"No," I wheeze, "we had a really hot waiter at our table tonight."
He laughs and then punishes me for my audacity by biting my nipple again and tugging it slightly harder than is comfortable."Let me see if I can make you forget that hot waiter," he says. Sliding his finger over my clit, he circles it lightly before growling with impatience and ripping my underwear clean off. They do that in the trashy romances I've always loved to read, but I never knew men did that in real life. Even though it left a red mark on my hip, I don't mind at all.
"That's better," he says, rising now to watch my face as he slides a finger inside me and then another, growling as I instinctively clamp down on them. "Aren't you a treasure," he whispers darkly, moving his thumb to circle my clit again. "So snug." His fingers curve, pressing against that spot inside me, scraping it very slightly with one fingernail…
And I come. Instantly, embarrassingly, needily coming, and he buries my shriek in his kiss.
I'm a medical professional. I know the names for all of the spots inside me, the nerve endings, how the nerves respond to stimuli, but none of those clinical things seem to relate to what is happening to me now. The heat and hardness of his fingers, the sense that he has struck a match and something is kindling inside me for the first time. Something I've never felt before, that really doesn't give a damn whether I'm ready for it or not because when he adds another finger, I can feel another orgasm threatening to crash over me.
He's watching my face intently and at any other time I would be embarrassed, it would pull me out of the moment and I would cover my face with my hands, but instead, I stare back. I'm mesmerized by his icy blue gaze, the slow curve of his smile, and the feel of his fingers inside me. Soft at first, then plunging harder. I'membarrassinglywet now, my thighs are slick, and when we both look down, he gives that guttural chuckle again.
"I'm wet to the wrist," he says, kissing me. He pulls his fingers from my channel and I'm humiliated by the shrill whine of protest that comes from the back of my throat. I watch, helpless as he licks his fingers. His cuff is soaked from me, his wrist shiny with my slick. "I knew you would taste this way," he groans. "So sweet.
In seconds, his face is down between my legs and his shoulders are pushing my thighs even wider until my tendons strain, his hands gripping my knees tight as his tongue circles around my clit over. Maddening little twirls that are meant to torture me and offer no relief as my poor clitoris throbs, the entire bottom half of me, needy, and desperate and hot.
When he finally puts his mouth on me and sucks, my hands go into my own hair, pulling on it, trying to ground myself and trying not to fly away, floating, mindless. His five o'clock shadow prickles, and he adds to it by rubbing his stubbly chin against my opening and it's too much, too sensitive, too everything. When he pinches my clit, it's all over and I shriek up at the tall, shadowed ceiling above us, feeling like there's a thousand pieces of me flung across this room and I'm not sure I know how to put them all back together in the same way.
I'm not sure I want to. I feel different, like someone else and it's not as scary as I would have thought.
Chapter Eighteen
In which a bad back is worth a night of cuddling and breakfast is a non-murderable meal.
Dmitri…
My back is fucking killing me.
I'm lying on the couch, Ava a comforting weight on top of me, and I put my arm under my head, watching the shadows move on the ceiling. The couch is comfortable for everyday use, but apparently I've never slept on it.
Every muscle twinge will be worth it, because once Ava fell asleep, she didn't move once. No whimpering, or soft weeping, no shudders, or moans. Silence, instead of what I've heard from her every night that she's been here.
She's sleeping soundly. Her hand has slipped under my unbuttoned tuxedo shirt and is resting against my chest. I have to shift my hips slightly because my dick isn't getting the message that he's not getting any tonight.
Every other part of me wants to be joining in on the torture that Roman is currently inflicting on our captive. But I'm not moving from this spot where she is finally sleeping soundly, finally at peace.
Tomorrow, I think, shifting position very slowly and carefully on the couch. I'll be getting some answers from him tomorrow.
***
"I've been pinning you down all night, haven't I?" A croaky little voice comes from somewhere around my chest as I wake up.
"Good morning, Little Magpie," I say, kissing the top of her head. Her eyes come up to meet mine, and I wait to see if she'll pull away. Will it be from regret? Embarrassment? Instead, she stretches one leg, and the other, and then her arms, rotating her shoulders, which unfortunately just presses her breasts into my chest and makes the erection that refused to go down all goddamned night harden hopefully again. I know she feels it against her thigh, but aside from a slight flush on her cheek she doesn't react.
"Sorry that I trapped you on this couch," she says. "You probably would've liked to have slept in your own bed."
"I'm exactly where I want to be," I say calmly. "How do you feel today? How are your wrists?"
She frowns for a moment, thinking about it. "They're sore, but nothing too terrible." She gives me a very slightly salacious smile, which is going to make the skin peel off my dick if it gets any harder. "Surprisingly, there are no aches and pains for the rest of me either."
I grin. I know it's filthy, but I can't stop myself. "Orgasms give one hell of an endorphin rush."
She buries her face in my chest for a moment before forcing herself to look up again. "Can I make you breakfast? I'm limited to possibly three or four dishes, but I have found breakfast is the one meal I can't seem to murder."
Chuckling, I sit up, easily lifting her off me. "Would you like to have a shower with me first?"
"I think perhaps we should shower separately," she says primly.
"A shame." My hands linger on her waist, before reluctantly releasing her as we head for our respective rooms.
