a/n: Just a reminder that this story is ending with a cliffhanger. If you don't enjoy a cliffy, you may not want to read on.

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My back arched when his lips fastened around my nipple; my fingers tangled in his hair to clutch the back of his head. It was like an electrical current ran directly from my chest to my core, and I felt a charge of warmth between my thighs. First it was his lips, sucking voraciously as I shimmied my body to get closer to him—it didn't matter that it wasn't possible—and then his tongue, licking the flesh around my hardened peak until I whimpered. With a chuckle, he licked the swollen region. When he pulled back and blew softly, I trembled at the cool sensation as my breathing hitched.

I'd been much too quick to agree before when I'd said my breasts deserved a large chunk of time. There was so much more of me, and every inch was craving him…his lips…his tongue…his breath. Desperation saturated my entire being in anticipation. My heart was hammering in my chest….both because this was wrong, and because I couldn't walk away now if I tried. My legs had been reduced to jelly as soon as his lips had touched mine.

One thing I knew for sure…when this night was over, Dimitri's taste would be forever etched in my memory.


With every stroke of my tongue, every brush of my lips, there was quivering. It really was the most incredible feeling—Roza, shuddering beneath my touch. When I leaned into her, her nipples strained against my chest. Reaching around to unclasp her bra, I grazed my fingertips up over the soft skin of her back as I straightened, my fingers looping beneath her bra straps and pulling it down over her shoulders and arms until it fell to the carpet.

I reached for her, but she apparently had other plans. She hastily shoved my shirt down over my arms until she'd rid me of it, then reached for my t-shirt and tugged it out of my jeans. I hissed as she rested her palms on my lower belly, then moved them slowly around to my back, moving them upwards until she was cupping my shoulders.

Rising up onto her tiptoes, she crushed her upper body against my chest and lifted her lips to mine for a frenzied kiss. Her tongue thrust back and forth, circling around inside of my mouth as if she was desperate to taste every part of me.

I couldn't suppress a growl as I bent a bit, grabbing the backs of her knees and hauling her up until she was straddling my waist. Unfortunately, it broke our kiss, and with a giggle, she rested her forehead on my shoulder as I strode to the bed and deposited her onto the mattress.

My gaze never left hers as I pulled my t-shirt over my head, then toed my shoes off. My pants and boxer briefs followed, and when I straightened Roza lifted herself up onto her elbows and her gaze found my erection. My cock twitched when her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip; she probably had no idea how sexy she looked…how erotic the simple act was.

Her upper body fell back against the mattress as her hips sprung up. She reached for the button on her jeans and by the time she'd reached for her zipper, I was there to assist her. I dragged the denim down over her trim thighs and by the time I lifted my head to help her with her panties, she'd shoved them to her knees. With a chuckle, I tucked my finger beneath the hot pink lace that matched her bra and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor.

"Roza." I was barely able to speak her name; my voice was so thick with desire, I hardly recognized it. She was absolutely breathtaking. From her flushed face, to her pert breasts, to her hips…all the way down to her toes…she was slim and toned.

I moved to cover her body with mine, leaning forward to place a soft kiss between her breasts, and then, with my tongue, I made a damp trail down to her belly button, darting inside for a quick taste. My lips lifted in a grin when she whimpered. Her reaction spurred me on, and I continued my quest until I reached the thin patch of curls between her legs.


I nearly cried out when Dimitri pulled away from me, but before I could protest, his finger reached between my folds to trace a path from the top of my slit, barely skimming over my center, to my opening. I could feel the moisture coating my inner thighs; it felt like a slow, steady trickle. I'd never felt that before.

When Dimitri's fingers plunged inside of me, I cried out as my hips shot up off the mattress. "Oh!"

With a chuckle, he began to move his fingers back and forth ever so slowly, and while I knew it was enough to get the job done, all I could think about was having his thick, throbbing cock inside of me. My eyes closed at the thought, and my hips lifted off the bed to meet his finger thrusts; my hands clutched the pillow beside my head as I felt him separate his fingers inside of me, widening me a bit as he pulled back. A loud popping noise filled the room as his fingers left me, and I felt my cheeks heat as my head flew up off the pillow. "I don't… that…" I couldn't stop stammering. "That's never happened before!" I finally managed to get out.

