So Over You (Chicago Rebels #2)(45)

“I know what you’re thinking, Bella.” Those crystalline blue eyes held hers captive, his expression grave.

“I doubt it.”

“You’re thinking that there is a lot of pressure here.” He applied a different sort of pressure with one finger, then two inside her. She accommodated the stretch by arching into the exquisite pleasure.

“There—there is. And I’m worried I’ve set us up to fail.”

His mouth descended onto hers, kissing away the worries, the doubts, the past. There was a very excellent chance she was going to come with Vadim Petrov for the first time.

“Tell me what feels good, sexy girl.”

“What you’re doing is fine.”

“Fine?”

“Good. So good.” It was, but maybe if he . . .

“Be honest, Bella. Do you need my mouth on your breasts, my tongue in your pussy? Do you need it slow or fast? Hard or soft?”

She inhaled a couple of sharp breaths. His list of all the awesome gifts he could deliver opened her up. “My clit. Go slow. Build to it. Not too fast.” The words gasped from her in staccato bursts, her honesty feeling almost as good as his fingers now moving to accommodate her request.

“Like this?”

“More like”—she placed his fingers on either side of that sensitive bundle of nerves and guided him to a steady stroke—“this. Avoid my clit until I’m all fired up.”

He smiled, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “Let us get you all fired up, Bella.”

Having this alpha warrior following her instructions was surreal. And the sensations he was producing down below were proof that honesty was the best policy. The sexiest policy.

Throughout he watched her with an intensity that should have terrified her, like a prehistoric caveman seeing a woman for the first time. But this was Vadim, the most intense man she’d ever met. Even as a boy he’d rocked her with his fierceness, and now it was amplified in the man.

“How you have changed, Bella.”

“I—I have?”

“Before you were beautiful. Now you are stunning.”

Her hips rolled against his hand, the heat in her belly intensifying and then banking as he moved away from where she needed him most. Each retreat only built the next wave of sensation higher.

No orgasm yet, but this was undoubtedly the best sex she’d ever had. He was listening, and nothing was sexier than a guy who paid attention.

Now, she thought, and before she could say it, now was happening. A soft yet sizzling touch, and all that pressure overflowed. She came hard and long, with Vadim’s fierce gaze proudly assessing her.

He should be proud. The boy had done good.

“That—” She tried to catch her breath. “Was better.”

“It seems I can be taught more than how to improve my skating motion.”

Intense Vadim was a total stud. Funny Vadim was a threat to her heart.

She swallowed, disliking the path of her thoughts. Lust. Not a good foundation. “So, what are you waiting for? Time to get naked.”

“I am giving you time to recover,” he said, taking his forefinger, still wet with her, and sucking it into his mouth. He moaned, deep and low, as if he’d never tasted anything more satisfying. “I think I just blew your mind.”

Cocky Vadim? Yeah, he was pretty hot, too.

She gripped his erection through the fabric. Hard as those pecs, it had to be ready to blow. “You’ve been very patient.”

He uncurled her fingers. “I will have to be patient for longer. There is more for this player to learn.”

“Vadim, you don’t need to do that . . .”

“Ah, but that is exactly what I need. Again, Bella.”

“Again?”

“Yes,” he said as his mouth sought hers and destroyed her brain with an all-in kiss. “Again.”

And then he got started on again with that decadent Russian mouth trailing kisses down her stomach and beyond.

It was hard being Vadim Petrov’s coach, but someone had to do it.





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Vadim slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Isobel. The clock on the nightstand said 2:15 a.m. Having lain awake for the past hour, he wanted to ensure that she was sleeping soundly before he took care of business.

Specifically, the business of his painful erection.

A night of firsts. The first time he had made Isobel come and the first time he had slept with a woman and not come himself. There was a cruel symmetry to this.

Not that the night’s events had lacked for opportunity. But from the moment he’d slid her panties off her body, from the moment his fingertips had touched her soaking pussy, he had vowed to make the night about her. After the first time, there were three more times, each more intense than the last. He had much to make up for. His pleasure could wait.

With each new orgasm, she slipped further into a semiconscious dream state, her plaintive cries of, “Let me touch you, Vadim,” fading until she finally fell asleep.

His cock had not followed suit.

He could wake her, but he’d rather take his punishment. The nearest of the two bathrooms in the suite was twenty feet away, but he passed it and headed to the one farther. Let his Girl with the Blazing Skates get her rest. She had earned it.