Free Mafia Soldier's Irresistible Lover (The Karzhov Crime Family Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page A

shoulders. “Maybe I don’t want to know. I meant what I said to him. I never want to see or hear from him again.” She glanced up and met Val’s eyes. “I’m done letting him destroy my life. Does that make me a horrible person?”
    Val shook his head, sitting next to her, close enough that if she moved her crossed legs just a bit forward, she’d be touching him. She still had the towel wrapped around her body, and all of a sudden she realized how exposed she was.
    Lowering her eyes, she softly asked, “Could you hand me the robe hanging on the back of the bedroom door?”
    When Val made no move to leave the bed, she lifted her gaze to find him watching her. “I really don’t want to do that.”
    “Why?” she asked, needing him to put words to what was evolving between them. The air had thickened with sexual tension, and while she was no stranger to sex, this type of chemistry was brand new to her. Before going forward, she needed to make sense of it.
    “You feel it.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement. One Chelsea made no attempt to deny. When she slowly nodded her head, Val reached out a hand and traced her collarbone from one side to the other with his index finger. He tracked his finger with his eyes, looking up to see her doing the same thing.
    When he let his finger drop to the edge of the towel and began to rub back and forth between the skin above and the skin below, he felt her intake of air all the way through his body.

Chapter 14
    Chelsea pushed her breasts rise toward his roving fingertip, wanting so badly to rip the towel away and feel his calloused hands on her breasts. She knew she was only moments away from doing so. She inhaled a breath and slowly let it out, sighing when he dropped his other hand over the towel and molded it around her breast.
    Val squeezed her breast beneath the towel, watching her facial expressions and seeing nothing but welcome and pleasure on her face and in her eyes. Needing to feel the warmth of her skin, he gently tugged the towel loose, pleased when she made no effort to stop it from pooling around her waist.
    He used both hands to mold and cover her breasts, using his fingertips to squeeze the sensitive tips until she was moaning her pleasure and begging for more. “Please don’t stop.”
    “I couldn’t even if I tried, milaya moya ,” Val assured her. He ducked his head, laving one turgid peak until it was a nice ruby red and standing out proudly from her chest. Giving the other nipple the same treatment, he wasn’t immune to the hands that were trying to pull his T-shirt over his head.
    Abandoning her breasts, he pulled back far enough to pull his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor and then noticing the look of awe upon her face. His body was decorated with many tattoos, most of them having some significance either to the MMA world or to his family.
    When she reached out and traced the tribal design that wound its way around his biceps and onto his chest, he closed his eyes and prayed for patience. Taking a slow breath, he opened his eyes just as she leaned forward and took his nipple into her own moist mouth.
    Val stiffened and pulled away from her sharply. Seeing the look of hurt in her eyes, he hurried to assure her. “Chelsea, it’s not you. I’m very close to the edge right now, and I can’t take that kind of stimulation and still maintain control.”
    Chelsea cocked her head to the side and asked, “Why do you need control?”
    Val smiled. Oh, the little innocent just had to ask. Pushing her back on the bed, he pulled the damp towel from beneath her body and proceeded to show her what benefits maintaining control could have for her. Tracing gentle kisses up the inside of her thighs, he slowly teased his way up to her mound. When she couldn’t take it anymore, he skillfully used his mouth and hands to bring her to the precipice, time and time again.
    Chelsea was going mad! She’d never felt such pleasure. Val’s mouth was so