Dmitry's Closet Nelson, S. (best reads TXT) 📖

She looked up, tears in her eyes. Swallowing hard, she tried to control her beating heart. Dmitry’s words sounded like an angel playing his harp.

“Do you know how impossible that is to believe,” she asked, blinking fast to push back her salty calamity.

Dmitry was confused. Why would she not believe him? What had he done? Were the gifts and attention not a reflection of his growing admiration? He tried to simplify his thoughts, focusing on the primaries of their relationship.

“Why is it so impossible for me to love a woman who is so innocent, so beautiful?”

“Because I have nothing to offer you. And the one thing that I do have, I’m so damned reluctant to give up…even though I want to.” She made sure to clarify her desire. “Men like you are hard to read, Dmitry. You’ve said it yourself. I don’t want to sound like I don’t have self esteem, but it’s pretty hard to battle my shortcomings when everything comes up short against you.”

Dmitry was shocked and humbled.

“But you are worth more than all of my possessions. I will trade everything for you. I mean, don’t you love me even just little bit?” He had to know. His voice ached.

“It would be impossible not to love you, Dmitry.”

“Oh…because of my money.”

“No,” Royal shook her head adamantly. “Not at all. It’s because you make me feel...special, like I’m the only woman in the room. No one has ever made me feel like that.”

“You arethe only woman in the room.” He spoke softly. “Do you love me?” He wanted to hear her say it again.

“Yes, I love you,” she confessed with tears in her eyes.

Dmitry smiled like a new born seeing his mother for the first time. His suspicions had been correct. His timing was not off. It had been hard to come to her for fear of possible rejection and how it would affect their working relationship, but she had made is easier for him now. She loved him.

“Would it be absurd to see yourself dating a man like me? I mean, I know I am older than you, nearly old enough in some countries to be your father, but…”

“It wouldn’t be absurd. I’m just not fully sure what type of man you are, Dmitry?”

Dmitry’s eye twitched as if the answer was far too complex to explain, even to her.

She shifted her weight to one side and put her hand on her hip. As she took a deep breath, Dmitry watched the swell of her breasts under her robe. In the sudden outpour of emotion, she had forgotten that she was naked with the exception of a small slip of silk fabric, but he had not.

“I want you so bad it hurts,” he whispered running his fingers over her collarbone. He watched her breaths quicken. She looked up at him wantonly, lips formed for a kiss. He could not resist her or the throbbing below controlling him, pushing him to have her. His fingers caressed her soft silk. Pulling her to him, he leaned down and grabbed her by the waist. He picked her firm, volup-tuous body up in his arms and held her at eye level.

She smiled at him.

“So you’ve broken in my house; we’ve confessed that we love each other; you’ve picked me up; I guess I know what’s next.”

“Umm...are you afraid?” he asked, carrying her to her bedroom.

“Yes,” she nodded. She wasn’t expecting for him to ask for her now. His sudden assumption, however, prevented her from backing down. In fact, she wanted to make love to him. That in itself was a foreign emotion to her. She had never desired someone the way that she desired him.

“Don’t be afraid. I make sure that you enjoy.”

Dmitry had never seen her hair down before and en-joyed very much how naturally beautiful she was. Smelling of vanilla extract, its mass fell down her back and around her shoulders in an inky, full mane. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulders while he carried her. The trip was short.

The candles had created a beautiful aroma of sandal-wood and jasmine and the large bedroom casted a romantic glow over Royal’s body.

“Are you sure that you didn’t know that I was com-ing?” he asked amused.

“This wasn’t for you.”

“It is now.”

Dmitry sat her down on the bed carefully, marveling at the contrast of her dark skin and the monochromatic comforter. His liquid eyes looked almost silver in the dark; they barely blinked. Taking off his suit jacket, he kept his gaze on her. She lay in bed waiting for him, still covered by the silk robe, clinging to it nervously. Watching his every move, her eyes became bigger as he approached. Clothes still on, he crawled in between her long, shapely brown legs and rested his elbows beside her.

“This is our first kiss,” she said, voice quivering.

“Umm…among other things.” He raised his brow at her.

Slowly, Royal lifted her head as she felt Dmitry’s mas-sive arms swaddling her like a blanket. She rested back in his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. Like when they first met, they caught each other in a mesmeriz-ing gaze – happy to have finally arrived at this moment.

Still smiling, Dmitry dipped his head and carefully, slowly kissed the fullness of Royal’s sweet lips. He met her wet mouth with a gentle greeting, tasting of wine and chocolate. She barely responded at first, but the more she smelled his cologne and felt his hard body between her thighs, the more her lips parted and her own body came alive.

They wrapped themselves in a passionate embrace, synchronizing their kiss to move with the ebb and flow of the moment. Angelic. Erotic. Beautiful. She felt herself drifting away in a sweet euphoria of her own. Kissing him was like floating, like the first high of some dangerous and illicit drug. The inviting shape of his full pink lips drew her in more, and she moved past the