Lie to Me by Tori St. Claire Page A

then, held a tightness that made her want to do whatever it took to smooth away those harsh creases.
    She traced one tight line with her index finger and looked up into his fathomless gaze. “You never smile.”
    He blinked, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge her observation. Instead, he plucked open the buttons down the front of her blouse and pushed the flimsy fabric off her shoulders. She arched her back, helping him remove the garment, and breathed deeply as he reached behind and unclasped her bra. Slowly, tenderly, he pulled the straps down her elbows, over her wrists, then dropped it on the floor.
    Alexei removed the rest of her clothing just as thoroughly. What his hands didn’t touch, his gaze did, and when she finally lay before him naked, shaking with anticipation, she felt more appreciated than she had ever felt before.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he traced the back of his hand around the curve of her breast. “You were pretty then, but now you’re breathtaking.”
    The unexpected praise warmed her from the inside out. She reached up to capture his hand and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles. “I’ve missed you, Alexei.”
    He huffed a short breath of disbelief. With a shake of his head, he cupped the side of her face. “Ah, princess, you know just what to say, don’t you?”
    Before she could fully process the veiled insult, he moved over her and drew her nipple between his teeth. The pinch of pain startled her, but the firm pull as he sucked ebbed the sting into sheer pleasure. She arched her back, thrusting deeper into his mouth. His free hand covered her opposite breast. The flick and twist of his fingers and thumbmimicked the wicked skill of his mouth and tongue until she whimpered from the torment of it all and writhed beneath the building ecstasy.
    Then he was gone, his delightful mouth skimming down the centerline of her body, the tip of his tongue delving into her navel. Lower still, until his breath warmed the wet folds of her pussy.
    His hands slid down her thighs to her knees, then long fingers glided up the sensitive inside of her legs, easing them apart. “Open up for me, princess.”
    Sasha’s body trembled as she parted her thighs. She watched his face as he dipped one finger into her seeping flesh and slicked upward to swirl it over her clit.
    “So pretty,” he murmured as he stroked her again. “So perfectly wet.”
    His voice unraveled her. She moved against his caress, unable to stop her body from seeking what it wanted. Pressure stabbed through her womb, pulsed between her legs.
    Dark and intense, Alexei’s gaze latched on to hers as he eased a finger inside her. “You want me here?” he asked hoarsely.
    Barely aware of her physical self, Sasha managed a weak nod as she bucked against his probing finger.
    He pulled out slowly, slid through her folds to tease her clit again, then delved lower and circled that moist fingertip against her tight rear opening. “Or here?”
    The subtle pressure against that forbidden place of entry sent unspeakable pleasure shooting through her veins. She pressed down into the mattress, not necessarily trying to escape his questioning caress, but to do anything to alleviate the throbbing in her womb. Still, the idea that she might like him to take her in such a way wasn’t entirely comfortable. She’d only been exposed to such an intimate invasion once, and wasn’t certain she could do so without a blindfold to hide behind.
    “No,” she gasped. “Alexei…God, please…”
    An oath tore past his lips. Tinfoil crinkled as he ripped open a condom wrapper. Then he was spreading her, his mouth dancing over hers, his cock sliding inch by blissful inch inside her pussy. Everything inside Sasha opened to accommodate his sizeable girth. She hooked one leg around his waist, needing to be somehow closer, to have him even deeper.
    This was what she had waited two long years for. How she could have ever believed it was anyone but him who