“More. Harder. I need you to touch me.” The words rushed past her lips, and she waited for a smug male act.
It didn’t happen.
Nikolai smoothed his thumb across her clit again and pushed one finger into her tight channel. His finger eased the emptiness inside her, pushing it to something more.
“That would feel so much better if it was you.”
“Last time I checked, the finger belonged to me.”
Cursed color filled her cheeks but she battled onward to complete her thought. “I mean you. Your cock,” she added with a trace of defiance.
He gave a bark of laughter. “Still trying to run this campaign, sweetheart? This is my turn. We’ll do things my way.” He slid a second finger inside her, pushing them deep.
She quivered at the sense of fullness and concentrated on every sensation. The shimmer that swept her body with each cruise of a finger across her clit. The thud of her heart. But most of all, she savored the feeling of closeness, of sharing something intensely personal with Nikolai.
A different sensation across her clit made her eyes fly open. Nikolai’s head was bent as he tongued her clit, teasing the small nub until pleasure roared through her, and she balanced on a pinnacle. His fingers slowly pumped in and out while he continued to tease. She lifted her hips, trying to maintain pressure on her aching clit. The feeling was too much. It wasn’t enough.
She wanted…she wanted…
Nikolai met her gaze. He licked around her clit, the bundles of nerves jumping while he maintained eye contact. She couldn’t have looked away if she tried. His pupils were huge. Black. Full of heat and promise.
With each pass of his tongue, she throbbed with increased sensation. He picked up the pace, alternately licking her clit and filling her with his fingers.
The ache intensified until it became painful. Each lap of his tongue made it worse. Made it better. She swallowed and bit her bottom lip, trying not to cry out. Making love felt so much better with Nikolai. So much better. More fulfilling than self-pleasuring.
Another slow foray of his tongue deepened her excitement. Her lower body prickled and throbbed. Her hips lifted sharply upward, but he grasped one hipbone, holding her still. One soft drag of his tongue across her sensitized clitoris sent her over the edge. She shuddered deeply, her clit pulsing, sending spasms of pure pleasure shooting the length of her body. Her pussy clasped his fingers, gripping him in rhythmic bliss.
Slowly, slowly she floated back into her body, dazed at the experience.
Nikolai moved up the bed to kiss her. She tasted herself on his breath and something else that was uniquely him—wild, and dangerous and intense. Their tongues twirled in a lazy dance before he pulled away. He fingered a nipple, and automatically she arched her back, moving into his caress.
“You’re so responsive to my touch. Beautiful.” He rained a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth, down her neck and across her collarbone. When his mouth latched on to a nipple, a prickle of renewed heat slid through her veins. The tug of his mouth caused a corresponding pull, a clench of her womb.
She clasped his head to her breast, her fingers tangling in his black hair. “That feels wonderful. I want more.”
He pulled away, releasing her nipple to gaze up at her with slumberous eyes. “There’s more yet,” he promised. “And it will be even better.”
Her heart flip-flopped, and she couldn’t help the blazing smile of approval that curved her lips. “More?”
“Oh, yeah.” He tugged a lock of her hair, the small pain making her frown. Smiling, he covered her mouth with his, feeding from her lips and stoking the fire inside her to greater heights.
Nikolai cupped a breast and tucked a hand under her butt, aligning their bodies together. His penis fit between her legs, fueling longing in her.
“I want you so bad, but it’s not too late to change your mind.”
“Too much talk. More action required.”
Nikolai clutched her against his larger frame, squeezing the air from her lungs. “Don’t say I never gave you the opportunity,” he said in a fierce tone.
He left her then, leaving her gazing at him in bewilderment, but when he opened the top drawer of his bedside table, enlightenment followed in the guise of a small foil packet.
She gulped in dismay. The articles in Miranda magazine stressed protection, but in the heat of the moment the advice had slipped her mind. Not Nikolai. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth.
“Can I do it? Put the condom on for you?”
