Only when she was breathlessly begging for, “More, more, more, please, more, just more, please, Max!” did he move to take one nipple between his lips.
He nipped it gently and then laved it with his tongue. She gasped out a sound more animal than woman; it was certainly one she’d never heard herself make before.
He started suckling, while bringing his hand up to cup her other breast and roll that nipple between his fingers.
It was an overload of pleasure and she felt tremors she only recognized as a different kind of orgasm as they crested and she found herself shouting his name and several Ukrainian naughty words.
Oh, wow. Wow. Wow. Wow!
Suddenly long, thick, masculine fingers were delving into the wet flesh between her legs. He pressed one into her vagina and crooked it, curving upward. He rubbed and hit a spot that she’d read about but never discovered on her own.
She screamed again, this time a wordless sound of pure need.
He reared back. “You ready for me?”
“More than.”
He nodded, leaning over her to grab stuff from the bedside table. When he kneeled up again, he had a condom in his hand. “Want to put it on me?”
“Yes.”
She sat up and put her hand out for the condom packet. She fumbled, but managed to get it open and the condom out intact. Then she stopped. “I want to touch you.”
“Later,” he growled out as he tugged her hand toward him.
She nodded. Later. Yes. Lots of touching later, but now? He was going to be inside her.
First though? She needed to taste, just a little. She touched his weeping slit, and then brought her finger to her mouth. Salty. Sweet. All man.
He groaned.
She moaned.
“Put it on me,” he demanded.
She nodded again, this time frantically. Yes, yes, yes. Hands shaking, she rolled the condom down his big erection, squeezing a little as she went. Oh, man. Her fingertips didn’t quite touch as they circled him at the base.
She whimpered. “Want you.”
“Lie back, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”
Falling back, she spread her legs, bending her knees to make all the room he needed between her thighs.
“Damn, you are one sexy brainiac.” His dark gaze burned through her.
“Uh-huh.” Whatever. She just wanted him inside. Now.
He laughed, even as he moved into position, his head right at her entrance. “You’re thinking out loud again.”
“I do that sometimes.” She arched up, trying to get him to come inside.
“I’ve noticed.” He pushed forward, just a little. “It’s cute.”
“Max! Come on.”
That dark chuckle sounded again and then he was pushing inside, stretching tender intimate tissue to capacity.
“Feels so good,” she gasped out.
“Oh, yeah.”
He made little rocking motions with his hips, pushing deeper with each small thrust.
She felt like she was going to fly apart and he wasn’t even all the way inside.
“Me too,” he ground out, making her realize she’d done it again.
Good thing he didn’t find her habits irritating.
“Not irritating. Sexy. Oh, shit.” His big body shuddered as he bottomed ot inside her.
Their eyes locked, neither of them moved. The moment felt too profound. It was supposed to be just sex, but there was something going on here, something she didn’t even know could happen. But she felt that in this moment, they were one being.
The look of intense concentration on his face said he felt the same, or at least something close to it.
She opened her mouth to say something, she didn’t know what, but he shook his head. And started to move.
His strong hand gripped her buttocks, tilting her pelvis just so and that tingle-inducing spot inside her vagina got stimulated on the long, slow glide out and then in again.
He didn’t speak. She couldn’t. He moved in and out, one slow thrust after another.
She’d thought she’d wanted hot, hard and fast, but this was so good. So perfect. The pleasure built, and built, and built, and she never wanted it to end.
“Gonna do this for hours,” he said.
“Next time.” Because even with the slow thrusts, she knew she wasn’t going to last long.
And he was already so swollen and hard inside her, he had to be close too.
“Next time,” he agreed as the thrust of his hips increased in tempo.
Unable to do much, the way he had her tilted, she strained against him. “Want it. Want it. Want it,” she chanted over and over again, knowing that blissful release was just over the next rise.
Then he locked her knees over his arms and pressed her legs farther apart while thrusting deeper than he’d done yet.
She felt her climax explode through her, taking her in wave after wave of drowning bliss. She screamed. She cried. And she came. And she came again.
Her body wasn’t even hers anymore; it belonged to pleasure.
A hoarse, masculine shout sounded above her and his body went rigid. She was so sensitive, she could feel the pulse of his erection as he came too.
She wondered what it would be like without the condom, without any barrier between them.
“Dangerous, Professor, damn dangerous.”
Oh, man. She had to stop thinking out loud, or she was going to tell him she was falling for him . . . had fallen for him and in a way that was anything but casual.
CHAPTER 6
They were cuddling together in his bed after a delicious bout of shower sex when her cell phone rang.
She flung her arm out toward the sound, but the rest of her body didn’t follow. “You broke me.”
“You complaining?” He stroked his hand along her flank, leaving shivers of sensation in his wake despite her total satiation.
