Moving Target (Target #3)(20)

“We will talk about this later.” Dima turns his attention to his cousin. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem. Besides, this makes us even.”

“Let’s go.”

“Nice meeting you, Chloe,” Morgan calls out.

“You too. Sorry about the whole bathroom thing.”

“No problem.” She blows me a kiss before Benjamin grabs her up in a hug.

“I told you to stay put,” Benjamin all but growls. “You could have been hurt.”

“I know. It won’t happen again.”

“Bullshit.”

She giggles, and then I hear him laugh along with her.

“Is that a family trait or something?” I ask as Dima and we head back in the direction of the hotel.

“To be worried over a woman who cannot possibly defend herself? Absolutely.”

“I know how to—”

“Not another word, Chloe. I’m holding on by a thread.”

Because I don’t like courting danger and I can tell that he is, in fact, done with my running away, I keep my mouth shut the entire way back.

But as soon as the door closes, he pushes me against it and slants his mouth over mine, capturing my lips in a scorching hot kiss.

“You have to stop running from me.”

“You can’t blame me for trying.”

“No more trying. Stay with me, dushka.” He falls to his knees and unbuttons my jeans, yanking them down to my thighs. Sliding my panties down, he buries his face between my legs.

When his tongue hits my clit, I grab his head and hold him there. My nails dig into his scalp while he eats me out. He works two fingers inside of me, nipping at my swollen clit.

“You taste so fucking good, just like I remember,” he says, pulling back and looking up at me. His lips are shiny, and a ghost of a smile covers his face before he dives in again.

In no time at all, I’m coming all over his tongue, screaming his name until my entire body is shaking.

“Stop,” I whisper. “Please. I can’t take anymore.”

“My poor kitten,” he croons at me. I wonder if he thinks giving me an orgasm will make me more compliant. “There is dirt on your face. Let me wash you.”

My knees are practically nonexistent when he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom, cutting on the water.

“Kiss me while the water warms,” he murmurs, and I eagerly comply. Desire and lust build, need twining with them until I’m writhing in his arms. I tear at his clothes until he has to put me down.

When we’re both nude and the condom is rolled on, he pulls me into the shower. His hands on my face, his lips seeking mine. So gently, he touches me.

He lifts me into the air, my back hitting the warm tiles. “Spread your legs, love. I need to be inside you.”

I reach between us, gripping his cock and rubbing it against me over and over, until he growls.

“Enough.”

“It’s been a while,” I admit as he positions himself.

His green gaze looks at me in sympathy, but then lust overtakes it, making his pupils grow. “I will take care of you.” He works the head inside of me, and I swear he feels bigger than before. Inch by erotic inch, he slides inside of me. I gasp at the fullness. At the way he stretches me. My muscles pinch as I try to accommodate his girth and length.

“So good,” I whisper. “I’ve been empty for so long, Dima. So long.”

He grabs my chin. “Not anymore. I will fill you up. I will see to your every need. My woman will want for nothing.”

He thrusts hard, and I cry out. Even as he begins to move in long, sure strokes, he’s trying to soothe me. Telling me how beautiful I look on his cock, how pretty my pussy is while it squeezes him.

“So greedy for it.”

“For you.”

“I’ll give you more.” His eyes glimmer with dark humor. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please give me more of your cock.”

He groans, his hips shoving against me, sending him deeper than ever. Ripples of the beginning of an orgasm start.

“That’s right. Squeeze me tight. Be a greedy girl.” He pounds into me, gripping my thighs. “Show me how good you can take my cock. Show me how deep.”

Letting go of him, I rub my clit, and he smiles.

“Keep going. Come all over my cock, dushka. Milk it.”

His dirty words make me go faster, make me reach for an orgasm that I know will be one of the best I’ve ever had. It’s always like that with him.

Always.

The connection between us, sexual and emotional, is hard to ignore, so I embrace it.

“You’re so deep inside me. So big. I want your cock in my mouth next time. I want you to come down my throat and—” I start to come, and he joins me, his thrusts wild and deep.

I’m drowning in pleasure as I rub myself, prolonging my orgasm. For so long, it was only my hand or a vibrator doing this, but now I have a real, live man between my legs… I don’t want it to end.

And it’s not just because it’s a man with a real cock. I can get that anywhere. It’s because it’s Dima.

“My woman,” he groans.

“Yours,” I say. At this point, I’ll agree to anything if it means he’ll keep moving. My orgasm goes on and on, and when my hand falls away, he takes over, bringing me yet to another one.