I was fully clothed. He was wearing a towel. I still had my tennis shoes on!
“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted in a rasp, my voice not recovered.
“I’m showering, Ms. Forter.” His stared. “I haven’t actually done that yet. If you look carefully, I still have dirt in my hair. All I did was wet that towel,” he jerked his head at a soaking towel that lay on the bathroom floor with dirt streaks on it, “and wipe off with it, and get my hair wet. I was listening the whole time. Your father’s going to be very pleased with that money.” When my jaw dropped, he murmured softly, “I wouldn’t have let her hurt you. I thought she would get off you when I made my presence known.” He shook his head. “She’s really…” He sighed heavily. “She needs some damn sleep. She’s not doing well right now.”
Oh.
As I blinked water out of my eyes, the water was pooling where my body was bent at the stomach and pressed up against his chest. “You’re still bad news.” That much was true.
He shrugged, easily lifting me up and down with the motion, the pooling water rippling and splashing. “I can’t deny that. However, in my defense, when I choose a lover, I take care of that woman. I won’t let anyone harm you.” His expression turned forbidding. “If they try, they will be dealt with.”
I tried not to gawk. “I’m just asking for trouble if I let this happen.”
His expression slowly altered into sensual knowing confidence, his eyes spiraling to shark hungry. “The trouble is half the fun. The other half is all in how you get into trouble.”
I felt my eyebrows come together. “Tell me you didn’t teach your children that.”
He chuckled. “I’ve taught my children many things, but not that. That’s all mine.”
I nodded. “That explains a lot.”
He shoulders shook. “Thank you.”
I sighed in exasperation. “I should be running from you right now.”
He smiled, and it was a little daunting. “My legs are longer. I would easily catch you.”
I pointed a finger right at the tip of his nose. “You don’t play fair.”
His smile turned wicked. “No, I don’t.”
Still a little overwhelmed, I swallowed and immediately grimaced. “My throat hurts.”
His grinned disappeared, and he set me on my feet right under the spray, my curls instantly plastering to my head. As the water ran over my face, he gently lifted my chin, bending to view the damage. I shut my eyes against the water’s onslaught. I felt his fingers probing lightly, and I flinched.
He cursed quietly. “You’re going to have a nasty bruise. It’s already swelling.” He released my chin. “I’ll be back in a second.”
“All right,” I rasped as he got out of the shower. I started stripping down. I tried not to swallow too much as I peeled my clothing off. I tossed the items out onto the tiles, listening to Daniil speak in Russian since he had not shut the door. I quickly rubbed hotel shampoo that smelled like roses into my hair, feeling the dirt and grime wash away down my body. As I scrubbed my scalp and picked through my curls, I heard him step back into the shower.
His hands were suddenly over mine, and he murmured deeply, “Let me do that.” I pulled my hands away, and wiped the water out of my eyes as he started running his fingers through my curls, untangling them. “Are you good with us?”
Even though I felt overmatched around him most times, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”
A rumble sounded from his throat, and I opened my eyes to see him staring at my breasts. My rosy nipples puckered instantly under his regard, and his hands faltered before they started working through my curls again; his eyes searing as they slowly traveled down my body, landing and staying at the juncture between my thighs. “Red curls on top and below.”
“Strawberry blonde,” I mumbled, glancing down, dazed from what just his eyes did to me. I did not wax or get one of those silly lines some women got, but I kept them short and trimmed neatly. It was much cooler that way.
He did not seem to hear me as he stared, his gaze traveling back up to my breasts before he licked his full lips. I let my eyes fall below his waist, and the soaking towel he still wore was glued to his front. I blinked, seeing his massive erection in damn fine detail. I had not actually seen him hard while naked; it had been dark in his bedroom, now I was about to.
I quickly ripped the towel off him, startling him from his eye-voyage. He instantly gripped my hair brutally, but I hardly felt it because I was too busy gawking. “Big.” That was all I could manage to say. And it was an understatement. No wonder sex had hurt at first. He had the largest cock I had ever seen.