“Not this time, sweetheart. I’m too close. One touch and I’ll lose it.” He smoothed the rubber on with an expertise she admired. “I’d rather come inside you.”
Oh, boy. Grown-up stuff. She wanted that too.
He trailed a hand across her belly and journeyed downward to circle her clit. A frown crossed his face, and he glanced up at her. “This might hurt. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
Real grown-up stuff.
His nimble fingers skated across her clit, parted her folds and pressed into her channel.
“It turns me on knowing you’re wet for me, that you want me so much.” His large frame shuddered as he uttered the words, and he pulled his finger from her, replacing it with the blunt tip of his cock. He trembled again. “I’ll take this slow, even if it kills me.”
Her breath caught as he pushed inside her, stretching untried muscles until she felt unpleasantly full. At her wince, he withdrew. Panicked, she clutched his tight buttocks, only relaxing when he pushed into her again, a little farther this time.
“You’re tight,” he murmured, surging and retreating, pushing deeper still.
A twinge of pain took her by surprise. A cry escaped, and he stilled, seated deep inside her. The sense of fullness was weird, yet she liked it once the pain receded. He kissed her, and after searching her face, continued with his strokes and kisses. His tongue plunged into her mouth with the same slow pace as his cock. Each easy stroke of his cock massaged her clit.
Soon she picked up the rhythm, moving with him in countermoves. Her delight in the act, the wisps of pleasure grew. Gradually, he increased his speed, cupping a butt cheek in each hand to lift her higher and angle his strokes.
She felt the familiar hum of arousal streak from her clit. She groaned and swallowed, directing his strokes with an insistent grip on his backside. She was close. So close.
“Nikolai,” she breathed, reaching, searching for more. Suddenly she was there. Heat scorched her body, streaking along her length. Ripples of fulfillment shot through her body for long seconds after. It was like a signal to Nikolai. He stroked harder, faster. Quicker. Her pussy clenched around his cock with never-ending ripples.
He groaned, his hips thrusting in quick, frantic strokes, then he stilled.
When his breathing returned to something resembling normal, he eased from her body. Before she could speak, he folded her into his arms as if she were the most precious object.
The big, bad SAS man held her, running his hands across her sweaty back, his body heat searing her chest, making her feel safe, and valued. Making her feel loved.
Making her hope for the future.
Chapter Ten
Nikolai held Summer, savoring the feel of her plastered against his body. He couldn’t regret making love to her, even though he knew Henry wouldn’t see things the same way. He didn’t look forward to meeting her family, reacquainting himself with her brothers. Good blokes to have on the same side in a war, he knew from a previous mission when his team had combined with their unit. The two Williams brothers were an unstoppable force. He shrugged, knowing he wouldn’t change things even if he could. The only way to keep Summer safe was to remain at her side.
“Whatz the time?”
“Just gone eight.”
Summer bounded upright and almost fell off the bed. “I’m going to be late for work. Mrs. Ferguson will have a cow.”
“You’re not going to work today,” Nikolai sai
d.
“But I—”
“I’ll ring Mrs. Ferguson. What’s the number?” He climbed from the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor. Seconds later he held up a cell phone, his finger poised to dial.
“This will be good. Does it have speaker phone? I can’t wait to hear Mrs. Ferguson get the better of you.”
Nikolai loved the way Summer said what she thought and stood up to him. Laura had acted frightened, watching him as if he were a lit fuse. A throwback to her childhood, he presumed, since he’d never hit a woman in his life. He hadn’t realized how much Laura’s quiet anxiety had bugged him until he’d come face-to-face with Summer’s feistiness.
“You’ll have to listen to a one-sided conversation.” Someone picked up the phone on the other end and he asked for Mrs. Ferguson. A minute later, he hung up. “There. What did I tell you?” He smirked when she rolled her eyes.
Nikolai glanced at the clock again and aimed for casual as he sat on the bed beside her, or as nonchalant as a man could be with a raging hard-on. “We have time for breakfast or to sleep longer. Your call.”
