Sweetest Surrender (12 page)

When he finally answered, his words stunned her. “I don’t deserve you.”

She couldn’t imagine why he would think that. “You’re the sweetest, sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

Frowning, he shook his head. “I’ve killed before, Angel. With my hands, with weapons, whatever got the job done.” He let his hands fall from her hips, as if preparing for her to slide off him. The expression in his blue eyes was so remote it clawed at her.

She didn’t want anything between them. She was going to stay in Vegas and fight to get her life back. That included having Vadim in it. All of him. If he’d killed, she knew it had been in the military and that he’d been doing his job. Vadim wasn’t the type of man to relish hurting anyone. She saw that in him every time they were together. If he wanted to tell her more, he could, but she wouldn’t push. And if that was the only thing that had held him back from her…She reached for the hem of her sweater and lifted it off. Before it had cleared her head she heard Vadim’s gasp, felt his hips roll against hers. By the time she’d pulled it fully off, his hands cupped her breasts greedily.

The feel of his rough calluses against her sensitive skin had her arching her back into his hold. Her bra was basically scraps of lace, the thin black material showing him everything, including her pale pink nipples. He groaned again and dipped his head to one of her breasts. He didn’t even bother to take her bra off, just shoved the cup down as if he couldn’t wait a minute longer and sucked her tight bud into his mouth.

She slid her hands into his hair, needing to hold him.

“Are they how you fantasized?” she whispered shyly.

“Better,” he rasped. “Tighter. Pinker.” He clamped down on one with his teeth, lashing his tongue over the tip of it, the erotic action making her inner walls clench and her clit pulse. She arched her back, letting him take more of her. He cradled her other breast, tugging that cup down as well.

His impatience was so out of character for what she knew of him that it made her even hotter. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and let it fall loose. He shuddered as he slightly pulled back and tugged the material down her arms. When he went to tease her with his mouth again, she pushed against his shoulders, sliding off the chair so that she was on her knees in front of him. She wanted to drive him crazy, and she was so eager to touch him she was practically shaking with the need. Without pause she took off his socks and shoes.

She could see the hesitancy in his eyes and knew it was because he’d be giving up control. And she was going to make sure that he did. Well, as long as he would let her. She knew he’d never give it up completely. Reaching for the top of his slacks, she freed the button and zipper and pulled his pants down. She only brought them to his knees though, not wanting to give him more mobility.

He quickly tore his sweater off and his breathing grew even more ragged when she reached for the band of his boxer briefs. The outline of his thick cock was enough to make her entire body tingle in anticipation. He slid a hand into her hair, cupping her head ever so lightly and for a moment she thought he’d stop her.

“I’ve been wondering if you were a boxer’s man.” She liked the briefs better than straight boxers. They molded to his muscular thighs and outlined his thick cock, teasing her.

When she tugged the band down over his hard length, he shuddered again, his grip on her head tightening. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone, even before she’d gone on the run, and she wanted to savor every second of this time with him. Her own breathing increased as she took in the sight of him. The man was huge, something she’d guessed from feeling his erection pressed against her abdomen before, but he was even better than her imagination. Heat flooded between her legs at just the sight of him. Not that the sight of any man would do this to her. Only Vadim.

“You are too,” she murmured, more to herself than him.

“What?” His voice was rough with confusion.

“Better than my fantasies.” She was unable to take her eyes off him.

The man had starred in so many of her fantasies the past five months and now she could touch him all she wanted. She didn’t have to stroke herself to orgasm while imagining it was him. This time she’d come with him buried deep inside her and she couldn’t wait.

Not wanting to waste another second, she took his thick length in her hand. He pulsed in her grip, his hips jerking upward, and he made the most delicious strangled sound. She stroked upward once, earning a shuddering tremble from him. She rubbed her cheek against his cock and Vadim made another strangled sound she felt all the way between her legs. She was already so wet for him it was embarrassing. It was such a turn on that she was making this tightly wound man lose it.

“You like teasing,” he rasped out, the words sounding like an accusation.

With her head bent, her hair covering part of her face, she grinned. “Very much.” Before he could respond, she moved upward and flicked her tongue across the small slit on the head of his cock. The taste of his pre-come was slightly salty.

She moaned against him, taking him past her lips. She flicked and teased the crown, feeling empowered each time his fingers clenched in her hair. When he eventually dropped his hand, disappointment surged through her until she realized why. As she licked him from the base of his thick length to the head, she saw that he was gripping the sides of the chair in a death grip, his knuckles white against his tanned skin.

When she went to take him in her mouth again, he grabbed her shoulders. “No.” The guttural word made her head snap up. Why was he stopping her? His eyes glittered like pale blue diamonds as he shook his head. “Not in your mouth this time.”

She flicked her tongue over her lips, moistening them and teasing him. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he took a deep breath. When he met her gaze again she could see that he was in control. A shot of excitement pulsed through her.

His jaw tightened as he shoved his pants and boxer briefs the rest of the way off. When he stood, completely naked, she stared in awe at his beautiful body. The man was ripped and lean. Clearly he didn’t spend all his time behind a desk. Before she could fully stand, he hauled her up and lifted her into his arms.

“Vadim—”

He stopped her with a searing kiss even as she felt him walking them from his office. Moments later he stood in the open doorway of his bedroom. Luckily Charlie was nowhere in sight. Striding inside, Vadim kicked the door shut with one foot and didn’t stop until he’d reached the foot of his bed.

When he placed her on the end, kneeling in front of her, his thick cock curving upward in the most erotic display, she couldn’t help the nerves that took hold. She’d had exactly two boyfriends in college and they’d been more or less boys. Nothing like Vadim. Hell, there was no one like Vadim anyway.