A pained sound came from him, and my eyebrows snapped together as I tore my gaze away to look into his eyes. Honey brown eyes were darting all over my body, and his hands started moving quickly through my hair as he rumbled, “Your throat probably hurts too badly to do anything now, doesn’t it?” He was breathing shallowly. Thank God. So was I. He tilted my head back, washing the soap out of my hair.
Eyes closed, I grinned. “If you think what that bitch did to me is going to keep me from enjoying my evening, you’re wrong.”
His hands tightened in my hair, and I flinched, and instantly, he gentled his hold. “She’s not a bitch. She’s just going through a few issues right now.”
I opened my eyes, glaring at him even as the sight of him turned me on. “She damn near killed me. That’s a bitch in my book.”
His jaw clenched, and he focused on washing my hair before he sighed. “Ember’s probably a topic we should stay away from.”
I sighed too. “Agreed.” His son loved her, and she loved his son. Daniil loved them both. It was probably best not to call her a bitch, even though I most definitely thought she was, and my bruised necked backed up that opinion.
He picked up the soap, but I took it from him. I explained, “We need to hurry and get clean. I have a deadline I need to make, and taking it slow isn’t going to work for me tonight.”
He stared, his eyebrows furrowing. “I’m not used to having to work around a woman’s schedule.” When I only started soaping up because there was nothing I could do about that, he rolled his shoulders, and muttered, “Not exactly what I was expecting.”
I shrugged. “I work. I like what I do. I have deadlines that have to be met.” He grabbed the shampoo, still miffed with a clenched jaw, obviously not appreciating a woman of my generation’s mindset. As we altered positions for him to be under the spray, I asked, “Is this a deal breaker?” If he seriously had a problem with me saying we had to hurry because of my job, then this would not work.
Silent and dark, he tilted his head back, apparently undecided; his body was beautifully displayed as he washed his hair; the water streamed down his pecs and rippled stomach down to…I licked my lips. God, his cock was beautiful. I stared.
I reacted without even thinking, dropping the soap and lowering to my knees.
I grabbed his cock and immediately wrapped my lips around the crown, sucking.
Oh, God, he was huge and tasted fucking fantastic.
He shouted deep, jarring, and the movement pressed his cock further into my mouth. I moaned, opening my mouth wider and taking more of him in. His hands instantly fisted in my curls, and he groaned long as he pulled back, and then thrust even farther into my mouth.
It was divine.
I licked under his head, and he jerked, holding my head more firmly as I slowly loved his cock, hearing him moan, and then shout when I grabbed his balls, massaging them gently.
He panted, “Take more of me.”
I hummed, and opened my eyes, staring up at him as I took him as far as I could. He was so massive; my lips did not even reach where my hand was at the base. He stared down and me, and licked his bottom lip, and slowly started thrusting. “Can you take more?”
My eyebrows snapped together. He was bumping my throat as it was.
His dilated dark eyes darted to mine, and then back to what I was doing, and h
e quickly nodded. “We’ll work on that.” What? “Faster, my sweet.”
The term of endearment shocked me, especially because I could understand, his accent thickening. Moaning in pleasure, I sucked hard. He groaned as I pulled back then started running my mouth and tongue up and down his cock faster. His cock was so silky soft on top of all that hardness that I loved the feel of him thrusting into my mouth.
As I began to move faster, I gripped his cock more firmly.
He shouted in Russian, his grip on my hair almost painful as he drove into my mouth once more before jerking back, taking his cock completely out of my mouth. I almost fell against him, not expecting the quick movement, but I was suddenly lifted into his arms.
I yelped, holding him tight around the shoulders.
His mouth was suddenly against mine, eating hungrily at my lips. “Open for me.”
I did, his tongue meeting mine.
He stepped out of the shower, holding me tightly and keeping our lips connected. He grabbed his shorts from the counter, mumbling against my lips, “Condom this time.”
I stared in silent demand to hurry, biting his bottom lip and tugging.