Dark brows shot upward, and her breasts jiggled at her abrupt shoulder shrug. He would’ve been half dead if he hadn’t appreciated the sight.
“Would there be sleep involved?” she asked in a throaty drawl.
“That would depend on you.” He felt humor flirt with his lips, although he tried to keep it low-key and under control. He didn’t want to frighten her off, but hoped like hell she wanted a repeat performance as much as he did.
Summer pursed her lips, but he caught the twinkle in her blue eyes. “Actually, I have a few ideas.”
“Yeah?” The naughty sparkle hiked his pulse rate, made his imagination race. This was the woman who’d been a virgin. Call him a macho pig, but he was meant to be the one leading the way. The wry thought had his head shaking. Luckily, he hadn’t verbalized that one. Summer had already objected about her allocation to the little woman slot.
“We should try some different positions. For a start.”
Nikolai found himself shocked, mouth gaping momentarily. Hell, he’d created a sex monster. “Sounds interesting,” he said cautiously. “What did you have in mind?”
“Everything,” she said simply. “Anything you want to teach me.”
Nikolai scanned her earnest countenance. Everything covered an awful lot of ground. He closed the distance between them. “Are you sure you feel okay? No headache?”
“I’m more than all right.” She leaned against a pillow and stretching her muscles like a cat.
Unlike some women he’d been with, she didn’t seem self-conscious displaying her body. She wasn’t cowering under the sheet, moaning about big hips, the wrong size breasts or a large butt. A refreshing change.
“Why are you grinning?” she demanded, her lips curving in a sultry pout. The mischievous glint remained. “Going through your repertoire of positions?”
A snort escaped. Positions. What would she come out with next?
He advanced on her, intending to crowd her, to make her aware of him. And to fill her mind so full of him, she wouldn’t keep trying to control proceedings. Off-balance worked for him.
“What do you know about positions?”
“I’m a librarian. I’m good at research. There’s missionary, which we’ve done, doggy-style, ride—”
Nikolai lowered his head. Only one surefire way of shutting her up. His lips closed over hers just as she let loose a giggle. It was like kissing a glass of champagne. He’d never particularly liked the girly drink. On Summer, it tasted classy and made him hotter than he’d ever experienced before. Their lips slid together, tasting, sipping until the laughter disappeared and sexual energy arced between them.
Amazing. Bloody amazing.
He let his tongue flicker into her mouth to explore the moist warmth beyond. His cock ached for action. God, he wanted to sink into her warmth any way he could. Like a Neanderthal, he just wanted to fuck her. Immediate satisfaction.
He parted their lips to kiss a trail down her neck, exploring the curve of her chin, the delicate skin behind her ear where a pulse beat madly. He scraped his teeth lightly over the jumping tic, and she moaned.
“That feels amazing,” she murmured. “I have the urge to tell you to bite harder, to mark me.” Summer lifted her head then, full of sultry promise that pushed his heartbeat into a gallop. “Except Mrs. Ferguson does neck check every Monday morning.”
“I thought you worked in a library?”
“Yeah. Mrs. Ferguson is big into leading by example. Hickeys don’t set a good example to our younger customers. Hickeys are directly responsible for teenage pregnancy.”
Pregnancy. For one frozen millisecond, Nikolai pictured her swollen with his child. And once the idea took root, it was difficult to shake. He expelled a breath and brutally pushed aside the vision. He’d been a father once, and a damn fine job he’d made of that. Soldiers had no right thinking about parenthood if they couldn’t be home to raise their children and keep them safe. Last time he looked, he was still in the military. Same problem.
A soft touch on his cheek jerked him back.
“Where were you?”
“Just trying to decide which position.”
“Go on. Don’t keep me in suspense.”
A bark of laughter escaped him as he grabbed Summer and rolled her on top of him. “We’ll start slow with you on top.”
“I always liked riding.”
Her cheeky grin brought awe to the surface. She made everything fun, and it was a new experience for him. Almost as though he were the pupil and she the teacher.
