“You like that, baby?” He speaks so close to my mouth, he kisses me with every word. “Don’t call me that,” I breathe out, shuffling and searching through the mess in my head, but for the life of me, I can’t grasp at the strings of my MIA sanity. “Don’t call you what? Baby?” “Nikolai!” “Fuck me. I love the way you growl my name, baby.” “Don’t.” “Why? Does it hit a nerve?” He rolls his hips and shoves his groin against mine, and my wide eyes meet his lust-filled