He growled, and held me as he stalked to the bed. We landed as we had before, sans Ember this time, and he instantly grabbed my knees and spread them wide. He ground his cock against my core, both of us groaning before he lifted, and his head went between my legs, muttering, “You want fast. I’ll give you fast.”
I sucked in a breath, and screamed when he slid two fingers into my core that was already wet from sucking him, and his tongue landed on my clit, rubbing up and down. Pushing up on my hands, I lifted and watched as his pink tongue flicked over my clit repeatedly, making me shudder and dig my heels against the mattress and press against him.
His carnal eyes opened and found mine, trapping me as he slid another finger into me, pushing in further and pressing a spot that had my eyes opening wide as I shouted his name. His gaze hooded as he groaned and drove his fingers in and out more quickly, pressing each time just as he sucked and bit the tiniest bit.
My mind was close to igniting in pleasured chaos, and I grabbed a handful of his hair and ground against his talented mouth. My head fell back as I screamed, his attentions stretching me full, also knowing he needed to do this for his cock to fit without it hurting.
“Press…” I panted. “Press again. Do what…you did before.”
Oh, he did.
My lower gut already warmed and tightening, the added stimulation was all it took. The throbbing heat curled out and exploded, rushing through me as I jerked against him; my body arched as my mouth opened in a silent scream. My walls contracted, and my body and mind went to heaven on blissful passion, riding waves of intense euphoria.
His mouth went to my core, and he licked and sucked, moaning as I came in his mouth. He lifted before I was completely done, and I heard the sound of the condom wrapper as I fell back onto the bed, my mind still floating and my body shaking.
I was just starting to come down when I felt his fingers spread me, and his cock placed at my core, suddenly driving into me. I arched, shouting as he gripped my hips and pushed farther, my lowering climax stalling. He tilted his hips as my breath caught, and he thrust in hard, pressing right where he had before. He shouted as I screamed and grabbed his biceps. He started with quick, short thrusts, rubbing the head of his cock against that spot.
I shuddered, and fire shot through me again even though I was stretched so full it was painful. The pleasured pain rocked me, and I whimpered as I came again, my mind back in a fog of paradise. He groaned as my walls gripped him, and he pulled back slamming all the way in.
I choked as he dropped over me, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head, his hips pulling back and driving forward with a force that had me opening my legs wide around his hips, all on pure instinct as I floated, wanting more of him.
He kissed my lips gently even as he thrust into me so hard I knew I was going to be walking bowlegged tomorrow. Slowly, I came down, my breath gone, but I kissed him back, feeling him grin against my lips as he murmured, “It is as good as I remember.” Then his tongue was inside my mouth, and I tasted myself on him as our tongues coiled around each other, his wet hair brushing my cheeks, covering us in darkness.
Groaning into my mouth and thrusting faster, he reached down and held one of my breasts, squeezing gently and groaning even louder. He felt so damn perfect as he slid in and out of me, and I grabbed the back of his neck with my free hand, sliding my fingers up into his satiny soft hair, holding his mouth against mine.
He asked against my lips, “Am I hurting you? Can I go faster?” His eyes searched mine as his movements faltered below.
Shocked, my eyes went wide. I sputtered, “Faster?”
His eyes lowered, and he shook his head. “It’s all right. Never mind.” His lips moved against mine again, kissing me again.
But I yanked his head back, stating, “If you can seriously go faster, then prove it.”
He froze. “I’m not hurting you?”
I shook my head.
He grinned, and I had never seen this smile before. It was a little devil and a little boyish. Pretty much, it was heart searing adorable. “Thank God. Brace your hands up on the headboard, my sweet.”
I blinked and nodded; still staring at his smiling lips, I did as he said. He bent to nibble on my nipples, making me groan and squirm, but he was looping his arms under my knees and pulling them up to my chest, so he had to pull back. He lifted up on his arms, and my legs spread on their own accord, wrapped over his bulging biceps. He murmured, “Press against the headboard, and tell me if I hurt you.”
