Loving Vin (Barretti Security Series, #1)

by Sloane Kennedy

  “Ow,” Vin murmured against her neck. She drew back and smiled at the sight of the three kittens nestled in his lap, their tiny claws digging into him as they got comfortable. But when she went to remove them, he whispered, “Don’t” and then drew her back against him.

  ***

  He’d said much more than he intended. What was supposed to be a simple explanation had turned into a full on confession. He hadn’t even told Dom his secret shame – that he was the reason their parents were dead. But once he’d started talking, he hadn’t been able to stop. And touching her. Jesus, even when it wasn’t about sex he couldn’t get enough.

  His body didn’t care that she was too young or too innocent or too vulnerable. Even now as she sat on the opposite side of the loveseat, her gaze focused on the RomCom movie she’d picked out after they’d finished dinner, it was all he could do not to drag her against him and cover her body with his. No woman had ever had this effect on him – not even Elise who he’d been sure he was in love with.

  Vin didn’t even realize the movie had ended until he sensed her passing him.

  “Good night,” she said softly as she stepped carefully over his outstretched legs.

  All he had to do was say the same words back and let her go. Tomorrow would be a fresh day and he’d be strong again – he’d be in control of his raging lust and scattered emotions. So he had no idea what possessed him to grab her wrist as she walked by. Relief shot through him when she didn’t try to pull free and her amber eyes met his with open curiosity. But within seconds her expression darkened with desire and understanding and when he gave her a light tug, she stepped between his legs without hesitation.

  Not one word was spoken as they stared at each other but suddenly she was lowering her whole body down, her knees coming to rest on each side of his hips as she straddled him. He cursed the jeans she was wearing as his palms settled over her thighs but he didn’t have much time to dwell on it because she dropped her mouth to his and kissed him as her hands cradled his face. Her touch was soft but her tongue was demanding as it stroked over his. It felt so good to have her exploring him that he leaned his head back on the couch and moaned when she followed, the angle letting her search out even the deepest recesses of his mouth. Her hands left his face to travel down his chest and a couple fingers slipped between the buttons on his dress shirt and brushed his hot skin. When she released his mouth, he opened his eyes and saw her staring at him and then followed her gaze down to where her fingers were resting on the top button of his shirt. He saw the unspoken question in her eyes and he nodded in silent answer.

  She dragged in a breath and then fumbled with the buttons, the tips of her fingers driving him crazy with need every time they grazed his flesh. When she shifted her ass back slightly to reach the bottom buttons, his cock surged up against her and she froze. But instead of backing off, she did the move again and smiled when his body reacted to the contact. It took everything in him not to grab her and take control but in truth, he was enjoying her inexperienced exploration and innocent caresses. She peeled his shirt back and studied his chest for a long time before running her hands all over him. He had no idea how long the exquisite torture lasted but then her mouth was back on his and her curiosity was gone, replaced with desperation and need. His hands went to her hips so he could grind her against his shaft.

  Her whimpers turned into full on moans that spilled into his mouth as their tongues dueled. A shred of sanity returned to his brain briefly and he managed to say “we need to stop” between kisses. But she either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore him because she began to rock against him blindly. And then he felt the tingle in his spine that told him how he was already too late to stop this and he quickly reached one hand between Mia’s legs and pressed hard on her next forward glide. The effect was exactly what he wanted because he felt her hands clamp down on his shoulders as she desperately rode his hand and each shift of her hips had him groaning at the friction of her movements on his sensitive dick.

  She suddenly cried out as her body began to shake violently and just seeing her come apart had his own release shooting from his body.

  “Fuck!” he shouted as slammed his hips up hard against her, his hands holding her in place as his body emptied itself. Mia’s aftershocks continued long after she dropped her face down to where his neck met his shoulder and he felt her warm breaths drift over his skin. He turned his head until his lips found hers and he kissed her languidly.

  “Good night, Mia,” he said softly against her mouth.

  He wasn’t sure if she said it back before she carefully climbed off of him and left the room. As he dropped his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, the feel of the quickly cooling come against his skin had him telling himself he needed to get up but he didn’t because he just needed another minute. One more minute to relive the pleasure he’d just felt because he knew that come tomorrow, everything was going to change.

  ***

  He was a fucking coward. There was no other way to explain the half dozen times he’d chickened out since he’d watched Mia walk into the kitchen this morning and give him a shy little smile. She’d even blushed which was a blatant reminder why he needed to follow through on his plan. But he’d kept his mouth shut and sipped his coffee as he watched her put together their lunches. The car ride into the city would have been another opportune time, but he’d turned the radio station to some talk show that he pretended to listen to just so he wouldn’t have to try and make conversation with her. He could tell she was confused by his lack of interaction because he’d felt her eyes on him now and then as he drove and throughout the day as he passed her desk to get to his office.

  It was well past quitting time and Dom had left a few minutes earlier after agreeing to his request. Now he just needed to sell it to Mia.

  “Vin? Dom said you wanted to see me,” Mia said from behind him. He turned from the window he’d been staring out of and motioned for her to come in.

