Her Rogue Russian(20)

 

Maybe this was the real reason she had come all the way out here today.

 

She felt his arm slip beneath her, finding the natural curve in her spine, forcing an arch in her back. His chest brushed against hers; she felt every lean line of him, all the way down to their joined pelvises. She felt the button on the crotch of his pants dig a half-moon into her skin as he forced his swelling need between her jean-clad legs.

 

She couldn't navigate this, couldn't think. His lips were on hers, and her mouth was moving, desperate to taste all of him, to incite more of the man's ready response. She had taken him by surprise before, in that moment stolen in the back hallway of Paint and Pint. She knew Maxim was an intuitive kisser, but his full prowess still eluded her. If only he'd give her a taste now … 

 

The Russian seemed all too willing to oblige her. He rolled his body once against her, hugging her so close that her breasts flattened between them. They ached to be touched, to be freed from the bondage of the sports bra, but Maxim's other hand was occupied with cradling the back of her head, pulling her to him even as he pushed back with his mouth. A single, unguarded moment, and he plunged his tongue inside her, invading her with a certainty that hadn't been there before.

 

Too close. They were too close, and this was too much. Every domineering inch of Maxim's frame, and the way her own body gave itself over eagerly to moving in time with his, struck an alarm bell in her head. He was the beast her first impression had warned her he was-he was a wolf in monochrome clothing, and he was more than willing to take full advantage of any opening she gave him. She wouldn't be surprised if he had a mind to take her right here, right now, without a care for clocking out or the fact that only a wall separated the two of them from his ex … 

 

"That's two now," Maxim murmured against her lips.

 

"What?" she asked breathlessly. For a wild moment, she thought the man had actually read her thoughts-he certainly felt close enough to. She couldn't comprehend what he was talking about. She couldn't even fully comprehend why they were talking, when they could be doing other things with their-

 

"Two times now that you've kissed me." Maxim eased back a little, but he didn't go far. He reclined on top of her like a sphinx guarding a riddle. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're abusing your position of power over me, Agent Casillero."

 

"Funny, it doesn't feel that way from where I'm lying," Savannah pointed out. Maxim's mouth flexed in an agreeable grin, and God, was he stunning when he looked at her that way … 

 

She needed to put a wall up. Fast. He was already lowering himself down again to claim her for a second round. Apparently, this time he was determined to be the aggressor, the provocateur, the one who dictated the start and finish, and Savannah had a feeling she knew exactly what sort of finish he had in mind. Her hands came between them at the last instant, pushing against his chest, holding off the lips that her body privately yearned for.

 

Maxim's grin died. Savannah watched the rapid-fire emotions manifest on his handsome face: hurt, doubt, frustration. Before frustration could give way to anger, she shoved him off her and sat up.

 

"This is …  I broke protocol," she apologized abruptly. It felt like a weak excuse, even to her own ears, something more native to a machine than a hot-blooded woman. "I can't do this with you. I'm sorry. I'm attracted to you, and that's it. That's all it can be."

 

"Well, I'm attracted to you too," Maxim growled impatiently. Savannah hated the way her eyes drifted to the man's groin, and the way that she didn't come away disappointed. She couldn't allow herself a lot of things in that moment, and a second look at Maxim's obvious erection was chief among them. She filed away certain information for later, determined to consider it only when she was alone. Unfortunately, the bulge in Maxim's pants was something he was going to have to deal with more immediately if he intended to go back to work that afternoon.

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

"Great. So, we're attracted to each other. It's out in the open," she said. "Now we can forget about it and focus on the mission."

 

"Maybe you can forget about a kiss like that, but I can't," Maxim stated. "There's more where that came from, and we both know it. There's no filing that information away. So, I propose we get it out of both our systems before it winds up boiling over at an inopportune moment."

 

Savannah scoffed as she hauled herself to her feet. She hunted around for her shirt, and instead found his. It would do. She wrestled it on, careless of the fact that she was leaving him with a fitted women's T-shirt that he probably couldn't even get his head through. "Well, I reject your proposal," she answered him. "I'm not going to sleep with some Russian lothario who I barely trust anyway."