Her pleasure rose higher and higher, until she felt it spiraling out of control, crashing with the force of a wave on the shore and causing her body to shake and tremble with the endless intensity of her release.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
She was sobbing in earnest now as she collapsed against the dampness of Nikolai’s shoulder, her body feeling as if it had shattered, been torn apart by the intensity of her orgasm and remained that way.
“You okay?” Nikolai’s arms moved about Daisy’s waist as he held her close against him, the lust fading slightly to be replaced with an unaccustomed feeling of protectiveness.
Protective? Him?
The emotion was…uncomfortable. Unfamiliar, especially when it came to a woman.
A woman who was still trembling and quaking in his arms from the force of her orgasm.
Virgin, he reminded himself again.
Virgin equaled innocent.
Didn’t matter a damn when Nikolai ached to give Daisy that pleasure again and again. Until she couldn’t take any more and begged him to stop.
And then what?
By then she would be so wet and open to him, maybe he would forgo putting his cock in her mouth and instead thrust inside the heat between her—
Hell, no. He was not taking Daisy’s virginity. Not now, not ever.
“I’m fine,” she finally managed to speak huskily, her breath warm against his now cooling flesh, her forehead remaining pressed against his shoulder.
“Good.” Nikolai easily lifted her and placed her on the seat beside him before standing up. A glance down at his aching cock showed the bulbous head was purple and leaking pre-cum. “I’m going to bed now,” he bit out abruptly. “Do you want the hot tub left on or off?”
“I—off,” Daisy answered lamely, totally disorientated by Nikolai’s abrupt departure as he stepped out of the water and turned off the hot tub before picking up a towel from the pile near the door, wrapping it securely about his waist before leaving. All without giving her so much as a second glance.
What the hell had just happened…?
This was the second time Nikolai had left Daisy immediately after— After what? Giving her the most intense pleasure in her life?
Most women wouldn’t complain about that.
She wasn’t complaining about it either. Their lovemaking just now had been even more enjoyable than the first time, probably because this time she had known what was happening to her and had just given herself up to the pleasure of it. To the pleasure that was Nikolai.
And afterward, he had left her again, even more abruptly than the last time. This time without reaching a climax himself.
Anger rose up inside her like a red tide. Just who the hell did Nikolai think he was, making love to her until she was out of her mind—until she literally felt as if she had lost her mind—and then just walking away with that magnificent cock still fully erect and unsatisfied?
Yes, just who the hell does he think he is!
More to the point, who or what did he think she was? She might be inexperienced, but she wasn’t stupid, knew that he needed physical release too. And if she wasn’t giving it to him, then who was?
Daisy surged up out of the water to step out of the tub and strip off her wet boxers before also grabbing up a towel. She wrapped it about her naked body as she hurried down the spiral staircase, her strides long and determined as she marched down the hallway to Nikolai’s bedroom.
She walked into the bedroom without knocking, only to come to an abrupt halt in the doorway as she saw what he was doing.
Nikolai had allowed the towel to drop to the carpeted floor as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, and his completely naked body now looked magnificent in the soft glow of light given off by a single bedside lamp.
Every muscle and sinew of that body seemed to be stretched and taut, the expression on Nikolai’s face one of pain or pleasure as he pressed back against the doorframe between his bedroom and the adjoining bathroom, one hand braced against the wooden frame opposite, his other hand—Oh God, his other hand—
“I think it will kill me if I have to stop now!” His head was thrown back, his eyes full of torment as he gazed along his left shoulder at her.
Daisy didn’t want him to stop. She had never seen anything as beautiful as Nikolai holding and pumping the thick length of his own cock, hand stroking, pumping up and down that heavily veined thickness as he stood with his legs braced apart. The engorged head of his cock glistened with pre-cum that slicked his fingers, the sac beneath drawn up tight enough to burst.
Daisy licked her lips but otherwise remained completely still, hardly daring to breathe, not speaking, as she watched him in fascination.
She could tell by the way Nikolai seemed to know what gave him the most pleasure that he had done this before, many times. He knew exactly the right pressure to exert as his fingers gripped and encircled his shaft. The measured way he liked to be pumped. How to caress the soft pad of his thumb over the moist and leaking slit on each of the upstrokes.
Daisy watched and took note of it all. How Nikolai liked to pump slowly and then fast, his expression agonized each time he stopped just short of ejaculation. Before beginning all over again. Stroking. Pumping. Squeezing. Faster and faster. Before stopping, his breathing ragged as he calmed enough to begin again, drawing out the moment of release to an almost painful degree.
And all the time he did those things, his tortured gray gaze remained fixed on Daisy as she stood across the room, silently watching him.
A silence she was the one to finally break as she spoke gruffly. “Because of me?”
“For you,” he corrected as he finally answered her question of earlier.
“Mine.”
“Yours.”
Daisy wasn’t even aware of moving as she crossed the room to stand next to him, their gazes remaining locked as she slowly fell to her knees in front of him to push his hand out of the way and replace it with her own.
