Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security Series) (Volume 13) (17 page)

When she pushed up from the bed, his hopes withered into nothing. She was going to tell him to leave. He prepared for the blow, for her to tell him that it wasn’t happening.

Until she stripped the T-shirt over her head, revealing the body he’d been fantasizing about since the first night he’d seen her.

His cock shoved at his pants as she dropped the shirt to the ground. He devoured her with his eyes, afraid to touch her.

Her breathing was erratic and the pulse point in her neck was going crazy. Long, blonde hair cascaded around full breasts he wanted to cup, kiss, stroke. They rose and fell, her pink nipples already hard. Her slender waist flared into full hips and her pussy was covered by a thin scrap of black, lacy material she would soon be losing.

He swallowed hard, met her gaze as he stood. A good man would probably tell her they didn’t need to do anything tonight. She’d been through a hell of a lot in the past few hours and despite what she’d said, he knew he didn’t deserve her.

But it was already too late for that. There was no way he was walking away from her.

He cupped her cheek and realized his hand was trembling. If anyone could fuck him up, it was her. He’d looked down the barrel of a gun before with a certainty he was going to die and hadn’t felt a sliver of the fear he did now.

Well, more than the fear that he’d screw things up—or that she’d eventually walk out on him when she realized she could do better.

Even with all that jumbled in his head, he’d never been so turned on in his life.

He’d never had slow or sweet sex, wasn’t even sure he could. Even with his ex, the one person he’d thought had loved him, it had been rough and hard. He didn’t want that with Dominique.

“Tell me if you don’t like something and we’ll stop. Promise me.” He growled the words, needing to hear her say yes before he completely lost himself in her.

She just gave him a sensual smile and pressed her body to his, standing up on tiptoe to kiss him.

He let go of everything in that moment. He trusted that she’d tell him if they went too far. He covered her mouth with his, cupping her cheek with one hand and gripping her hip in the other. The thin strap of her panties was the only thing between his hand and completely bare skin.

That was going to change now.

Moving quickly, he grasped her ass and lifted her onto the bed. She stretched out on her back, her stomach muscles pulled tight as he crawled over her, caging her in. He was ready to devour every inch of her.

He might not know anything about being with a virgin, but he knew she’d need to be ready for him. Which meant his clothes were staying on until she’d come. He wanted to pleasure her first, to bring her to climax with his mouth before he even got undressed. He’d prove to her that this was about more than just fucking.

“I don’t know where to start,” he murmured, meeting her gaze. “I want to kiss all of you at the same time.”

It must have been the right thing to say because she half-smiled and pushed out a breath as she stroked her hands over his chest. Which was unfortunately still covered.

He wanted to feel her skin to skin but that would happen soon enough. Reaching between their bodies, he barely cupped her covered mound. “Would you like it if I kissed you here?”

Her dark eyes dilated and her cheeks flushed as she made a moaning sound that could have been a yes. That was good enough for him.

Though he wanted to simply bury himself inside her, he forced himself to go slow, to savor this—for both of them. He wanted to work her up to sex, to make sure tonight was all about her.

He was so used to taking charge in the bedroom, to getting exactly what he wanted, that this was virgin territory for him too. With Dominique, she was in control of him even if she didn’t know it.

He covered her mouth again, kissed her until she was arching underneath him, her body plastered to his. He’d never had this before, this slow sweetness of just kissing. He loved the almost shy way her tongue flicked against his even as her fingers dug into his back with force, telling him she wanted him exactly where he was. On top of her.

She was soft and slender beneath him, the complete opposite of him and he loved it.

Driven with the need to stroke his tongue against her pussy, he somehow tore his mouth from hers, feathering kisses along her jaw and down the long, elegant column of her neck. Everything about her was elegant, right down to her slender fingers.

She slid them against his scalp, through his closely cropped hair as he moved lower, lower, lower… She moaned as he sucked on a taut nipple.

He lifted his head, watching her reaction. Everything about her was real, right down to her sensual moans. He loved that none of this was scripted, that she was truly enjoying herself. He sucked just a little harder, wanting to see what her reaction would be. He wasn’t sure how much experience she had at all so he needed this to be memorable for her.

“Viktor…” Her fingers tightened as she arched her back, trying to shove herself deeper in his mouth.

He groaned against her soft skin, gently palmed her other full breast. She was like the sweetest offering, a dessert he wanted to savor all night. His first time had been with an escort even if he hadn’t known it. This was nothing like that. This was…heaven.

His cock was heavy between his legs, aching to fill her body.

But he couldn’t screw this up. He needed her wet and begging for him, so turned on that the bite of pain when he entered her wouldn’t matter. He had no clue how much it would hurt—he just had to make this good for her and hope it minimized her discomfort later.

Taking him by surprise, she shoved at his head. “You’re killing me,” she rasped out. Her body writhed under his in the most sensual way, her legs clenching around his waist, her grip tight.

She was basically rubbing herself against him, looking for a release—one he was going to give her with his mouth, fingers, cock.

He moved down to her belly, layered more kisses along the flat plane of her stomach as she lifted her hips, silently begging him for more.

She might be a virgin but she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He wondered if she’d ever had someone go down on her, but didn’t want to ask for a multitude of reasons. This time was just about them.

Crouched between her legs, he kept his gaze pinned to hers as he hooked his finger in her panties and began dragging them down her smooth, tanned legs. She had fine, pale blonde hair on her mound. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded. “Say the words.” Because he needed to hear them. Some primal part of him wanted her to spell it out.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Kiss me.”

“Where?” He wasn’t sure why he was pushing, but he wanted to hear the word on her lips. He’d push her more, later, once she was ready. For now, he just wanted to hear—

“My pussy.” She whispered the words, as if someone might overhear.

