Her nails dug into his back as he continued to tease, kissing around the edge of her nipple, coming close but not close enough.
“Nikolai?”
“Yeah?”
“Open your mouth.”
He grinned up at her, tousled and sexy as hell. “Like this?” he teased, opening his mouth and shutting it seconds later.
“No, not like that.” Frustrated, she decided to tell him what she wanted and how she wanted it. “Open your mouth like this. Leave it open.”
Humor glinted in his dark eyes. “Dangerous if there are mosquitoes around.” But he followed her instructions.
Summer shoved her nipple in his mouth.
“You can shut your mouth now,” she said.
Nikolai laughed, and her nipple popped from his mouth. Damp from saliva, it glistened. The humor left him, and he took her between his lips again. Soft suction speared a bolt of lust all the way to her toes.
She bit her lip, in a bit of a daze. They hadn’t gotten anywhere near the good stuff and already she shivered on the cusp of climax. She wondered if that made her easy, then shoved the thought away.
Nikolai moved his leg, widening her stance. Cool air contrasted with the warmth of her pussy as he swept the covers aside. He mouthed her nipple a little more roughly, and a hungry noise escaped her. She stirred restlessly, needing more, needing the emptiness filled by him.
Only Nikolai.
But he seemed determined to tease her to breaking point, to make her plead.
He released her nipple and kissed across her quivering belly. The stubble on his jaw contrasted with the lash of his tongue and shoved her into a heavy fog of desire. Her breath caught…until her lungs burned.
“Better breathe, sweetheart. Don’t want to explain a faint to the medical staff.”
She gasped, with both indignation and the desperate need for air.
He parted her folds, his gaze traveling unhurriedly across her feminine flesh. “So pretty.” Satisfaction and hunger slashed his sensual mouth, a hint of his captivating smile.
She knew it.
He intended to tease her more, push her further. She opened her mouth to complain, but a trace of sensation drifted along her cleft, a warm puff of air. Her hips jerked while her heart slammed her ribs.
“So quick to respond.” He glanced up at her, devilment on his face. “Are you sure you haven’t spent the evening playing with these new toys I’ve been hearing about?”
Her head thrashed from side to side, the pillow throwing out the scent of lavender. It was meant to calm, but she was too far gone for the benefits of aromatherapy. “No, I wanted to wait for you.”
“Maybe we should play.”
A snort escaped. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“Ah, but you didn’t say the words. I’m not a mind reader.” Laughter shaded his voice. She wanted to deck him. She wanted to scream. Most of all she wanted to climax.
“Just as I’d always suspected,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows to glare at him. “You big, bad SAS types only do orders. Fine. This is your objective. An orgasm for me.” She patted her breastbone. “Do your worst.”
He chuckled long and loud, each successive gasp and breath of air puffing out of his lungs and hitting her achy clit. Finally, his laughter subsided, and he gave a lopsided salute. “Aye-aye, ma’am. My pleasure, ma’am.”
“Well, hurry, soldier.” Outwardly, she sounded bossy, calm and in control. Inside, she was anything but. Her skin temperature felt off the scale and hot enough to melt a knob of butter.
She imagined butter running over her belly, dripping down… Nikolai licking. Maybe chocolate sounded better, with her tongue doing the chasing over smooth, bulging muscles. A whimper escaped before she could catch it.
Nikolai spread her legs wider, then paused to study her quizzically. “Fantasizing, sweetheart?”
“Because you’re not going fast enough.”
“Tell me about this fantasy or I’ll take things even slower.” His finger dipped past her entrance and rotated with delicate precision. He lifted it to his mouth and made a soft smacking sound as he licked away her juices. “You’re wet. I know you’re ready to take me, but some self-control and restraint on your part will make your orgasm better.”
“You’re a sadist.”
He slid his hands between her butt and the cotton sheet and lifted her to his mouth. “I intend to sip and savor,” he whispered in a husky voice. “Enjoy the entrée before the main course.” Each warm breath blasted against her inflamed flesh. She trembled, her heart beating so loudly it was difficult to take in his bold, sensual words.
