, besides his shirt he had given her before leaving the room, and him in his pants.
And even as the thought crossed her mind, she still didn’t move.
“They could see you,” he said like he was reading her mind. “If the lights were on in here.”
Violet raised a brow, musing over the people enjoying their evening. “Huh.”
She shivered as Kaz’s hand slid lower, his fingertips tapping a gentle beat against her pubic bone.
“I thought I told you to stay put,” he said in her ear.
“And I didn’t.”
Kaz stepped closer, his chest molding to Violet’s back. Again, his fingers danced lower until the tips were brushing the spot just above her clit.
Teasing, she knew.
“But since they can’t see me,” she started to say, grinning, “I think I like it here.”