Later, as the wind howled through and around the house, Wraith couldn’t sleep. He’d spent the entire time thinking back to the kiss he’d shared with Amelia. It was hot, so much so, it took every ounce of control in him not to tear her clothes from her body. He’d wanted to slide into her against the wall with one of her legs lifted to his hips to open her up. He’d wanted to fall to his knees and worship every, beautiful, dark inch of her flesh with his tongue.
But Amelia was a woman to be cherished. She wasn’t the type for a rough tryst against some crumbling old wall and nothing else. She deserved a man who was into designer suits and luxurious things.
The floorboard creaked in the dark and Wraith was immediately on alert. He knew the difference between boards shifting because of wind and boards crying because someone was moving their weight around on it. He remained still in the dark, one hand under his pillow with the fingers wrapped around the handle of his Glock. But no intruder came forward. Amelia stood by the door, wrapped in a sheet. He released the gun and sat up. Their eyes met. Without saying a word, he lifted one end of his sheet and she moved gracefully across the space and climbed under. She settled with her back against his chest and her head on the pillow beside him.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” Amelia whispered in the dark.
“It’s okay, Hummingbird. Go back to sleep.”
“It’s cold in here.”
“I know.”
“Aren’t there other heaters?”
Wraith closed his eyes and shifted to get more comfortable, to keep his arousal away from her butt. “The others don’t work.”
“I see.”
“Why did you come to me, Amelia?” Wraith asked. “You aren’t afraid of the dark, are you?”
She turned to face him, her breath washing sweetly against his skin. “No. Not the dark per say.”
“Then why?”
She stared into his face for a long, silent moment. Wraith thought for sure she wouldn’t answer. But then she dropped her gaze. “I can’t seem to fall asleep without you,” she replied in a sheepish voice. “It’s stupid, I know. I just kept tossing and turning.”
Wraith was weak from her confession. Helplessly, he kissed her forehead, down between her eyes then the tip of her nose. Aside from the storm outside, Amelia’s exhalation filled the room. She squirmed closer to him and Wraith knew no matter how hard he fought, there was no resisting her. Taking her left hand, he dragged it over his bare chest, down to his abs and lower. He pressed her fingers intimately against him and growled at the sensation the pressure caused. “Squeeze.” He demanded hoarsely.
She obliged him, and he bit back the urge to shout her name.
“If you ever think I don’t find you sexy, Hummingbird, I want you to remember this moment. Remember how hard I am under your hand, how helpless I become when you touch me like this, and how wild I get when we make love.”
“Who said we’re making love?” Amelia asked. “What if I changed my mind?”
Wraith said nothing at first. He snaked a hand past the waist of her track pants and panties. He found her entrance with a finger and pressed it into her hot, wet tightness. After pumping the finger a couple of times making her gasp, he withdrew it and smiled. “I don’t think you’ve changed your mind, Hummingbird. Shall I prove it?”
She cradled his face and sought his lips. Inside his head, Wraith could feel himself buried deep inside her, feeling her squeezing him tightly. His arousal throbbed between his legs and it scared him. He had to hold onto some control. All those thoughts, however, evaporated when she rolled him to his back and pressed her beautiful breasts into his chest. He dropped his hands to the bed, clutching the sheets. Though he kissed her back with as much ferocity, he couldn’t touch her—not yet.
Wraith wrenched his lips from her and panted for breath. “I need you to do me a favour.”
“What?” Her voice was breathy, sexy. “Want to stop again?”
“No. Sit up.”
She did as he asked and Wraith shifted to get a little bit more comfortable under her body. He stretched a hand across to turn on the lamp by the bed. He needed to see her—all of her.
“Take off your shirt.”
Her eyes widened, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
Liam arched a brow. “I don’t get it. A second ago you were doing things to my mouth with your tongue that would have you burn as a witch back in the day and now you’re embarrassed?”
“Sorry.”
