Slowly Jozef dropped his head to hers, resting his lips on hers. He waited, giving her the power to decide. Blood was rushing through her veins and each breath she took stuttered in, then whooshed out. She’d never felt this way with anyone before. As though she was sitting next to the one person on the planet who could possibly complete her. The idea was so wildly disconnected from all her usual cool logic that she was left floundering in a strange new world with only Jozef as her anchor.
She reached for him, sliding her arms around his neck and wiggling closer to him on the couch. She tilted her head up, pressing her lips against his. He didn’t hesitate. He took her invitation, gripping her around the waist and dragging her onto his lap until her knees fell open on either side of his body. He gripped her hard around the back and slashed his mouth across hers, kissing her with brutal desperation. It was painful, but also fierce and exhilarating, as though they couldn’t contain themselves anymore.
The kiss progressed quickly until Shaun was dragging Jozef’s coat from his shoulders, her hands clutching at the muscles of his back, while Jozef gripped her thighs so hard she was positive she would bruise.
He pushed her back on the couch, never breaking their kiss, and leaned across her, his chest pressed to hers. Shaun finished yanking his coat off, then lifted her shoulders off the couch so Jozef could pull her shirt over her head. Then they were kissing again, their heated passion flaring higher and higher with each touch. Josef was gripping her with painful fingers one moment then shoving her back the next so he could strip her pants from her legs.
Shaun tried to help, but it was hard since all she wanted was his lips on hers. Every time he broke their kiss, she trailed kisses down his neck and chest before gripping his shoulders and dragging him in for another lip-lock. Her passionate enthusiasm was driving him crazy. She could tell by the way his hands shook as he tried to stop himself from grabbing her too hard and bruising her.
His care for her well-being melted her until she couldn’t remember a single argument against sex with the mob enforcer. Everywhere he touched burned so good she felt consumed by him. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.
Soon her clothes lay in an untidy pile next to the couch and Jozef’s hands were everywhere, worshipping every inch of her he could reach. Though his touches weren’t gentle, she'd never felt safer in his hands. He was in complete control and she trusted him to hold on to her. She wanted to give herself to him, feel him all over and inside her.
She reached between them and unzipped his jeans while he moved his hips so she could reach him. Her fingers were shaking, and her breath was puffing out in short gasps as though she were running a race. Dragging his belt through the loops, she opened his jeans and reached inside, touching him, circling him with her fingers, feeling the raw strength running through him as blood engorged his cock. She pulled him free, tightening her knees against his hips.
He took her wrist in one hand, pulling her away from his cock and dragging her arm over her head. He used his other hand to reach down between them, dragging his knuckles through the wet folds of her vagina, pulling a gasp from her. Her hips surged up in wild supplication. He rubbed his thumb against her clit, dragging cries from her as she writhed underneath him, waves of pleasure already rocking her body and she hadn’t even peaked yet.
Jozef pressed his fingers into her tight passage, filling her with excruciating slowness as she wiggled against him, trying to find a rhythm so she could get off. Jozef had other, more tortuous ideas. He gave her a heated look, his gaze capturing and holding hers while his fingers sought and found her g-spot. It was so intimate, having his eyes touch hers with such knowing, while his fingers played inside her vagina, pushing her higher and higher until she thought she would die if she didn’t come.
Sparks of light burst through her skull as she clawed for the release that was just out of reach. Before she could take hold of it, Jozef abruptly pulled his fingers out of her. She yelled her frustration and hit him in the shoulder with her fist. He made a grunting sound and her eyes flew open as he took her free wrist and captured it with the other above her head. Then he took her chin in hand and forced her to look at him as he surged inside her.
He filled her completely as he slammed to the hilt, the scent of her own arousal reaching her from where his fingers touched her face. It was the most erotic experience of her life. It was beautiful, raw and honest.
Jozef fucked her with long deep strokes, his rhythm even until the very end, each stroke igniting the fire in his eyes to a fever pitch. She was burning up with him, reaching for her orgasm while laying helpless beneath his masterful body. She felt his cock growing bigger inside her, tighter, and knew he was close. She yanked her wrists from his grasp, reached up and dragged his face down to hers, wanting to see every expression as passion took over and controlled his body. She saw the glassy hardness of his eyes, felt the breath whoosh from him and rush over her face, heard the guttural grunts as he was pushed over the edge.
His hands tightened almost unbearably, pushing Shaun into her own orgasm. She let go of him, reached over her head and took hold of the couch cushions, pushing her hips up into his and taking every drop of semen rushing into her body.
They came down together, the shock of unplanned intense sex visible on their faces. Jozef rolled to the side, pulling Shaun with him until he lay with his chest pressed against her back. He held her in a bear hug, his fingers lacing with hers and resting on her belly. He was cuddling with her, floating with her through the aftermath of the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. She wanted to know if he felt the same but didn’t want to ask.
She tipped her head up to look at him and found his gaze steady on her face. His lips softened, not quite into a smile, but something close. His arms tightened around her and he watched her as her muscles began to relax and her breathing evened out. Before she fell asleep, the last thing she noticed was a blanket being pulled across her naked body and tucked around her.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jozef wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening holding Shaun in his arms while she slept, but he had a meeting to attend. Krystoff wanted to talk to him about some information Jozef’s team had dug up. They’d finally managed to discover the whereabouts of Vasiliy Stanovich, the mastermind behind Krystoff’s kidnapping. Unfortunately for them, Vasiliy was holed up in the neighboring country of Poland.
Jozef suspected his uncle was going to send him on an out-of-country job, not something Jozef wanted to do while he was still unsure of where he stood with his fiancé. Would she try to leave him the moment he was out of the country? Would her heart grow cooler with distance? He didn’t want to risk their budding relationship on a job, but his uncle’s word was law, and if Krystoff ordered Jozef and his team to go on a job, they didn’t have a choice but to go.
It was the way they had always done things. Krystoff was head of the organization, Jozef was his loyal dog. The power imbalance they held was beginning to make less and less sense to Jozef. He’d never questioned his uncle’s autocracy, since Krystoff always treated his family well, and Jozef got to make most of the security related decisions. But it was Jozef who'd put his team together, trained with them, ensured they were the best in the business. He should be the one making the decisions. It was something he’d have to bring up with Krystoff.