I tell her thanks and am about to scoot into the booth when Valeri puts his hand on my waist and stops me, guiding me to the other seat before sliding in next to me instead of on the opposite side. He’s chosen the side that’s facing the rest of the pub so our backs aren’t to anyone, and he’s taken the aisle seat so I’m safely cocooned in the corner. I watch his eyes scan the crowd. Outwardly, he appears calm, but I know he’s taking in every detail of the place and watching the crowd for any signs of danger. Had he not just told me about the Bratva, I would’ve never known he was doing it.
“Are you always on high alert?”
When he’s satisfied with what he sees, he turns his face to mine. “Yes, especially when you’re with me.”
“Do you carry weapons and stuff?”
He laughs and slips his hand under the table, resting it on my thigh. “Yes, baby. Always.”
“How come I’ve never noticed?”
The wink he gives me has me sucking in a quick breath. “Because I didn’t want you to.” Noticing the hitch in my breathing, he smiles and hands me one of the menus. “Pick out what you want, baby. You haven’t eaten enough today.”
I smile at how overprotective he is and take the menu. I’m still studying it when the waitress comes over. She also eyes Valeri with obvious interest, but he doesn’t even glance at her. He’s too busy looking at me. God, a girl could get used to this.
We order a couple of cheeseburgers with fries, and when she leaves to get our drinks, Valeri cups my face and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s slow and sweet, and it leaves me wanting more. A few of the other tables are filled, but no one pays us any attention, especially with the way his body is hiding mine from view. Most of the crowd is at the bar where there are several TVs playing various sports. The crowd is a bit rowdy and loud, especially when someone scores a goal or fails to block one, but the place has a laidback feel to it that I like.
The waitress drops off our drinks, but Valeri never takes his eyes off mine. He hooks his hand under my knee and lifts my leg, hiking it over his so my thighs are spread. Dragging his fingers up my inner thigh, I grip the table and whisper his name while my eyes dart to the couple who’s being seated near us.
He squeezes my inner thigh. “Eyes on me,lapochka.” When I meet his green eyes, he smiles and says, “Good girl. Now unbutton your jeans for me and unzip them.”
“Valeri,” I whisper, my eyes darting away from his before he makes atsk-tsknoise at my disobedience. I quickly turn back to him, and the wicked grin he’s giving me has me quickly reaching for the button of my jeans. I watch him scoop out a small ice cube from his drink before putting it in his mouth. He sucks it clean and then pinches it between his fingers.
“Eyes on me,” he says again, bringing the ice cube to the top of my pants. I keep my eyes locked on his as he traces a line with the ice along the top of my panties before slowly dipping inside. His lips quirk up when he slides the ice lower before letting it go. The cool, wet cube slides down my pussy, landing right against my clit. He laughs at the sharp gasp I give. When I try to wiggle and bring my hand between my legs, he says, “Don’t you fucking dare. That stays right where it’s at, and when it melts, you’re getting another one.”
I’m about to argue, but I see the waitress coming towards us with our food, and the ice on my clit is making it damn near impossible to think about anything other than the stinging cold on my sensitive skin.
“Did you just take your eyes off me again, sweetheart?”
“Shit,” I whisper, making him laugh.
The waitress drops off our plates while Valeri keeps a hand firmly on my thigh and I try to keep my breathing even. My cheeks are burning hot and my clit is ice-fucking-cold. I avoid looking directly at the waitress, so she turns her focus to Valeri.
“Can I get you anything else?”
Valeri turns to me with a very amused grin. “Do you need anything else, baby?”
“No, I’m good.” I try like hell to appear normal and give the waitress a smile. “Thank you.”
She leaves a bottle of ketchup and walks off while I turn my eyes back to Valeri. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking cold!” I whisper-shout at him.
“I know, and you’re about to get another.” He sucks another ice cube clean and angles his body so I’m completely hidden before slipping his hand into my panties. This time he doesn’t just let it go. He keeps the ice pressed tightly between his fingers and my skin and slowly drags it lower. “Eyes on me,” he reminds me.
I lock onto the familiar green, almond-shaped eyes, using him as my anchor while he slides the ice lower and circles it around my clit. I gasp and grip the table, but I don’t break eye contact.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Fucking take it, sweetheart.” He presses the ice harder against me, and I can’t help but squirm beneath his ice-cold touch. It feels like too much, like I have no choice but to fight against it, but when he moves the ice just enough to run the pad of one finger over my poor abused clit, it sends a spark of pleasure through me that has my eyes widening and my mouth dropping open. The cocky smirk he gives me says it all. The man is way too fucking good with his hands. He keeps rimming me with the ice and occasionally brushing his finger over my clit until I’m panting and begging him with my eyes to end this torture. I rock my hips as best I can, trying to get myself off, but he knows what I’m doing and pinches my clit in warning.
“You think I should let you come now?” he asks, leaning closer and brushing the thumb of his other hand over my parted lips.
“Yes,” I whisper. “You definitely should.”
He smiles and swipes the ice over my bundle of nerves before replacing it with the pad of his finger. “Let’s see how quiet you can be while you come for me. Soak my hand, baby, and melt this ice with your hot little cunt.”
“Fuck,” I whimper as he works me harder, sliding his finger lower and dipping into my slit while keeping the ice cube pinned against my clit. The mix of sensations makes it hard to breathe. He runs his finger over my mouth, pushing past my lips.
“Suck me, sweetheart,” he groans.
Watching his green eyes, I run my tongue over his finger before slowly sucking it in. It’s not easy to tell with the dim lighting, but I see his pupils dilate, turning his eyes dark as his jaw tenses. He mirrors my movements, sliding his finger into my pussy at the same speed as I’m sucking him into my mouth. When both are buried inside me, he groans and works my pussy while I keep a tight grip on the finger in my mouth, trailing my tongue and teeth over him until his eyes are heavy-lidded and his breaths are coming faster.