“No.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“I should get that.”
“Later.” He didn’t make a move to initiate more sex though, but pulled her closer into the curve of his body. “We need a nap.”
And that? Was really dangerous.
Danusia listened to the message her apartment manager had left on her phone for the second time, trying to convince herself it said what she’d thought she’d heard. But it was just so wild.
Max sauntered in from the kitchen. He’d insisted on making dinner again, saying cornbread crust pizza was a no-brainer and she could work on her thesis while he threw it together.
He’d made it pretty clear he didn’t want her help, so she’d come into the dining room. The research wasn’t making any more sense than it had earlier, and she’d remembered the phone call. Listening to her messages seemed like a legitimate reason to procrastinate.
Only the message didn’t make any more sense than the printouts littering the table.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“What? Oh . . .” She closed her phone and stared at the opposite wall, wondering if she should head back to her place tonight, or wait for morning.
Ever since they’d woken from their nap, Max had been putting distance between them. She got that. The sex between them had been too intense and he’d made it clear he wasn’t looking for a relationship.
It still hurt.
“Danusia?” he asked, sounding wary.
She turned to look at him. “I need to get back to my apartment.”
He didn’t look disappointed, or happy, or well anything. Max had his game face on and she had no hope of reading it.
“The super get the door fixed?” he asked.
She filtered the message her manager had left through her brain for an answer to that question. “Yes, with a fancy deadbolt and an interior security flip bar.”
“Sounds like they’re taking your safety seriously.”
They should. Her apartment had been broken into a second time, but left totally trashed on this occasion. The thieves,
vandals . . . whatever . . . had disabled the security alarm this time. Elle was going to be pissed.
All Danusia said was, “Yes.”
“When are you going?”
“I was thinking about heading back tonight.” The police wanted to talk to her and needed her to go through her place and see what had been taken.
His head jerked, his game face gone in the wake of dark emotion. “Tonight? What’s the rush?”
“There’s no reason to put it off.”
He frowned and then got that sexy look she found so irresistible. “I can think of a few.”
“Really?”
“If you leave now, you’ll be driving into the wee hours. That’s not safe. Don’t even pretend to think that’s a good idea for a woman alone.”
That was so not where she’d expected him to go. And he was right, but she was feeling reckless. She just shrugged.
His eyes narrowed, but all he said was, “You don’t want to miss my pizza.”
“It’s that good, huh?”
“It is.”
She sighed, knowing his first argument was a valid one, especially in light of what had happened at her apartment. “I guess.”
“Do you really want to give up one more night of this?” he asked, indicating himself.
Finally, he went with what she’d thought he was going to begin with, but maybe it was good he hadn’t started out with the sex, which was so uch more than just sex. At least for her.
And she would have said for him too.
But she was the first to admit her ability to read men was nothing like her skills in the lab.
“Conceited,” she accused.
“You saying I don’t have reason?”
“No.”
“So?”
She wasn’t sure her heart could handle more of the kind of sex they had together. And what came after.
Her leaving. And his letting her go.
He stepped toward her, his expression predatory. “You don’t look convinced.”
“I might need a little persuasion.” Her heart might not survive this intact, but it was already cracking around the edges.
At least one more night in his arms was one more night before she had to let the pain in. Before the loneliness took over.
And it wasn’t as if she didn’t know how to deal with being alone.
“I think I can do that.” He pulled her gently up from the chair, taking her phone and laying it on the table before wrapping her in his arms.
He lowered his head. “The pizza’s got fifteen more minutes. I can do a lot of convincing in that amount of time.”
“You’d better get to it then.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
Then he did. The kiss was incendiary and her worries about her heart melted in its heat. She reached up and locked her hands behind his neck and threw herself into it. Maybe it was that she’d never kissed a man she found so attractive, or maybe it was simply kissing this man, but every time their lips locked, she lost herself.
He lifted her against him, pressing that impressive hard-on into the apex of her thighs. It wasn’t enough.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and rubbed against him, unable to stifle the sounds of frustration when that just made the ache worse.
He broke his mouth away from hers. “Shhh, sexy, I’ll take care of you.”
Then he sat down in the chair she’d been using, standing her up between his thighs. He unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper. “Let’s get rid of these.”
“Yes.” She shoved the denim down her legs and kicked it away.
He grasped her hips, his hands so big that his thumbs easily reached her clitoris through the nylon of her panties. He brushed over the aching nub first with one thumb and then the other, teasing and satisfying with the same touch.
“Touch me, Max.”
“I am touching you, Professor.”
“You know . . .” Her voice failed as he rubbed a little circle over that spot.
“I do, yes.”
Suddenly, her panties were gone and then she was sitting astride his lap, facing away from him. He tilted her head up so he could kiss her while his other hand moved between her thighs.