“Amelia, what...” He ran his hands over his face and inhaled deeply.
“I’m not used to this, okay?” Amelia explained.
“Are you a virgin?” Wraith asked. “Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“No. And I do want to do it with you.”
Wraith laughed and covered his eyes with a palm. “You can’t do it until you can speak its name.”
She smacked him. “Don’t be a jerk. I’m just nervous.”
“Okay.” Wraith dropped his hands to the bed. “Tell you what. Why don’t you take off your top and show me those beautiful breasts? I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“What if you don’t like what you see?”
“I highly doubt I’ll be disgusted.”
She eyed him silently then slowly peeled her top off. Wraith couldn’t stop staring. The swells of her breasts rose and fell against the lacy top of her bra. The red material held her perfectly, giving him a peek of dark nipples beneath.
Was she insane? How could any living, breathing straight man not like the view before him? If given the chance, he knew they would fill his palms to overflowing. He moaned.
“You know the promise you made to be hands off?” Amelia asked.
Wraith cleared his throat. “Yeah?”
“I won’t hold you to it.”
Wraith wrapped his arms around her and flipped her to the bed. He knelt between her legs while tracing a finger against the soft flesh spilling from her bra. She arched her body up against him, before dragging her nails down his arms. With a sigh, Wraith bowed forward to taste from her neck, the swells of her breasts, between them, then stopping to suck against her through the laced material.
“Wraith…” She panted, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Please…”
“Tell me what you want.” He said, swirling his tongue over her fresh. “Take it.”
“You.” Amelia replied. “All of you.”
Wraith took great pleasure in her confession. The idea she became wanting, and heated because of him, for him, did some marvelously, hot things to his body. He slipped lower—down her body, dragging his tongue against her flesh. The cold in the room did nothing to him anymore. Having her hot and squirming for him did everything to keep him warm. He stripped her naked and spread her before his eyes. Wraith couldn’t believe how speechless he became. Watching the way she reacted to his touch, to his body drove him crazy.
When he finally tasted her, the wildness charging through him threatened to overwhelm him. Holding her thighs apart, he pleased her, using his tongue to kiss her in the most intimate way.
Amelia became the flower he so greedily fed from, catching her juices on his tongue while growling and licking for more. He toyed with her clit—sucking, licking, squeezing between his lips.
“Wraith!” She shouted and pushed at his shoulders. “I’m going to…”
She climaxed for him and Wraith couldn’t remember the last time having a woman fall apart because of his tongue made him feel so good. A shiver surged down his spine, his heart raced. He clutched her hips, holding her writhing body against his tongue.
“Baby!” She called before pulling on his hair.
“More.” He muttered, sliding his tongue into her. She melted hot and sweet for him, coated his nose and dripped down his chin. Wraith couldn’t get enough—didn’t want to get enough.
She fell apart again, this time digging her nails into his shoulders. The slight burn hardened his cock and send a roar out his mouth he never
thought was possible.
He gave her one final lick, swiped his tongue over his lips before sliding up her body to look into her eyes.
“Please.” Amelia whispered. “I need you.”
Wraith stepped away from the bed. He found a condom in his wallet and quickly read the packet. He’d had it so long, he prayed it wasn’t expired. He almost did a jig when he saw it had another year to go. Wraith dropped it on the bed beside Amelia.
“Wraith?”
“Hmm?”
“Get naked for me. I’d like to see your body.”
He eyed her. She’d spoken the last part of the sentence so softly, he wasn’t certain she’d said it. “What do you want? And this time, Hummingbird, I want you to say it like you mean it.”
“I want to see your body.” Her voice stronger now.
Wraith smiled at her and began peeling his t-shirt over his head.
Chapter 10
Amelia relaxed on the bed, watching Liam’s body come bare before her eyes. Every bit of it, was toned, hard, perfect. He turned his back and she was surprised to see angel wings tattooed from the center of his back and spanned his shoulders. How had she missed it before? Had she been so blind the first time she’d seen him topless?