“Come up here.” Perhaps it was time to enjoy the fun, embrace it. He patted the bed at chest level. “So I can see better.”
“That’s not the business end,” Summer retorted, not moving an inch.
“I’m the teacher here.” His mouth quirked. Man, she cracked him up. “Why don’t you follow instructions like a good soldier?”
“I don’t do orders.”
“No, but aren’t you curious?” Of course, she was. The inquisitive spark flaring in her eyes glowed true and clear. “Come up here. Please.”
Summer moved at the pace of a geriatric snail. Intense anticipation roared through him while he waited. The urgent need to claim her pulsed through his mind, but he wanted to prolong the loving, and make it mind-blowing for both of them.
“Stop there.” His voice emerged hoarse and tight. Summer still straddled him and, stretched as she was, she gave him the perfect view. Her dark pubic hair was trimmed into the sexy heart while the rest of her was smooth under his questing gaze. “You’re pretty. Plump and ripe for my touch.” As he spoke, he strummed a finger across her labia and parted the folds. Using his hands, he urged her closer and blew softly on her swollen clitoris.
Summer swayed. A small mew escaped. Nikolai glanced up, enjoying the sight of her ripe breasts and pillowy curves. He blew again, and her body jerked. So responsive. He drew one finger the length of her swollen flesh, ending with a slow circle around her nub. Her juices moistened his finger as he repeated the process.
“Touch me,” she pleaded in a breathless voice. “No teasing.”
Nikolai smiled. Teasing was half the fun with a woman as hot as Summer. “Tell me what you want. Be precise so I don’t get it wrong.”
She sucked in a harsh breath. Her lovely breasts lifted then settled, her nipples tight and needy, reminding him he had to explore her a little more.
“Okay.” She sounded breathless but determined. “I want you to touch my clit with your tongue. I want you to lick me until I’m hot and can’t bear it anymore. Then I want you to put your cock inside me. I want you to thrust hard and fast while I ride you. I want you to make me come.”
Proud amusement replaced the niggling doubt inside him. He’d been right. Nothing fazed her. She wasn’t all talk about wanting to meet on equal terms. She wanted a man who challenged her and was capable of accepting any challenges she is
sued. Nikolai felt his balls tighten painfully. He hoped he could keep up with her demands.
“Is that all?”
“For starters,” she said primly.
“You got all that from research?” He brushed his thumb across her clit, reveling in her sigh, her musky scent.
“Yeah.”
Man, he couldn’t wait to hear what else she had in mind. “Move a little closer.” He positioned her level with his mouth and breathed deep. She smelled of sex and citrus, and tasted better. Going slow and easy, he parted her folds and raked his tongue along her cleft, then teased her clit with a much lighter pressure. She shuddered and issued a soft moan that tugged at his cock. He felt his dick lengthen while the air crackled with sensual tension.
Nikolai listened to his body and increased the pace. Instead of teasing, he licked and tasted her engorged flesh. Summer was so wet for him, and a vocal lover.
“More. Harder. I need you inside me.”
Nikolai gave her the steady thrust of his finger while he continued to lap and nibble around the edge of her clit, feeding on her juices, and urging her higher and higher.
“Oh, Nikolai. I’m so close. Stop. It’s too much.”
He didn’t think she meant that so he kept pushing her higher, thrusting two and then three fingers deep inside her while he licked and sucked some more, slowing now to tease because he loved the way she moaned, her hips gyrating, silently pleading for a deeper possession.
“No more!” Summer wrenched away, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she’d exerted herself. She ran a hand the length of his cock, her thumb smoothing across the drop of pre-cum at the end. “I want to come with you inside me. I want to feel your cock stretching me.”
“Condom,” Nikolai said. Damn, she unmanned him with her honesty. His gaze wandered the curves of her rounded backside as she bent to retrieve a foil packet from his bedside cabinet. Tempted, he ran his hand across one smooth butt cheek and down the crack between, down her perineum until his fingers skimmed her damp flesh. Her intense shudder filled him with anticipation for the weeks ahead, the adventure in store.
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