He jerked at hearing the words roll off her tongue, wanted to capture her mouth again and plunge right into her, but first…

He inhaled her sweet scent as he ran a finger down her slick folds. She was soaked, and the knowledge did something primal to him. She made him feel like a fucking caveman with the need to claim her, to make sure everyone knew that this sensual woman was his.

Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over the tiny bud already swollen and peeking out from her folds.

She jerked against him, a shudder racking her.

“So sensitive,” he murmured before teasing her with his tongue again, this time with more pressure.

Her hips rolled against his face as he continued kissing and licking her clit. The moaning sounds she made were the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. She wasn’t acting. This wasn’t a show for him. This was her completely enjoying herself. Her fingers dug into his head and he savored the nip of pain.

When he finally slid a finger inside her, he shuddered at her slickness. She was so damn reactive and this was all for him. He knew he shouldn’t care that she’d never been with anyone, and if she had, he wouldn’t have given a shit. But to know he was going to be her first made him crazy.

Made him feel honored in a way he was certain he didn’t deserve.

But he could be the right man for her. That he knew with a bone-deep certainty. He could give her everything she wanted, take care of her, keep her safe. He knew that no one was entirely safe but he’d make damn sure she had the best of everything.

As he slid another finger into her, she groaned. “Viktor, more. Please.” The sweet way she begged made him crazy.

He decided to stop teasing. She was so wet she’d be able to take him fully. But he needed her to come first. She had to have pleasure before that pain. He wouldn’t allow anything else.

Increasing the pressure of his tongue, he circled her pulsing clit, relished the way she writhed against his face, her cries growing louder as he teased her. He moved his fingers in and out of her, her tight sheath clenching around his fingers quicker and quicker.

She was close.

He needed her to come. Needed it so bad he was practically shaking.

“Oh… Oh, Viktor…” Her back arched and she dropped her hands from his head, clenching those fingers—the ones he’d imagined wrapped around his cock too many times—into the covers.

He tweaked her clit with just a little more pressure. She was so close. Her inner walls tightened around him faster and faster and he knew the exact moment before she was about to fall over the edge.

Her entire body tightened right before she cried out and let go. His fingers grew even slicker as she found her release. He savored the little ripples of her tight pussy as she reached orgasm.

Lifting his head, he watched her ride through it. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks and chest flushed pink as she continued coming. Eventually she stilled against the covers, her breathing erratic as she opened her eyes to look at him.

Her lips curved up in a sensual smile of pure bliss, looking thoroughly satisfied. “That was amazing,” she murmured, instantly reaching for him.

The way she moved for him, her arms outstretched, made his heart swell until he felt it would explode.

He stripped off his shirt and pants, getting undressed in record time. He grabbed a condom from his pocket but she frowned at it and sat up as he crawled back into the bed.

He was rock hard, his cock jutting out so thick and heavy that for the first time in his life he wished he was a little smaller.

She took the condom from him and tossed it away as she grasped his hard length. “I’m on the pill and I don’t want a barrier between us the first time.”

He couldn’t believe she was putting that much faith in him. The fact that she was made him realize that this was a woman he could trust, a woman he was never letting go.

He looked down between their bodies. Watched, mesmerized, as she stroked him oh-so-slowly. Way too gentle for what he normally preferred, but just having her hand on him, he was pretty sure he could come right there if she continued.

He didn’t respond about the condom. If she didn’t want one, he trusted her to be on the pill. The truth was, he wanted to be inside her bare too. Even the thought was almost too much for the last shred of his control.

Crushing his mouth to hers, he covered her body with his. He grasped her wrist, pulled her hand away from his cock because no way was he coming in her hand. Not this first time.

He’d never wanted a woman like this. Ever. He felt fucking possessed as he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly slid inside her inch by inch. He pulled back just a little so he could see her face, could make sure he wasn’t hurting her. Her dark eyes were dilated as he moved into her, her breathing erratic and the pleasure in her gaze crystal clear. She was slick and so tight it took all his control to do this right.

Which was hard when his balls were pulled up tight and all he wanted to do was empty himself inside her. Especially after she’d said she wanted him inside her with no barrier.

Yeah, this woman was his. In a way he hadn’t fully comprehended until now. He knew that having her in his life would give him a weakness he’d never had before.

But letting her go wasn’t an option. He couldn’t live in a world with her and not have her in his life.
Nope. Not happening.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her swollen lips. The words came out guttural as he held back the urge to slam into her.

She sucked in a breath, her eyes glazed over with passion as he gave the final push inside her. There was a slight resistance that gave way before he was buried fully inside her.

Her inner walls tightened around him but he didn’t move, just watched her carefully, heart pounding. “Is this okay?”

Her lips curved up ever so slightly, her breathing uneven as she nodded. “It’s different. I feel very full but…no pain. Promise,” she whispered.

The truth in her eyes was clear so he pulled back slowly, gritting his teeth at how good she felt, how tight.

Everything about this moment was so intimate. He wanted to look away, felt too vulnerable as she stared up at him, but he couldn’t. This was more than sex to him. More than he could put into words.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to. Being with her like this had ripped him in two so that he felt like a different person. A better person with her.

She stroked her fingers down his back as he thrust in and out of her. The sensation of being inside her was too much and not enough. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.

She was an addiction he was more than glad to succumb to.

He wasn’t sure if she’d be able to have a second orgasm, but he was damn sure going to try. Slowing down his thrusts, he reached between their bodies and tweaked her clit, rubbing with enough pressure he knew she’d like it.

She jerked against him, sucking in a sharp breath as her inner walls started rippling around him. He felt her climax start to build almost immediately, could hear it in the way her breathing grew erratic and out of control.

When she reached down and grabbed his ass, digging her fingers into him in a purely possessive way as she cried out his name, he let go. There was nothing else to do.