Time Stood Still (Volkov Bratva #3.5)(20)

The beaches of Sardinia were far more beautiful in person, their allure lost in translation with photographs.

Mishca had been below deck, but she could hear him walking back up. She shifted in his direction, using her hand to block out some of the sun as she smiled over at him. He was barefoot, wearing a pair of nautical themed board shorts, along with a straw fedora that really worked for him.

Thank God for this vacation.

“Are you going to tan, Mish?” She asked innocently, plucking a grape off the tray he was carrying with him, turning over on her stomach so she could see him better.

Mishca, in all his pale glory, glared up at the sun and shook his head. “I don’t tan.”

“Are you at least getting in the water then? I don’t want to get wet by myself.” Lauren realized what she said too late, rolling her eyes at his blooming smile. “I’m serious, Mish.”

“Sure, but in the mean time, I’ll enjoy the view.”

“You know,” Lauren said swinging her legs down. “I think we’re alone out here.”

Mishca lounged back in his chair, setting the tray to the side as he watched her, one corner of his mouth tugging up. His head canted to the side as he asked, “Are you trying to seduce me, Lauren?”

She hopped down, pulling at the strings of her bikini top as she took slow steps towards him. “Maybe.”

As her top fell away, and his gaze dropped from her face to her breasts, his next words came out as almost a whisper. “I’m already seduced.”

Usually that expression that he was wearing was playful, but now? She could practically feel the pulsing energy coming off of him. Grabbing his hand, she moved between his legs, using his fingers to trail down her sternum. He watched the descent, mumbling words in Russian that she didn’t bother to try and understand.

Though she felt like she was on fire, his skin was cool to the touch, leaving a cool but heated path down her stomach. At first he was compliant, just accepting her using him to tease herself, but he could only take so much.

He got to his feet, wrapping an arm around her waist as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck as he carried her down below the deck.

Dropping her on the bed, he immediately climbed over her, his hand sliding between her legs, slipping beneath the fabric that covered her.

His eyes roamed her face, waiting for her reaction before he dropped his lips to the curve of her neck, his tongue tracing over her flesh, his teeth grazing over her next.

Lauren felt like she was on fire as he slowly explored her like it was the first time all over again, like he didn’t know every single place on her body that made her come alive beneath him. By the time he found his way below her navel, she was a squirming mess, softly begging him to touch her more, give her more.

She had never thought that she could get this high off just his touch alone, and the moment his tongue traced over her opening, that groan of his breaking through his chest, she was done.

Within the confines of the boat, he let her scream out her release, her hands gripping fistfuls of the sheets on either side of her, but he wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot. Her cries seemed to spark something to life inside of him.

He pulled away, fisting himself, slowly stroking up and down, eyes on her spread thighs and the evidence of her arousal there. Mishca seemed mesmerized by the sight, like it was a place he was desperate to be.

After the orgasm he had just given her, she wouldn’t deny him anything.

Lauren moved to shaky knees, changing their positions so that Mishca was now on his back and she was the one on top. Replacing his hand with her own, she felt the pulsing throughout his length as she stroked him the way he liked, watching his expression change from hungry to something more heady.

“Now, Lauren.”

She rose above him, positioning him at her entrance before sinking down onto him, moaning in abandon at the way he fit almost perfectly.

It didn’t matter that she was the one on top, he was still in control.

His hands were at her hips, guiding her, easing her up and down in the rhythm he preferred. She could feel her orgasm building again, could feel it taking her over again, but Mishca wasn’t ready to give it to her just yet.

And they continued this dance, him getting her just to the brink before snatching her back, chuckling softly when she punched his shoulder.

“Izvolit’—Please.”

That one word and he finally put her out of her pleasurable misery. The moment she tipped over the edge, so did he, his thrusts slowing as he swelled inside of her, moments before he came, growling her name.

Lauren collapsed against his chest, feeling the sweat sticking to the both of them.

“I don’t want to move from this spot,” she murmured, tracing one of the stars on her chest. “I like it here.”

“I like you here.”

“Is this your idea of sucking up? Cause if it is, I’m all or it.”

“We could always stay on this boat,” Mishca suggested wryly, his satisfied grin growing. “I can think of a few more things we can do before we need to leave.”

“As tempting as that sounds,”—and it really was tempting—“I still want to swim.”

She could tell he would rather stay in bed with her, but he did honor her wishes, grabbing his own clothes before passing her her own.

When she eventually followed him back up the deck, she saw they were a good distance away from where they came, but closer to the cliffs that she had spied riding into the town. Mishca hadn’t noticed since he’d been the one driving, but on their way in, Lauren had caught sight of a few people around these parts,, climbing up only to jump back down. Back when she lived in Michigan, Lauren had only had the guts to jump off a cliff into the lake once, but only under the watchful eye of Ross. Now, she was more than excited to try it again.