I heard him chuckle; he lifted his body until he was resting between my thighs. "Roza, that was a good thing," he assured me as he leaned down to nip my shoulder. "That means your wet…it means you're ready…it means you want me."

And I did! Oh, I wanted him. I wanted him inside of me…I wanted him on top of me, beneath me…I wanted him every way I could think to want a man!

But I wanted him with a condom. I gave his shoulder a light squeeze. "Protection?" I breathed.

With a nod, he rolled off of me and when he returned covered, he settled himself once again between my thighs. I rested a hand on his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck, and gazed down at his cock. His arousal was quite impressive, and when it pulsed beneath my gaze, I felt my breath catch while my thighs fell farther apart with eagerness.

"Last chance to back out, Gorgeous," he whispered in my ear. His breath tickled the side of my neck and I shivered.

My head shook frantically back and forth. "No. No, no! I want this," I said vehemently, stroking the hair at the back of his neck.

With a nod, he pushed inside of me, halting when I hissed.

"Don't stop!" I ordered.

He complied, pushing slowly inside of me to let my body acclimate itself to his size. I inhaled sharply as he filled me, biting my lower lip to keep from crying out. It only took a moment for my body to adjust and when I pushed my hips into the mattress, Dimitri pulled back before thrusting into me once again, rocking his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm.

But he was only letting me have a few inches, and that just wasn't enough. I wanted all of him! I waited until he pushed forward once again, and then my hips rocketed up off the mattress. I wrapped my legs around his waist, groaning as he filled me. "This is what I want," I informed him fervently.

And with a chuckle, that's what he gave me: long, hard strokes. My fingernails raked down his back as he pumped his hips back and forth feverishly, and when he lowered his head to drag his teeth over my collarbone, it was my undoing.

My breathing began to come in quick gasps, and I felt my body contract around him. I whimpered as my muscles tautened; I swear there were fireworks behind my eyelids…and before I knew it, I'd catapulted into climax.

Dimitri wasn't far behind.

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the light. Light! I shot up in bed, and then turned to glance at the man beside me. Thankfully, I hadn't disturbed him. My eyes found the only clock in the room. Eight o'clock! Sweet Lord, my friends would be here soon, expecting to have breakfast with me! I needed to get back to my hotel and…shower and…change and…but what was I changing for? I wasn't naïve enough to confuse last nights sexual escapade with love, but it was clear that, after what I'd done, I couldn't marry Cole!

Dimitri groaned, and I held my breath, waiting. Luckily there was no further stirring. I studied his face…so peaceful in sleep…so boyish. And I may have just bought it, except that he'd been all man last night.

And I'd been…well, there were no words for what I'd been!

I slid out of bed and bolted around the room in an effort to gather my clothes. I dressed hastily and took one last look at Dimitri, resisting the urge to run my fingers through his hair one more time. I didn't want to chance waking him.

I checked my pockets—my license and cell phone were there—and headed for the door. I was still looking over my shoulder when I opened it, so the body I collided with startled me. I turned my head and gasped.

"Lissa! What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

"Rose!" Lissa said, just as shocked as I was. She leaned forward to give me a hug. "Do I…have the wrong room? I must. I'm looking for Christian's friend from college. But what a coincidence, huh?"

"Yeah," I agreed weakly, my heart sinking in my chest.

"Roza?" The voice, still husky from sleep, came from inside the room.

"Dimitri?" Lissa shrieked.

I knew when he appeared behind me, because her eyes widened before flying to my face.

"Rose!" she breathed.

"Lissa?" Dimitri asked, his voice filled with confusion. "I thought I was picking you guys up at the airport?"

"We caught an earlier flight," she told him. "How do you know Rose?"

"Oh, you know Roza?" he asked in surprise.

"Rose, what in the hell is going on here?" Lissa demanded. "Did you call off the wedding and not tell your maid of honor?"

"What wedding?" Dimitri asked from my side, the white flat sheet from the bed wrapped around his waist. I couldn't meet his gaze.

"The wedding we're in town for," Christian answered dryly from Lissa's side. "Rose's wedding."