Tempted & Taken (Men of Haven #4)(32)

He worked himself inside, slow and steady at first then building to faster and longer strokes. Smoothing his hand up her spine, he wrapped one hand in her glorious hair and tugged her upright. It was primal, completely out of line with a woman who barely knew him, but Darya came willingly, dropping her head back against his shoulder with a sigh that pulsed straight down the center of his shaft.

“You like it hard?”

“Yes.”

He cupped one breast, plucking the tip while the other shook with each smack of his hips. “Dirty?”

“God, yes.” The way she said it, an edge of relief and utter gratitude mixed with wrenching need, cut straight through him. Untethered what was left of his control.

“Good,” he said between heavy breaths, “because that’s where we’re going and we’re going there fast.”

She rolled her head toward him and opened her lust-drunk eyes, a triumphant smile tilting her lips. “I can’t wait.”

Fuck.

He tumbled them both forward, one hand holding his weight while the other pinned her at the back of her neck to the bed. Thrust after thrust, he powered deep and damned if she didn’t lift her hips for more. Every detail crowded around him in the sharpest focus. His dog tags resting against her spine. The slap of flesh on flesh. Their ragged breaths. His dark hands gripping her pale hips and the way her hair spilled down her back. So many layers. An intricate, erotic labyrinth that lured him deeper and deeper.

Her sex fluttered around him, the promise of her release so close he nearly shot his own. He fingered the ample wetness between them and slicked the moisture up to her swollen nub. “Need you to get there.” His sharp pants buffeted off her neck and against his face. “Need your cunt milking my cock the way you came on my fingers.”

Her hips jerked and she cried out, the sweet pulse of her pussy fisting unmercifully around him. He tried to hold it. Drove his pelvis flush against her ass and stilled every movement save the gentle back-and-forth of his finger over her clit, but the clench of her muscles was too strong. Too potent.

His nuts drew up tight and his hips bucked on reflex, his release shooting down his shaft and jetting free so hard the rest of the world ceased to exist. All that that mattered was the silky glide of his cock inside her. Her winter-rose scent on his skin and the lingering musk of sex.

Slowly, he pumped in and out, leisurely exploring her slick folds with his fingers while his heart scrambled to find a steady rhythm.

Her body trembled beneath him and her breath shuddered out on a long sigh.

He eased some of his weight off her and nudged her to her belly with his hips. “Lay flat for me.”

Instantly, she obeyed, for once not giving him lip or questioning why. He kept their connection, though, blanketing her back with his body. He kissed her sweat-dampened shoulder. “You okay?”

“Mmmm.” She opened her eyes. No remorse shone back at him. Only sated pleasure. She stirred her hips beneath him and generated a fresh wave of aftershocks. “Quite happy, actually. Sweaty, but happy.”

He grinned, swept her hair to one side and blew a cold stream of air along her spine. “Better?”

She shivered and giggled. “Stop that. I’m Russian. We appreciate heat.”

Man, did he understand that, especially with his softening cock still nestled deep in the heart of her. He should move. Deal with the condom and give them both space before she read more into the moment than she should. Hell, before he read any more into it.

He kissed the top of her spine, taking one last second to savor the taste of her skin before he moved away. An act that, in and of itself, said just how dangerous this woman could be for him. Not one of his lovers had ever called him callous, but he’d always made a point to watch the affection afterward. Blurring the lines with sex was too easy, and yet with her, he couldn’t help but trail more down her back as he pulled away, his dog tags dragging along her skin. “Gonna hit the bathroom. You want anything while I’m up?”

She hissed as he left her and slowly rolled to her back, a wanton sex goddess replete on a bed of sin. “No. I’m perfect.” She waved him away with a soft smile. “Go. Deal with business. Let me rest.”

Dismissed without so much as a flinch. Definitely a good sign, but for some reason it stung. He ambled to the bathroom and tossed the condom. His reflection stared back at him. Same man. Same safe routine, but the image looked empty. Flat.

The lamplight from Darya’s room clicked off.

So now what did he do? Normally, he covered the ground rules well before he got near a bed and made sure whoever he was with was good with him crashing long and hard while his brain disengaged, but he’d been so amped up and in denial when he snapped he’d leap-frogged right over logistics.

One thing was for sure, he needed the shut-eye. Badly. But on the other hand, if he woke up and found her wrapped around him he’d have a whole different mess on his hands.

He flipped off the light and padded to her bedroom. Only a trace of light slipped from the parking lot through her blinds, but enough to show her curled on one side of the bed, her blonde hair spilling across her pillow. She yawned and the seductive sound of her skin moving against the soft sheets slipped through the room. “Sorry,” she said on the tail end of her yawn. “This is my side. You’ll have to take the other.”

So easy. Almost too easy.