“Miller. I’m—”
“Wet for me.” He nods as he looks between my legs with what I can only describe as pride.
I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and I don't care that we’re in the middle of a restaurant. I want this—no, scratch that, I need this. My body aches, and he looks starved for me.
He brushes his nose against the wet spot and then sucks in a deep breath. “You’re sweet everywhere, aren't you, my krasota?”
I wiggle, lifting my hips so his mouth touches the wet spot on my panties.
“You should find out,” I say, and I’m shocked that every shy part of me has left the building. Right now all I can think about is having him kiss me there.
“Trust me. One day I’ll know how you taste everywhere. There will be not one spot on your lush, perfect body my mouth will not know.”
I whimper at his words and wonder how he can possibly be real.
“While that sounds wonderful, there is only one spot that I need you to taste right this second.”
I feel him smile against me as a deep chuckle rolls over me. The vibrations against my clit make me cry out as he pulls my panties to the side and buries his face in my sex.
I grip his hair, needing something to hold on to. His tongue is slow at first, circling my clit. He’s taking his time and savoring me. As much as I’m enjoying it, I need to come.
“Please, Miller.” I can’t keep the need out of my voice.
“Anything for you, my krasota.” His Russian accent is thicker than ever before.
He sucks my clit into his mouth while his tongue swipes back and forth. Then I feel him push his finger inside of me, and that’s all it takes. I was already so close to the edge since he picked me up tonight. I climax instantly as my back bows off the table, and I scream out his name.
He drags it out of me, then kisses each of my thighs before pulling my panties down my legs. I have no idea what he’s doing, and at this moment I’d let him do just about anything to me.
I open my eyes to see him shove my panties into his pocket, and the look on his face isn't one of joy. In fact, he looks pissed.
“Right your dress,” he orders, his tone cold.
I slip off the table while I grab my bra and then put it on. His back is to me the whole time, and I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. How have we gone from the most mind-blowing moment in my life to this? He’s not even looking at me anymore, and I’m starting to feel ashamed of my behavior.
I watch as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and speaks in Russian so I can’t understand a thing he’s saying. It makes me think he’s hiding something, but right now my emotions are raw, so who knows? I had the most powerful orgasm of my life with a man who means more to me than he should at this point. A man that has seen more of me than anyone else.
“Are you ready?” he asks as he turns to face me.
I force a smile and nod. “Yes, I would like to go.”
Even as I say it, I hate that I don’t want the night to be over. I just know I need to get away from him.
Chapter Ten
Miller
When the driver pulls up to the curb, I yank the door open even before it’s come to a complete stop. I hold my hand out and try to remain gentle as I help Pumpkin into the backseat of the town car.
I shout directions over the partition and then raise it for privacy. I glance over at Pumpkin and then force myself to look out the window as I draw in a deep breath.
“Miller, I might not be as worldly as you when it comes to dating, but if you regret what happened back there, then I really don’t understand anything at all.”
“Regret?” I turn to look at her and see her eyes are filled with tears. The shock of her sadness and confusion tears at my heart, and I go to pull her into my lap.
“No, don’t touch me.” She holds her hands up and scoots away. The sight of it crushes me.
“Pumpkin, why are you crying?” I look around the space of the car to see if the answer jumps out at me. “Are you hurt?” I think back to how I held her down and the bruises that will likely mark the insides of her thighs tomorrow. “I’m sorry I was not gentle.”
“I just thought we were having a nice time.” She wipes away a stray tear, and I don’t understand.
I move to the floor in front of her on my knees and force her to look at me. “Tell me what is in your head.” I bite back the growl of frustration as she looks out the window and tries to ignore me.
“It doesn’t matter. Just take me home.”
“We are not going to your home,” I say, and now she looks back at me quickly with her own confusion.
“You asked if I was ready to go.” She looks out the window as if realizing we are not going in the direction of her parents’ home.
“Da.” I stare up at her blankly, and she stares back, waiting. “You said you wanted to leave. I am taking you to my home for the night. I need you in my bed.” When she still doesn’t speak, I let the growl I’ve been biting back out. “Do you wish to return to your family home?”
“I-I mean no, not really. But I thought you were mad at me.”
I sigh as I take her hands in mine and then press a kiss to both of her palms. “Then I am sorry that I did not explain my meaning. I was angry that I lost control and I very much want you in my bed, my krasota.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush as she ducks her chin.
“I can make arrangements to take you home in the morning. I have much work still to do tomorrow, but I would very much like you to be in my arms when I wake.”
She nods without answering, and I take the seat next to her again. “We miss communication?”
“Da,” she answers playfully, and I pull her onto my lap.
“Don’t tease me with Russian. If you were to speak it to me when I was inside you…” I bury my face in her neck and lick the spot under her ear. “I would cum instantly.”
“Maybe I should learn a few phrases,” she says breathlessly.
My house is not too far away, and when the car comes to a stop, I kiss her quickly before I exit and then help her out. I glance next door and see the light on in Frost’s house. He’s been home for hours, no doubt drinking alone. He’s worried about our meeting with our mother tomorrow, as I should be. But as I glance down at Pumpkin, I have no regrets on how I will be spending my night.
“Is this where you live?” She glances up at the Victorian home with gothic architecture.
“Da.” I take her hand and walk her up the stairs to the glass front door. “This is mine, and Frost lives next door.” I point to his house, and she glances over as I open the door for her.
“Seriously? My sister and I used to talk about that all the time as kids. That one day we would grow up and live side by side.”
“It was a necessity at first because of business, but we need to be close. Perhaps it is a twin thing?”
When she walks inside, she gasps as she looks around. “This is incredible.”
“We will tour the house later.” I tuck my hands into my pockets and finger the cotton of her panties. I will savor these in times when I can’t be next to her. She turns around to face me, and I walk so close my body presses against hers. “It’s time for bed.”