Usually, she didn’t like such things but on Liam, it turned her on. A part of her felt ashamed of the sensations rushing through her. But as she watched more and more of his body come free just because she asked him to, Amelia silenced the voice by crooking her finger and motioning for him to come to her.
He crawled over her and kissed her forehead. Amelia sighed. It hadn’t been a fluke. Liam had a body to satisfy her. She dressed him in the condom after ripping the pack open with her teeth. Then, with a shaking hand, she aimed him for her entrance and looked up to meet his gaze.
“Yes or no.” Liam whispered, bowing to nibble at her neck.
Amelia sighed helplessly. “Call me Hummingbird…”
He licked his lips. “Hummingbird.”
She pushed her hip upward, using the huskiness of his voice rolling over her nickname to spur her on. It wasn’t hard. He said the one word and it made her even wetter than before.
“Yes.” Amelia tangled her arms around his neck and eased into him. “Yes. Anything, yes.”
Biting against his lip, she tugged as he sank into her. Amelia released his lip and arched into him. Though a scream was in her throat, for some reason it couldn’t come out. It got stuck in her throat then pushed back down to the tips of her toes. They curled in on themselves as she dragged her nails down his back, over the tattoo and down to his ass. He growled for her and she trembled.
At some point he rolled her over and she towered above him. Amelia braced her palms into his chest and rode him hard and fast to her climax. Weak and unable to think, Amelia slumped to Liam’s chest, panting hard. Catching her breath was almost impossible but somehow, she managed to suck enough air into her lungs to keep her brain going. Liam caressed her, stroke her arms while kissing her neck and her head.
Liam shifted. She moved her mouth over his as he worked his hips again. He slid between her walls, sliding hard and fast in and out. Amelia moaned into his mouth, drinking from his lips as their breaths mingled. When his arms tightened around her, she was stunned, not by his climax and how powerful it was, but the fact her body would shatter for him again.
“Amelia.” Liam panted. “You’re…” His words trailed off as his large body trembled against hers.
She smiled. For the first time since she knew what making love to a man was, Amelia had climaxed not once, or twice but she’d lost count.
“No regrets, Amelia.” Liam whispered.
She smiled and snuggled into his chest, with her head under his chin. “I’m getting there. You are a surprise to me.”
“How so?”
“I never thought you’d give in…damn, it sounds like I just raped you or something.”
Liam smiled. “You can’t rape the willing, Hummingbird. I had this—the truth is I don’t think I deserve you.”
Amelia inhaled deeply and rolled off him. Lying by his side, she took his hand and kissed the back then the front. “If we get out of this alive, you’re going to have to explain that to me.”
“I’ve done things in my life, Hummingbird. Things to make you ashamed. And I knew this going in. I understood. But for some reason, I couldn’t resist you. Case in point—I just had you and I want you again.”
“That’s a nice thing to say.”
He shifted to meet her gaze. “You don’t believe me.”
“No.”
Liam smirked, took her hand and brought it down to his cock. It was still covered with the condom, but he was aroused again.
Amelia blushed. “Round two Liam?”
“Hell yes.”
The trek through the streets of Omsk was nothing to cheer about. It rained lightly as the two ducked through traffic and the nightlife of the city. As they continued hurrying through the slush covered streets, Amelia couldn’t help but feeling as if she was following the Pied Piper to Narnia then to oblivion. Soon, they entered a club and Amelia clutched her purse tightly against her chest. “What are we doing here?” she questioned, close to Liam’s ear.
Liam wrapped an arm around her hips and pulled her into his chest. “Tex hooked me up with some stuff.” Liam replied against her ear.
“This is where your care package is?”
“Yeah.” Liam released her.