  “Close the door.”

  Her eyes filled with wariness at either his request or his business like tone – he wasn’t sure which. But when he motioned to one of the chairs across from his desk and went to sit in his own chair behind it, she hesitated. He could tell instantly when she realized something was up because her entire countenance tightened as she lowered herself into the chair and leaned back against the seat, her arms wrapping around herself defensively.

  “I spoke with Dom. He’s agreed to let you stay with him and Logan at their place. It’s secure and the parking garage will allow you to come and go with Dom for work without the press seeing you. Your animals can stay there too. Except the pig – we can talk to Riley about finding someone else to watch him.”

  Mia stared at him for so long without responding that he actually felt the need to squirm under her intense perusal.

  “I never took you for a coward,” she finally said softly.

  He refused to take the bait and leaned back in his chair. “Get your stuff so we can go. I’ll drop you off at Dom’s and he’ll bring you by the house tomorrow to pick up your things and the animals.”

  Mia stood, but instead of heading towards the door, she came around the desk. He was forced to roll his chair back to avoid touching her when she squeezed between him and the desk. “What scares you more? That I won’t be able to walk away or that you might not be able to let me go?”

  He forced a cold smile to his lips. “That right there is why you need to go. Because you’re already reading more into it than it is.”

  “What is it exactly?”

  He stood up and used his body to force her back against the desk. “Fucking,” he said softly. “Not making love. No declarations or pretty words. Just fucking – hard and fast and deep. Say the word and that’s what happens, right here, right now...on this desk,” he added. “And you still go to Dom’s.”

  She glanced behind her at the cluttered desk. His mouth went dry when she casually reached one hand down and started st
acking the loose pages one on top of the other. Then she brushed them aside so a large swath of the center of the desk was left clean and bare. “Those looked important,” she said. “Do you want me on my back or on my front?” she questioned as she reached for the first button on her blouse.

  Vin grabbed her hand to stop her, his fingers biting into her skin. He hadn’t expected her to challenge him but he’d gotten hard the second she’d stepped between him and the desk. Her inexperience alone should have had her running, not to mention his cruel attitude and crude words. He dragged her hand down and forced it to cover his erection. Though using the word “forced” was a stretch since Mia instantly cupped him when she realized his intent. As her fingers stroked his length, her lips parted.

  “Take me out,” he ordered.

  Her eyes jumped up to meet his for just a moment and he saw the indecision there. A shot of disappointment mingled with his sense of victory because he was sure he’d won and she’d walk away. But instead, she reached for the button on his slacks. It took her a second to work his pants open and she pushed his underwear down just enough to free his cock. Watching her eye him hungrily had his dick twitching violently and she suddenly reached down to brush her finger over the pre-come that was leaking from the head. His heart nearly stopped when she put her finger to her mouth and licked it off. It took everything in him not to reach for her and he forced himself to remain perfectly still as her hand returned to his shaft and closed around his girth. But when she squeezed gently, he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips.

  Her touch traveled the length of his cock and then brushed over his balls. She tested the weight of each one before allowing her hand to glide up from his base to his tip once more. The sensation was too much and not quite enough at the same time so he ignored his self-dictate not to move and closed his hand over hers.

  “Harder,” he murmured as he showed her how much pressure he needed from her. She was a quick learner and within a minute he felt like he was ready to explode. When she gave him a tentative look and then began dropping to her knees, he grabbed her elbow. One touch of her mouth on his dick would have him coming like a teenager before he even touched her. And he sure as hell wanted to touch her.

  “The door,” he muttered as he dragged her upright against him. “Lock it or walk through it,” he bit out.

  He tried to rein in his lust as he watched her walk towards the door, but the gentle sway of her ass as she moved had him reaching down to stroke himself. She was wearing the same long, flowing skirt that she’d had on the day he’d made her come up against his front door. There was nothing sexy about her outfit but she looked fucking perfect in it anyway and he couldn’t decide if he’d just hike the skirt up over her waist as he pounded into her or if he’d take the time to strip it off so he could study every detail of her body. That was assuming she didn’t keep going when she got to the door.

  The lock clicking into place nearly had him coming on the spot and he forced his hand to stop its long, slow drags up and down his shaft. As Mia made her way back to him, her gaze dropped to his hand and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Fuck. No way in hell was he going to last if she did shit like that.

  “How do you want me?” she asked as she stepped back between him and the desk.

  Instead of answering her, he grabbed her around the back of the neck and dragged her up to meet his kiss. He’d meant to scare her off with the rough words he’d used to describe what would happen between them but hearing the negative inflection in her voice was making him crazy. Whatever it meant, and he had no clue what that was, she was trusting him with something important and he wasn’t going to turn that into something ugly.