He must have sensed her nervousness because he stilled, still kneeling between her slightly spread legs. It didn’t matter that he was on the floor, this man was totally in control and they both knew it. “What is it,
milaya moya
?” His voice dropped an octave, making her toes curl.

She might not understand what he said, but she could read that seductive tone and whatever he’d called her was an endearment. She started to tell him nothing, but knew he’d see through her. “I don’t have much experience and I don’t want to be disappointing.” Damn, why did her voice have to shake? The thought of him finding her lacking shredded her.

The room was fairly dim, except for the outside light of the moon and stars shining through one of the windows, but she could see his expression clearly. He looked fierce and a little intimidating as he leaned forward and captured her mouth with his, his kisses surprisingly sweet and gentle.

As he ran a palm up her bare back, he started feathering kisses along her jaw. “You could never disappoint me,
angel moya
.”

Her nipples tightened at the endearment. One she actually knew.
Angel mine.
When he nipped her earlobe between his teeth, pressing hard enough that she jumped, she slid her hands over his shoulders, letting her fingers dance over his muscles.

She could spend hours just touching him, stroking him, learning everything about him. As his head dipped lower, his lips moving over her breasts, he freed the button of her jeans, sliding her pants off. She hadn’t bothered with panties because she’d hoped this would happen tonight.

He sucked in a ragged breath as he pulled them free of her feet. Before she could blink, he’d buried his face between her legs. No teasing like she thought he’d do, he just went straight for her clit.

The sensation was deliciously jarring. She was already wet, but hadn’t been ready for the intimate contact. His tongue stroked against her clit in a determined rhythm, insistent and merciless.

She fell back against the bed, spreading her thighs for him. When she did, he made a growling sound against her spread lips, the vibration moving through her, making her nipples bead even tighter.

When he lifted his head, her entire body jerked, mourning the loss of that wicked mouth. “Touch yourself,” he demanded before returning to her clit.

She knew what he meant, but the thought of touching herself in front of him—even while he was buried between her legs—made her face heat up. Before she could move, he reached up with one of his hands, took the hand she’d threaded through his short hair and moved it up to one of her breasts.

Shoving her insecurities away, she cupped both her breasts and started stroking her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as Vadim continued to pleasure her. His tongue was positively wicked, flicking and circling against her clit with the most intense pressure.

She felt as if she was walking on a tightrope and any second she’d fall off, her orgasm surging through her. She was so close to finding her release but she needed more, needed to feel his fingers inside her.

“Put your fingers in me,” she whispered.

He groaned against her, immediately complying, first with one, then two, stretching her with his thick digits. She bucked against his fingers as her body raced toward climax. He pushed in and out of her in a shaky rhythm, as if he wasn’t quite in control, his fingers stroking against her sensitive flesh, his tongue just as fervent, when she suddenly fell over the edge.

Pleasure punched to all her nerve endings in one simultaneous shot, making her back arch as she dropped her hands from her breasts. He continued thrusting his fingers inside her.

“Vadim.” It was all she could manage to gasp out as her orgasm seemed to go on forever, battering against her senses with no reprieve until she collapsed against the bed, her legs hanging limply off the edge.

Blinking up at the ceiling, she smiled as Vadim started kissing his way up her belly, all the while murmuring Russian words she didn’t understand. His fingers were still inside her when he reached her mouth.

The satisfied look in his eyes stunned her because he was that happy she’d come. As if her pleasure was all that mattered. Her previous boyfriends had never looked at her like that. No one had.

“Taste yourself,” he murmured in that dark way of his before he brushed his mouth over hers.

She felt her face flush as her tongue danced against his. Tasting her own release was oddly erotic. Reaching between them, she went to grasp his cock when he pulled back.

“One second,” he said, his expression tight.

She didn’t understand what he meant until he rolled off her and opened one of the drawers in his nightstand. Condoms, of course.

Thankfully one of them was thinking clearly. Even though she wanted to feel him inside her bare, it wasn’t worth the risk when she wasn’t on birth control.

She crawled up the bed, watching as he moved with impressive efficiency, tearing open the new box—the fact that it was new made her stupidly happy. When he pulled out a condom, she snagged it from him.

He turned, watching her with those pale, hungry eyes then knelt in front of her. She cursed her shaking hands as she ripped the packet open, but eventually got it free. Before she could roll it on him, he took it.

“I need inside you.” His guttural words, the way his own hand shook, melted her as he rolled the condom over his thick length.

From what she knew about Vadim, she had no doubt he’d want to be on top, to be the one in control, so she laid back against the soft bed, excited for him to show her his more dominant nature. His comforter and sheets were silky and had a cooling effect against her skin even while her entire body hummed with a burning urgency.

“You are so beautiful, more than I ever imagined,” Vadim murmured before moving on top of her.

Even though he had to know how wet she was, he slid a finger inside her, testing her. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back for a moment, his body shuddering. In the moonlight, his body looked even more…savage.

It was the first word that popped into her head. Kneeling in between her legs, he looked as if he’d been cut from stone, each ridge, line, and striation perfection. And begging for her touch. She started to sit up, eager to stroke him when he withdrew his finger and pushed his erection inside her in one long stroke.

He filled her, her inner walls stretching and molding around him even as she gasped at the intrusion. Her back arched at the feel of him pushing deeper. She reached for him, needing that contact. His expression was so open, so vulnerable as he started pumping inside her. He leaned down on his forearms, caging her in as he caught her gaze, pinning her in place.