His shaft was so long and thick around that she had to use both hands to hold him as she gave in to the need she felt to take that bulbous head into her mouth. She groaned low in her throat as she tasted him for the first time. Sweet and salty, with an earthy musk she was sure was uniquely Nikolai.
Nikolai reached down to grasp her by the tops of her arms. “Daisy, no—”
“Let me,” she breathed, and her tongue flicked out to lick and lave the sensitive bulbous head.
Let her?
It was taking all of Nikolai’s considerable self-control not to grab the back of her head with both hands, holding her there in front of him, as he thrust in and out of the heat of her mouth until he shot his cum down the back of her throat.
Every muscle in his body was tensed and flexed as he fought against doing exactly that.
He gave up that fight the moment the warmth of her hand cupped beneath the tautness of his sac, gently rolling his balls at the same time as she took his cock back into the inferno of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him. Deep and hard.
Just the way he liked it.
How the hell had Daisy known to do that? What—
Nikolai gave a low groan of surrender and leaned back against the doorframe, watching her as her head bobbed up and down. Her heat completely engulfed him as she took his cock fully to the back of her throat before moving up again, her tongue licking that sensitive knot of nerves just beneath the mushroom head.
“Take off the towel,” he instructed harshly.
She glanced up at him with those huge moss-green eyes.
“Please,” he breathed—begged?—gruffly.
The hand cupping his balls slowly released him to move down and unfasten and then pull off the covering towel before moving back to cup his sac. Long lashes rested against Daisy’s flushed cheeks as she kept her gaze downcast.
“You’re beautiful.” Nikolai reached down and lifted her chin so that she was once again gazing up at him. “You’re beautiful all over, Daisy,�
� he repeated firmly.
And she was. Sleek as a cat, there wasn’t an ounce of unnecessary flesh on Daisy’s body; firm, uptilting breasts, slender waist, curvy hips, with a nest of trimmed blonde curls between her thighs, silky bare legs long and shapely beneath her.
He gave another groan and released her, his head falling back against the doorframe as her hot, moist tongue resumed stroking and licking along the length of his engorged cock, the hand cupping his balls gently squeezing.
Nikolai closed his eyes and gave himself up to the pleasure as Daisy sucked most of his cock to the back of her throat, her other hand stroking and pumping the inches she couldn’t take.
Over and over again, remorselessly, until Nikolai felt his balls clench and the tingling at the base of his spine as indication of his imminent release.
“You have to stop…!” he breathed harshly.
Rather than stopping, Daisy sucked him harder and increased that grip about his cock, at the same time as the fingers of her other hand stroked and pressed against that sensitive knot of muscles beneath his sac.
Pleasure overload.
So much so that there was no way in hell Nikolai could stop or prevent the hot flow of his release as it shot the length of his cock and poured like molten lava into Daisy’s mouth. And kept on pouring, his release seeming never-ending as she swallowed him down.
Daisy had never tasted anything so delicious in her life as Nikolai’s cum. It tasted sweet and spicy at the same time, with just a hint of salt.
Nectar of the gods.
She drank greedily, reveling in each heavy pulse of Nikolai’s cock as he continued to jerk and thrust long after she had swallowed down every last drop and his breath had become a raw rasp in his throat.
She finally released him to sit back on her heels, aroused again by Nikolai’s uninhibited responses. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples hot and engorged, between her thighs slick with her own juices, her clit a painful throb.
Nikolai’s face was flushed as he studied her quizzically for several seconds. Whatever he saw there was enough for him to bend down and pick her up in his arms before striding over to the bed. He pulled back the duvet and laid her down on top of the sheets before joining her there.
“Still lots more enjoyable things we can do together.” his voice was low as he parted and then moved to kneel between her thighs, hands moving to cup her breasts, his cock not having softened in the slightest despite the intensity of his release.
Daisy arched up as his fingertips grazed both nipples, groaning low in her throat as the pleasure coursed through her body to settle hot and heavy at her core. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as her clit throbbed in rhythm with those caressing fingers, and the juices flowed from her channel and over her labia.
Nikolai’s harsh face was flushed, his cock jutting up and forward.
Daisy wanted, ached for that sleek and beautiful cock.
Inside her.
Now.
Nikolai obviously had other ideas as he avoided her questing hands to instead move down the bed and lie between her parted thighs, his breath hot as his fingers parted her folds before his head lowered and his mouth closed over her heat.
Daisy gasped and bucked as his tongue delved beneath the protective hood over her clitoris before he began to alternately lick and then suck on that swollen nubbin, at the same time as his fingers breached her weeping channel and he began to thrust inside her, touching that knot of nerves inside her with every stroke.
There was something so arousing, so—so primitive about seeing Nikolai’s blond head between her thighs, and having his mouth and fingers pleasuring her. So much so that Daisy’s second climax hit her with the force of a tsunami rather than a wave, lifting her up, tossing her about endlessly as she gasped and screamed, before allowing her to slowly fall again.
Nikolai took her there again.
And then again.
He took her there so many times, gave her so many orgasms, she was mindless with the pleasure and no longer even sure what her name was.
“No more,” she finally protested weakly, head lifting off the pillows as she squirmed away from his seeking mouth.