  Vin backed her up and lifted her so that she was sitting on the desk. He stepped between her legs and continued to kiss her as he began unbuttoning her shirt. It’d be easier to rip the damn thing, but he still had to get her home at some point. It took him what seemed like forever to get the shirt open and he dragged his lips free of hers so he could pull it back and get his fill of her. She’d finally started to put on some weight and he’d been right that she had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full and heavy as he cupped them and brushed his thumbs over the nipples. They hardened even more, but he was too impatient to seek out the clasp of her bra so he just tugged the material down and licked his way around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mia jumped at the contact but then she was trying to push more of herself into his mouth as her hands clenched in his hair.

  “Take it off,” he murmured against her flesh and she released him long enough to reach behind her back to unhook the bra. He trailed his tongue up and along her collarbone before seeking out her lips once more. As he applied slight pressure with his upper body, Mia leaned back on the desk and then finally lowered herself completely when he pressed his hand between her breasts. He righted himself and stepped back so he could get his shirt off. Mia lay exactly as he left her, though her eyes were burning as she watched him drag the material off his shoulders. Her hungry look had him guessing she really wanted to touch him, but the sight of her splayed out and waiting for him with such open trust was too much. His hands coasted up her thighs and pushed her skirt up until it caught on her waist and then he was working her panties down.

  “Put your legs up,” he said and he saw the first sign of shyness come over her. But she did as he asked anyway and lifted her feet until they were resting on the edge of the desk. “Open,” he whispered when she kept her thighs firmly pressed together. “Let me see you.”

  There was just the slightest hesitation before she opened her legs and he felt another surge of lust go through him. “Have you ever touched yourself?” he heard himself asking, though he had no idea where the question had come from.

  She nodded, her bright eyes never leaving him. A beautiful flush of color stained her cheeks.

  “Show me,” he ordered as his hand went back to his dick and began stroking.

  He was amazed when her fingers slid down her stomach, drifted over her bunched up skirt and brushed carefully over her clit before circling around it. He saw her back arch and her hips twist as she added pressure and when her fingers stroked lower through her folds, his body seized at the sight of her juices slicking up the bright pink flesh. Dropping to his knees, he thanked whatever genius had built the desk because the height of the expensive piece of furniture was perfect for his needs. As soon as Mia’s fingers returned to her clit, Vin leaned in and ran his tongue all around her labia.

  She tasted sweet and tangy at the same time and he couldn’t get enough of the cream that soaked his tongue. Mia moaned at his ministrations and her fingers quickened on her clit as she pushed against his seeking mouth. He licked his way up until he found the hidden bud that she was mercilessly rubbing. One lick and she was removing her hand and fisting it in his hair to keep him in place. But he had no intention of going anywhere as he licked and sucked her tender flesh. He searched out her entrance with his fingers and gently began working one in as he continued to torment her. She was tight around his digit and tensed as he sank his middle finger in as far as it could go. But whatever discomfort there may have been seemed to ease and she began grinding against him once more. Even when another finger entered her, she kept seeking more of his touch and he actually smiled against her when his name began to fall from her lips and her legs draped over his shoulders of their own accord.

  He slowly dragged his fingers out of her before shoving them back in, her wetness making his re-entry seamless. With each subsequent exit, her muscles clamped down on his digits as if to try to keep them inside of her and she cried out when he slid them back in, adding a little twist that scraped his knuckles over the sensitive nerve endings of her inner walls. As she began to pulse around him, he increased the lashing his tongue was giving her engorged clit and curved his fingers upwards. She screamed as she flew apart and he had to fasten his free arm across her hips to keep her still as he worked her through wave after
wave of pleasure. Long after the orgasm eased, he continued to lick all around her flesh as he pulled his fingers free and then he made sure she was watching when he licked the cream off his fingers. He leaned up and over her and kissed her deep so she could taste herself, then said, “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She did and then linked her arms around his neck too as he lifted her from the desk. He managed to get them to the brown leather couch in the center of the office and gently lowered her down as he continued to kiss her. As hard as he was, he couldn’t help but enjoy the little tremors that continued to overtake her body as he trailed light kisses down her neck and across her chest. But his body wouldn’t be ignored and he stood long enough to remove her skirt, fish a condom from his wallet and step out of his pants and underwear.

  He actually felt a wave of nerves overtake him as he looked down at Mia who watched him with heavy eyes. In all his thirty-nine years, he’d never been with a virgin before and he feared he wouldn’t be able to hold himself in check long enough to bring her more pleasure. But Mia didn’t seem concerned because she parted her legs in silent invitation and he carefully lowered himself between them and sank the weight of his upper body onto his elbows as he buried his hands in her hair and kissed her.

  “Tell me you want this,” he whispered between kisses.

  “You,” she corrected. “I want you.”

  His cock was so hard and hungry that it found her entrance with little effort and he could feel her heat bathe him before he even began entering her. But as his crown breeched her, Mia stiffened in his arms and he bit back the raw need that went through him at the pressure her tightness was putting on him and kept kissing her and whispering encouraging words in her ear until she relaxed. The second she did, more of his length sank inside of her. But when her body refused to allow him any farther, he murmured a soft apology against her lips right before he covered her mouth with his, absorbing her cry of pain as he thrust past the final resistance. Her fingers bit into his back as his cock slid all the way home and he held there until he felt the tension in her body ease.