“God, Nikolai!” His rough words wrapped her in sensation. Tingling from head to toe, she shuddered. Her eyes slid closed, enclosing her in a private world of bliss.
Pure feeling. Acute expectation.
“Open your eyes. I want to see the expression in your beautiful eyes when you come.” A finger stroked down her cleft but didn’t venture near her clitoris.
Summer tried to follow his instructions—orders—but her lids felt weighted, too heavy to lift.
The stroking ceased. “Summer.”
Yep, definitely orders. Her eyes struggled to half-mast.
Nikolai replaced his finger with the tip of his tongue. A delicate flutter. A slow thrust and retreat.
She gave up the fight and let her eyes drift shut. Instantly the sensation of his tongue flickering against her flesh halted. A deep-seated throb pierced her languor. Her eyes shot open.
He hummed in approval and licked the length of her weeping cleft, stopping just short of her clit. The throb repeated, radiating outward from her nub. At the next stroke, she jerked her hips and his tongue lashed her clitoris. A soft, prickling heat rushed the length of her body, but this time she remembered and fought to keep her eyes open, her gaze locked on Nikolai’s intent face.
Sexual hunger stabbed her mind, her body. All over. “Again, Nikolai. Please.”
He chuckled as his finger stroked again, but this time instead of stopping, his digit continued its journey and feathered over her needy clit. A jagged sensation streaked the length of her body. She arched into his touch, aching for more, for total, body-pulsing ecstasy.
“Greedy little thing.”
“Not little.”
“Notice you’re not denying the greedy,” he drawled, doing another pass with his finger.
“Damn straight,” she gritted out.
The third pass of his finger made tingles spring to life. They spread outward from her clit in a soft wave. She bit her bottom lip, preparing to fly, but the sensations dissolved. Disappointment bopped her over the head. Was that it?
She relaxed in Nikolai’s hold, her gaze remaining locked to his.
“At last,” he said in a guttural voice. “Surrender.”
Before she could react, he lifted her higher and sealed his mouth around her clit. A gentle flick of his tongue against her swollen core brought the fizzing anticipation back with a roar. Her hips jerked as he flailed her clitoris. Once. Twice. Three times. She exploded with a wallop of heat, shards of sensation rocketing to every pleasure point.
Gradually, she came to her body again. She’d kept her gaze on Nikolai the entire time, but only now did she register the fiery heat in him, the promise.
“Tell me you have condoms,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Summer batted her eyelashes. “I could say no, but I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Only because you want me to fuck you.”
Summer nodded thoughtfully, and manfully hid her smirk. “Yes, there is that. Top drawer, in the cellophane bag.”
Nikolai lowered her hips to the mattress and bounded off the bed. He yanked the wooden drawer open, rifled through the bag and pulled out an unopened box. He turned to her with a frown, totally unconscious of his body in a way she admired. From this angle, his cock appeared huge. Pre-cum glistened on the tip, and just like that, she was hot, achy and desper
ate for his touch.
“Hurry,” she urged as she took in the scars around his knee.
His brows shot toward his hairline. “Glow-in-the-dark, Summer?”
“Yeah.”
“Neon green?”
“It was a toss up between glow-in-the-dark, chocolate flavored or raised dots for great stimulation.”
“What happened to normal, everyday condoms?”
“They left along with your sense of adventure?”
Nikolai ripped open the packet and pulled out a foil-covered square. For a few seconds, he stared at the bright green package. “You tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” she deadpanned.
Nikolai bared a set of white teeth in a low growl, but she witnessed the humor lurking beneath. “On your stomach,” he ordered. “Up on all fours.”
“Oh! A new position.”
“Yeah, the spanking position. Because I sure as hell haven’t met any woman who needs a spanking more than you.”
“I’ve heard across the man’s knees is better.”
He groaned. “If you don’t shut up, I’m gonna gag you as well.”