“Just once more, Daisy,” he encouraged hoarsely. “You taste so fucking delicious.”
Daisy had been aware of his licking and swallowing down her juices every time they gushed hotly between her thighs, and she couldn’t deny him again now either.
This time, her screams were a cross between pain and pleasure as she came forcefully.
She collapsed exhausted back onto the pillows, hair damp, and feeling as limp as a rag doll as Nikolai moved up the bed to lie beside her.
He took her in his arms before pulling the duvet up and over both of them. “I think we should both be able to sleep now,” he murmured dryly.
Sleep? Daisy was so tired, she felt as if she were drifting off into a coma as the darkness overtook her and she lost consciousness in his arms.
“Just what the hell did you think you were doing?”
Nikolai had been about to pour himself a cup of coffee, but he slowly replaced the coffeepot at the aggression he could hear in Daisy’s tone. Not just in her tone, he noted as he turned to glance at her across the kitchen.
There were dark circles beneath her eyes, and her face was pale. Both probably a result of lack of sleep. They had woken once, twice, in his bed, and the two of them had made love again for hours, the hunger seeming to intensify rather than abate.
Her chin was tilted in challenge now, her shoulders back and her arms out at her sides. Her breasts thrust forward beneath the green sweater she wore, and her feet were planted apart below tight-fitting low-rider jeans. Her whole stance was one of aggression.
If she’d had a gun in her hand, Nikolai knew it would have been aimed at him.
If she’d had a gun in her hand right then, she looked angry enough to actually use it too.
He leaned back against the kitchen cabinet as he folded his arms across his chest. “If this is your idea of the morning-after conversation, then you need to—”
“Don’t get clever with me, Nikolai.” Her low, barely controlled voice showed how close she was to losing it. “I woke up in your bed an hour ago to find you had left the apartment.”
He shrugged. “Your associates accompanied me.” One of them a big guy, at least five, possibly six inches over six feet tall, his shoulder-length hair inky black, the bronze cast to his skin indicating a possible Native American background. The other one was almost as tall, with a lethal-looking scar slashed down the side of his face and neck.
“Jonas and Seth. They called and told me.” She nodded. “You still shouldn’t have just left without telling me first.”
His mouth curved into a mocking smile. “You wanted wake-up sex too?”
Color blazed in her cheeks at the taunt. “What I wanted was for you not to have left the apartment without telling me!”
He snorted. “I’m not in the habit of asking anyone’s permission before I do something.”
“Then I suggest you learn. And quickly,” she snapped.
“Don’t threaten me, Daisy,” he warned softly.
Her jaw tensed. “It’s a way of keeping you alive, not a threat.”
“Sounded the same as a threat to me.”
Daisy sighed. “It’s been obvious from the beginning that you have little respect for me, and after today, even that little seems to have disappeared—”
“What the hell does my going out today have to do with respecting you?” Nikolai pushed impatiently away from the kitchen unit to begin restlessly prowling the kitchen, all the time keeping Daisy in his sights.
She stood her ground. “Would you have just walked out like that if I’d been a man?”
“If you’d been a man you wouldn’t have been in my bed in the first place,” he assured her dryly.
“I said don’t get clever with me, Nikolai.” Tension rolled off her in waves, and she clenched her hands at her sides.
“What the hell are you so angry about?” He sighed his impatience, wondering if this, having to explain himself and his movements, was why he had never been involved in anything even resembling a permanent relationship.
Which was unfair of him, he immediately conceded heavily. Daisy was just doing her job, not making demands as his lover.
His lover.
Was that what Daisy now was?
Earlier today had been…incredible. Daisy had surprised him. He hadn’t expected her to be so adventurous and uninhibited in her lovemaking. She had brought all those things into play this morning, had been totally responsive to everything and anything he did. In return, she had made love to him exquisitely. Exploring. Testing what gave him the most pleasure, and then giving it to him. Hell, Daisy had given him everything he had ever wanted from a woman, and more.
His cock gave an enthusiastic surge at the memory.
Did earlier today make Daisy his lover?
Hell if Nikolai knew.
“What am I so angry about?” Daisy repeated incredulously. “I’m supposed to be your bodyguard, Nikolai—”
“And earlier today you protected my body to perfection.”
“What I did was overstep the line between my personal and working life.” Boy, had she overstepped that line! “But that doesn’t mean you can just up and leave whenever you feel like it—”
“That’s exactly what it means.” Nikolai’s voice was soft and even. Dangerously so? “I don’t answer to you. I don’t answer to Gregori. And I sure as hell don’t answer to fucking Lijah Smith.”
“Just what is your problem with Lijah?” It was impossible for Daisy to miss that flare of anger in Nikolai’s tone every time he spoke of the other man.
“I don’t have a problem with him—”
“Liar.”
Nikolai stilled, his jaw tight, eyes turning glacial. “A word of advice, Daisy. Never accuse me of lying again.” He spoke in that soft and dangerous tone.
“Well, if you don’t have a problem with him, what do you have?” She chose to ignore that threat as she eyed him with exasperation.
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