“Okay,” I murmured breathlessly, pressing against the headboard just as he started hammering into me so damn fast. I arched, screaming as he shouted, throwing his head back, his muscles straining as he found a rhythm that had me shouting with each deep thrust.
“Fuck, Elizabeth. Shit,” he shouted, dropping his head and staring into my eyes, saying something I could not understand because his accent was getting to heavy.
“Can’t,” I sucked air, “understand you.”
“Beautiful,” he groaned. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I moaned when he tilted his hips, hitting my clit with each thrust. “Beth. Call me Beth.”
“Beth, my sweet,” he ground against my clit, “come for me again.”
Freaked that I had given him permission to call me that, I shook my head. “Can’t.”
He pressed harder, and I jerked. “Yes, you can.” He bent, kissing my lips. “Come for me. I want to feel you come again.” Grinding against me, his mouth was heaven on mine.
I whimpered, my hips flexing even more against him. I shivered and ordered, “Harder.”
He grinned, and pressed his pelvis against me and rocked back and forth.
I stilled. Screamed. My hips went wild against him, and my hands pressed harder against the headboard. He sucked in a breath, as I felt myself trip…trip…and I fell over the edge, slamming my hips against his. My lids shut, and I felt him kiss me even as he gasped; then he was lifting up and repeatedly hammering into me. I moaned; my head long past gone into sensual overload as an orgasm from ecstasy took me. I could not think. Nothing but the pulses of passion and Daniil’s wild thrusts were all I knew. I was pretty sure I heard him shouting in Russian; I drifted in a place I had never been before.
His thrusts became chaotic, and suddenly, he slammed into me, sliding over my cervix and lodging his cock so damn deep. My eyes fluttered opened, blinking out the haze and coming down from my own paradise. I saw him staring down at me; his jaw clenched tightly as his eyelids drooped, and he shuddered, jerking against me hard, lodging even farther into me, his cock beginning to pulse inside me.
He groaned low, his body shaking, and instinctively, I caught him when he started to drop on top of me. His orgasm racked his body, and I felt him come for what felt like forever, my core extremely sensitive after my third o
rgasm, so I felt every single pulse, making my own body jerk. His hands crept under my ass, and he held us tightly connected until he sucked in a breath, his taunt body going sated and limp over me. I was good with that since mine had done the same.
The air conditioner in my room kicked on, and since our bodies were covered with a light sprinkle of sweat, I felt instant relief from the heat. As I sucked air, our chests heaved against one another’s. My hands were on his back from catching and holding him through his orgasm, and I left them there as he moved one of his hands up to the small of my back, holding me. I was not positive how long we lay there; his large body sprawled over mine, covering me, and oddly, I did not mind the shallow breathing.
We both dozed off, because when there was pounding on my door, we both jerked at the sound. Daniil’s head snapped up; he blinked down at me sleepily. A fucking gun was in his hand he must have hidden in his shorts that lay next to us, along with his wallet and an empty condom wrapper.
That woke me up fast, and I kept my gaze off it as the pounding sounded again. Since no one was shouting ‘fire’, I asked in irritation, “You brought a damn gun into bed with us?”
His head had darted in the direction of the door that could not be seen from where we lay. “You know who I am. I always have one with me.” He paused. “Get used to it.” A blatant command.
Instant. “No. It’s not something a woman just gets used to. And don’t think that because we had good sex you can order me around.”
I saw his eyes narrow, and still not looking at me, he asked coolly, “Good sex?”
I pointed against the nose that was facing away from me. “Fine. Fantastic, mind-fucking-blowing sex. But that doesn’t give you the right to order me around.”
His eyes were still narrowed, and he opened his mouth, but both of us stilled when we heard Zane shout from out in the hallway, “Open the fucking door!” More pounding. “Unless you want me to come in!”
“We better get that,” I grumbled, miffed at Daniil and his gun command.
“You aren’t going anywhere naked,” Daniil ordered bluntly, pulling back, and very gently sliding out of me.
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