“Alekzander? I need…I need…”
Love. Her. “You need me.”
“Yes. I need you.”
As a reward for her honesty, he tunneled his hand under the waist of her pants and pressed his searching fingers into the silky wetness that was the center of his universe. Finally. He was home.
“That. Yes.” As she gripped two handfuls of his shirt, she spread a little wider and scooted even closer. “So long I have waited for this.”
He scissored, catching her clit between his fingers.
“Oh…fuck,” she breathed shakily, eyes rolling as her head bumped back into the cupboard door.
Satisfaction roared through him. “Yes, angel. Get that dirty mouth going, because I’m back, and your pussy is going to celebrate that in a minute.”
His angelic little beauty did not curse. Until he was inside her. And, holy hell, he loved hearing the F-bombs fly because he knew that meant she was enjoying herself.
She pulled him in, clinging to him. Her open mouth slid across his cheek to latch onto the indent below his ear. The sucking sound she made blew. His. Fucking. Mind.
He started circling that sensitive spot at the top of what he could feel was her bare slit. Needed his mouth on her. “So wet. Soft. Get your legs open.” They jerked wider, and a waft of her scent slammed into his nostril. “Christ Almighty.” He pressed harder, went side to side, up and down. Wanted to go further back but then he’d sink in and never come out again.
“I need…oh, yes…no, not there…okay, harder, please…you are teasing…mmm, there…no…Alekzander, please.” Speaking half Russian half English, he didn’t think there was anything sexier than that hoarse rasp in her voice.
Okay. He stood corrected. The feel of her gripping the hair at his nape and smudging her lips over his jaw while bringing her other hand down to press on his fingers, trying to push them inside her, was the sexiest, neediest thing she’d ever done.
“Fuck, yes. Take from me.” She was becoming the greedy little lover he’d created. Right in his arms she was breaking out of that reserved shell to reveal the sensual creature he’d worshiped. She offered no apology for her need, and he would never have asked for one. “What is this desperation I’m sensing? Do you need me inside you, Sacha?”
“Alekzander!”
Her sharp tone sent a hot rush of fresh blood pouring into his groin. So painful. But he forgot about it when tremors shook her because, naturally, he gave in and fed two fingers into her pussy.
Tight. So fucking tight. Blistering hot. He moved in, retreated, moved in, deeper this time, and out he came but not all the way. He wanted to pull her off the counter and grind her through the goddamn floor when her inner muscles clamped down on him, clinging. The quiet mewl of pleasure that came from her had fire pounding through his veins, filling him up. His cock was seething with jealousy that his fingers were so privileged. In and out they went. In and out.
He had to get inside her. Needed that connection like he needed his next heartbeat.
His moan turned into a tortured groan when she kissed him again and got both her hands between them. She brushed over his erection, hammering at his control. As quick and as gentle as he was able, which wasn’t at all, he grabbed one wrist and then the other and slammed them above her head. Her mouth was torn from his as the cupboard door shook and dishes rattled.
“Stay.” In and out. In and out. He could hear her wetness. “Jesus Christ, my cock wants in. So fucking bad.”
“I…I…okay.” Her eyes flashed open, and she blinked rapidly as if she were confused and trying to come to her senses.
He didn’t give her a chance. He withdrew his fingers to the sound of her sharp cry, tore her off the counter, and swung her around to push her upper body over the small dinette.
“Get your hands to the edge and hang on.” Her arms shot out, and she clamped onto the sides of the table. He caressed his way up her ribs, taking her shirt along for the ride. As her firm, creamy skin was exposed, he knew there was no turning back. “I’m going to fuck my pussy now, Sacha.”
She shook like a leaf as she nodded and looked at him over her shoulder with anticipation blazing from her. Her hair had fallen over one eye, and a strand was caught between her lips. He was torn open by that look. Exposed and as vulnerable as a man could be.
Regardless what she’d done, she fucking owned him.
Needing to take back some control, he stole it from her body by squatting, whipping her pants down, and sealing his mouth to her lush core.
♦ ♦ ♦
Sacha’s strangled cry echoed in her ears as she gripped the table tighter. She hadn’t meant to take it this far. Her need to soothe him, to take that panicked look out of Alekzander’s eyes, was what had driven her to bring his attention from thoughts of losing her and the baby to something he could control. Something carnal and entirely physical. But this wasn’t entirely physical because it was them.