Amelia trembled, remembering the way he had held her the night before. Each of their love making sessions was hotter than the last and every time he looked at her since then, she could still see the darkness of his eyes when they erupted in flames during his orgasm. Clearing her throat, she hurried keep up with him. Instinctively she reached for his hand and to her surprise, Liam wrapped his long, talented fingers around hers. Amelia tried hiding a smile but knew she failed miserably.
Soon, Liam hurried up a few steps and entered a room. When the door closed, the music became nothing but a dull hum. Amelia was grateful but the large man who rose from where he had been sitting, made her heart race.
“Privet.” Liam greeted him.
To Amelia, he looked as though he had just tumbled out of bed and staggered into the club.
“You speak Russian better than the last time we spoke, my friend,” the man said in a hearty voice. “You must be the ghost everyone wants to exorcise.”
The man laughed and patted Liam on the back. Amelia simply stood there wondering what kind of good could come of this.
“And who is this ravishing beauty?” The man’s Russian accent was thick.
Amelia laughed.
“This is Hemmy’s daughter,” Liam replied. “Amelia, Igor Patrichenov.”
Igor took her hand in one of his large paws and bowed over her fingers. “A pleasure, I promise.”
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Amelia said with a smile.
“Hemmy always talked about his daughter.” Igor released her hand. “He never said anything about how beautiful she was. You look a lot like your mother.”
“You know my mom?”
“Da. Met her once when she came in here and tore a strip off poor Hemmy. A woman like her…” Igor sighed.
Amelia giggled. “You know, I think you would have taken care of her.”
“Da.” Igor’s eyes turned serious. “She was something special.”
“Thank you for that.”
Igor nodded. “I assume you are here for the gift Tex requested.”
Liam nodded.
Igor lumbered across the room and picked up a black bag from beside his sofa. He carried it back and placed it by Liam’s feet. “Everything you need should be inside. There is also a car waiting in the alley. Tex told me the ride you’re in is borrowed goods. You should not have any issues with the authorities.”
“Thank you, my friend,” Liam said. “What do you know about Vladimir Storogenko?”
“Not a whole deal.” Igor stopped to
pour them a drink.
Amelia declined.
Liam took a sip of his after clinking his glass to Igor’s.
“He was a low-level henchman a few years ago for Radnik Melora back in the day. After CSIS and MI5 came in and cleaned house, they went underground. Next thing I know, this fool comes back with his own crew.”
Liam’s shoulders rose and fell.
“He hasn’t done anything major,” Igor said. “I think this Lala business is just something to put a notch in his belt as you Americans say.”
“How do you know about the Lala?” Amelia asked.
Igor laughed, the same boisterous sound as before. “You are Hemmingway’s daughter. Why else would Wraith bring you here?”
Amelia chewed her lip.
“We should go.” Liam set his glass down and stood with Igor.
“I understand, my friend,” Igor said. “You be careful, neh? And if you need some extra muscles…” Igor flexed his massive arms. “I have plenty to spare.”
“I’ll remember. Repayment, same deal?”
“I was thinking I could visit you to get to know Ms. Amelia better.” Igor smiled.
“I’m already getting know, Amelia better.” Liam replied.
Her cheeks heated. Amelia knew precisely what he meant. Liam Snyder had just claimed her as his. Unable to hide her smile she turned to look out at the crowd.
“Well, drats.” Igor laughed. “Same deal then”
Liam laughed.
Amelia arched a brow. She wondered what they meant but didn’t ask.
After their goodbyes, Wraith and Amelia were making their way back through the crowded dance floor when a commotion caught his attention. He turned to his left to see men, dressed in black shoving roughly toward them. To his right, the same thing was happening. “Shit.” He muttered reaching back and grabbing Amelia’s hand.
He rammed his way through the crowd, people yelling at him, calling him every vile name in the Russian handbook of profanities. Wraith didn’t care. There was no way he could let these guys get their hands on Amelia. A man tried holding Wraith which only angered him further. He lashed out by pressing the fingers of his free hand together then slamming them into the man’s throat.
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