He brushed his fingers up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before delving into her most intimate flesh. He slid one long finger inside her while the heel of his hand pressed against her swollen clitoris.
She moaned into the kiss, her body arching toward that touch, her brain losing touch with reality in a maelstrom of pleasure. She didn’t know how long he touched her like that, but the faint sound of a buzzr sounded from the kitchen just as her body and mind exploded like nanobots in a microwave. Sparkly lights danced behind her eyelids while she cried out against his lips.
Dinner was delicious, but what happened after was mind destroying. He yelled her name when he came and held her throughout the night. She woke before dawn, knowing she needed to get going before she did something really stupid, like ask him to come with her. Or if she could come back.
She was in the shower when she heard her phone ring. It stopped by the time she’d turned off the water and reached for a towel.
She was still drying herself off when Max walked into the bathroom looking pissed off and too darn sexy for this early in the morning.
“You want to explain to me why I just got off the phone with a police detective who wants to know when you’ll be back in town?”
She wrapped the towel around herself and tried sidling toward the door, but Max wasn’t moving. She stopped in front of him. “It’s about the break-in.”
“Like hell. The police don’t follow up like this on an attempted break-in when the perp didn’t even make it inside the apartment.”
“Not the first time.”
“What the hell happened?”
“Do you think I could go to Roman’s room and get some clothes?” Her backpack was still in the master bedroom.
Max leaned against the doorjamb. “Talk.”
“You’re bossier than all my older siblings combined.”
“You think?”
“They never grill me naked.”
“You’re wearing a towel and I’m your lover. That comes with certain privileges.”
“You’re my current sex partner. That’s not the same thing.”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Right. I’d say we’re done. I’m going back to my apartment and I don’t see you making a six-hour drive for a booty call.”
“You plan to go back to an apartment that’s been broken into twice now, alone?” His volume rose with each word until he was as loud as her dad watching the Super Bowl.
She made a show of shaking her finger in her ear. “Loud, much?”
“Tell me what is going on.” He bit each word out with a jaw like granite.
So, she told him.
He didn’t look any happier once she’d explained than when he’d been in the dark. In fact, there was a muscle ticcing in his jaw now and his breathing was even only by force of will. She could tell.
“Man, you really are worse than Roman.”
“Like hell you are going back there alone,” he said, instead of responding to her accusation.
“I have to go back. The police need to know if anything has been stolen and I don’t want them calling Rebekah and upsetting her.”
“Your roommate can stay just where she is.”
Since Danusia agreed, she didn’t say anything.
“I’ll go with you.”
“What? No. No way. I’m an adult, I can take care of this.”
“It’s either take me, or I call your parents and your sister and two brothers who are in country right now.
“You don’t have their numbers.”
He held up the phone. “I do now.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Which will it be?”
“You can’t just take off from work like that. You’ve probably got some super-soldier
mission to go out on.”
He flipped the phone open. “Make your choice.”
“Fine. Gosh. If I’d known all it would take to get you to go with me was to get my apartment broken into, I would have done it sooner,” she said sarcastically, hoping he couldn’t hear the strain of truth in her voice.
He heard something, because he shook his head and turned with a heartfelt “Shit,” as he went back into the guest bedroom.
“You don’t have to go with me,” she called after him. “I could call my sister.”
Because really? Two break-ins? Not normal. Danusia and Rebekah had chosen their apartment partly because of the building security and safe neighborhood.
“Don’t start with me, Danusia Lyudmyla Chernichenko,” he yelled from the other room.
“You know my middle name?” she asked on a squeak as she hurried into the bedroom, her hand clutched in her towel.
He spun around to face her, a pair of black cargo pants in his hand. “I know a lot about you. Your middle name’s the least of it.”
“It’s not my fault. My grandmother’s best friend back in the old country was named Lyudmyla.”
He just gave her a look.
“It’s embarrassing. So old-fashioned.”
“It’s cute, like the rest of you. Now, go get dressed.”
She would have found it more of a compliment if he wasn’t barking at her like a drill sergeant.
She saluted smartly and scurried from the room. He caught up with her halfway down the hall. He spun her around and slammed his mouth down on hers.
He didn’t kiss her long, but when he finished, she was gasping and dazed. “Brat.”
She nodded before she realized what she was agreeing to and then shrugged. “If you’re good at something . . .” She left the rest unsaid.
“I’m good at killing people.”
This time she knew exactly why she was nodding.
“I was MARSOC.”
“Marines special forces.”
“Yes.”
“Sniper or assassin?”
“Does it matter? I was and am a human weapon.”
“Maybe it’s time for a career change.”
“Maybe it’s not.” There was a question in his words, but she wasn’t sure he was even aware it was there.
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