“Tie me up? Oh, I like the sound of that!”
The foil wrapper crackled. A snort escaped, and she noticed another imperceptible shake of his head. “They’re the color of an ogre.”
“Is that what you call it?” She stared fixedly at his cock, taking delight in the twitch she witnessed. “Ogre.”
“Your mother didn’t wash your mouth out nearly enough.”
“Enough that I don’t enjoy the taste of soap.”
He rolled on the condom and prowled to the edge of the bed.
Summer flicked off the bedside lamp. She stared at his erection, a long, thick batten that glowed neon green. “They work!”
The disapproving snort of a man pushed almost to the limits bounced off her bedroom walls. She positioned herself on her knees, still smirking. Nikolai cupped the round globes of her buttocks, his thumbs skirting close to her entrance. The laughter left her, a groan trembling free instead.
“This is gonna be hard and quick.”
Summer felt cool air on her labia, her clit, as he parted her folds. His cock nudged her opening, then he surged deep with a seamless stroke. Shock at the sudden filling stole her breath. Wide and thick, he stretched her almost painfully. A good pain. His balls slapped her backside as he pulled out to thrust deep again.
Fast. Hard. Satisfying.
The scent of their arousal filled the air. A rough growl vibrated in his chest. Flesh smacked against flesh. The familiar tingle commenced as he plunged inside her, scraping across her sensitive core.
Summer teetered on the edge of climax, her heart thundering. Nikolai’s hands curled around the dip of her waist and moved higher to palm heavy breasts. He pinched a nipple, his fingers biting enough to draw her gasp. He tugged and her channel contracted.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He squeezed her distended nipple, and she exploded into a series of intense spasms. He slammed into her once more and stilled, his breathing hoarse, his chest rising and falling against her sweaty back.
Summer twitched her butt, rocking back against him. Sated and sleepy, the pleasure continued to hum through her veins like syrup. So good.
Nikolai drew a deep breath. When he’d entered via the window, he hadn’t bothered drawing the curtains and a stream of moonlight pierced the shadowed corners of the room. His gaze traced the sweet dip of her waist, the rounded arse cheeks, and guilt surfaced. He’d made a mistake fucking her. She was too young, and everything, every relationship he’d had in the past had turned to murky custard. The fact remained—he sucked at relationships, but even knowing that, he wasn’t sure he could walk away. Not now.
* * * * *
She’d forgotten to tell Nikolai about the fishing book. She skipped a couple of steps and came to a stop by the kettle. Her hands grabbed the marbled countertop. A breath whooshed from her. With a grimace, she did a quick series of breathing exercises. Gradually, she straightened and gave an embarrassed laugh. Thank goodness, that breathing hitch had happened while she’d been alone.
Summer went through the automatic motions of making tea and mused over the situation. Nikolai’s fault for distracting her this morning. It wasn’t as though she fired on all cylinders in the mornings anyway. But today she’d been semi-awake when Nikolai had yanked the covers off the bed. She grinned as she recalled his wolfish expression, how rough and rumpled he’d looked.
Her heart pounded anew from the memory. Chocolate-coated sex on a stick. The man had picked her up and carried her to the shower where he’d proceeded to wash her with the Brazil nut shower gel she kept in the shower. Once he’d finished, he’d briskly washed himself and pulled on a glow-in-the-dark condom.
She squirmed, shifting from one foot to the other. The kettle whistled and switched off. Her hand shook as she reached for it. Deep breaths. She inhaled, seeking control of her wayward emotions.
Sex. And Nikolai.
She seemed to dwell on them a lot these days. A shiver worked down her body, ending in an intense ache in her core. Arousal soaked her panties despite making love before Nikolai left. She had to get a grip. But Nikolai hadn’t helped. He’d dared her, and she never backed away from a challenge.
In the shower, he’d turned her around so her back was to him. He’d pressed her palms on the white tiled wall and crowded her from behind. The water had spilled over them, warm and steamy, and scented with Brazil nut. Then, he’d entered her from behind, and Summer had thought she might expire on the spot.
Her pulse jumped and she stayed herself from picking up the kettle. Not yet when she trembled so much. Her clit tingled as she recalled, as she relived the quick thrusts and the blast of pleasure. Nikolai filling her, surrounding her with his strength, propelling her into a climax that shuddered through her body for long seconds afterward.
Then he’d withdrawn, slapped her on the arse and turned her around for a possessive kiss.
But it hadn’t ended there. He’d washed her again and shut off the shower. In the steamy intimacy of the bathroom, he’d dried her and disappeared. Seconds later, he’d returned with one of the toys she’d purchased in the adult shop on K Road. The set of pleasure balls. With an intent look in his eyes, he’d pulled them from the packet and slowly inserted them into her pussy.
Summer shifted from foot to foot. Her core contracted suddenly. He’d instructed her to think of him during the day. How could she not?
Every step she took made the weighted balls vibrate. The sheer naughtiness factor turned her on just as much as the pulsing movement of the balls.
She picked up the kettle again and successfully poured a cup of tea. She perched on the edge of a wooden chair and took a sip.
Back to the book. It was in her straw basket, ready to take to work and drop for Dare at the restaurant. A frown puckered her smooth brow as she stared at the paper bag containing the duplicate book. What if Nikolai was right? What if Dare was using her for some ulterior motive?
Summer considered the indigestible fact for a few moments longer. Then an idea occurred, simplicity itself.
She could exchange the book for another of the same—that was assuming she could find one. After twisting the idea in every possible direction, it sounded even better. The reckless rebel inside her rejoiced at the thought of doing something constructive. This was a simple plan to prove or disprove Nikolai’s theory about the Martin family.
About Dare.
The perfect plan.
And it would work.
She wrapped her hands around her cup and figuratively congratulated herself on her cleverness. She was sure that in a week or two she could rub Nikolai’s nose in the fact.
The big, bad SAS man would have to bend and get with her program.
Chapter Thirteen
Later that day
The hairs at her nape prickled. Summer’s entire body pulsed with uneasiness until sh
e wanted to jump like a rabbit. The desire to spin around and demand whoever was following her to piss off hammered through her brain, finding an outlet in clenched fists.
But she didn’t have soldier brothers for nothing. She knew a thing or two about subtlety. A snort escaped. Well, they were restrained and canny when it came to their work. Ditto Nikolai.
Just thinking about Nikolai made her hips sway a fraction more than normal and the pleasure balls seemed to vibrate with more vigor inside her pussy.
She paused to survey the contents of a large department store. Instead of looking at the clothes, she scanned reflections in the window. Nothing out of the ordinary. But that didn’t mean no one was there. She trusted her instincts. Perhaps she should tell Nikolai. Except he was sure to start yelling and ram a few “I told you so”s into the conversation. Of course, when he started shouting she could always try distraction.
After scanning the colorful swimsuits in the window, and the reflections of the passersby, she continued, heading for one of the three secondhand bookshops she sometimes frequented.
The bookshop was small, the shelves crammed to overflowing with books of all shapes and sizes. The bell on the door tinkled when she pushed it open. She took a deep breath, the book lover in her enjoying the dry, musty scent that permeated the room. Heaven.
Hustling, she wove between the shelves, scanning for the section on hobbies and fishing. Not a single book on fly-fishing. She nibbled her bottom lip, considering her options. It wouldn’t do to order one since she was time-challenged. The thin, elderly man behind the counter wasn’t a good option either, since she didn’t want anyone remembering her asking for the book. Time to try the second shop on her list.
Twenty minutes later, she rushed inside. Luckily, she was a frequent visitor and was familiar with the layout of the cavern-like shop. Summer checked her watch. Heck, she was going to be late back from lunch. Mrs. Ferguson would have two cows. She did that. A lot. The shelf space allocated to fishing took up a whole section of shelving in the narrow shop. She scrutinized the titles but almost missed the fly-fishing book in her haste.
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