“I’m sure they already know what’s about to happen,” he told her, then lifted her up into his arms, carrying her the last few feet towards the bed.
“They don’t!” she gasped, horrified.
“They probably expect it, Tamara,” he whispered, his hands sliding up over her bottom and that was all it took to distract her from his guards’ potential ponderings of their activities.
She might not like a group of men standing outside of her apartment knowing what was happening inside, but that was an issue for later. Because at this precise moment, Jurid wasn’t letting her think about anything other than his hands and his mouth.
With an expertise that should have startled her, his hands released the hooks and zipper on her dress. A moment later, the whole thing fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. She barely had time to gasp in surprise before he pulled her into his arms. He placed her in the center of her bed, and stripped off the rest of his clothes as he watched her watching him. Tamara pushed up on her elbows, amazed at the strength revealed with each piece of clothing that fell to the floor.
“You’re so handsome,” she whispered, bending her knees.
“Don’t do that, honey.”
She blinked up at him. “Don’t do what?” she asked, shifting again.
“No, stay there on your back,” he ordered as he pushed his slacks and boxers off of his legs, tossing both over the chair in the corner of her room.
Feeling brave under his intense stare, Tamara smiled up at him seductively. “Like this?”
“No,” he replied, shaking his head as he grabbed her ankles, slowly, mercilessly spreading her legs wide. “Like this,” he told her, his eyes moving over each part of her. “These have to go,” he said and, with a flick of his wrist, her satin panties were ripped away. Then he reached up and…she pulled back.
“Jurid, this is my favorite bra. Do not rip this off.”
He laughed and looked down at her legs again. “Fine. You take off your bra while I concentrate.” And with that as her only warning, he bent down and, with one of her legs over his shoulders, he kissed her inner thighs only moments before he kissed her there! Right there!
Tamara gasped, immediately trying to wiggle away. But he was merciless and, in the end, she sighed as he began to work his magic on her body. In no time at all, she wasn’t sighing any longer. Her gasps came faster and faster, his tongue and mouth moving over her in an expert pattern of licking, sucking and nibbling at the gentle folds. Before she could get her bearings, he teased that nub one more time and her whole world splintered apart in a beautiful release that left her screaming his name.
Slowly, ever so gently, Jurid eased back. Grabbing a condom from his pocket, he rolled the protection down his length as he watched her shift on the bed. Previously, her hair had been a long, sleek cascade of dark color down her back and shoulders. No longer! Now it was a tangled mess spread out on her white comforter. As he looked down at her, he couldn’t stop himself from bending down and taking one of her pert nipples into his mouth. He loved watching her arch her back, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth, but that only increased his need to be one with her.
“I’m sorry, love, but I can’t wait any longer.”
In response, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, and he took that as permission, sliding into her wet heat. Closing his eyes as her inner muscles tightened around him, he carefully pressed deeper into her tight sheath.
“Relax for me, love,” he told her, his voice harsh as he resisted the urge to slam all the way in her heat. “Just relax.” He felt her body tighten, then slowly, her muscles loosened and he was able to press into her more deeply. With slow, shallow thrusts, he pressed into her again and again until he was fully inside of her. Looking down at her, he knew that she was just as turned on as he was, but he still wanted to give her another climax.
Rolling over, he shifted so that she straddled his hips. “Ride me,” he whispered, guiding her hips, showing her how. With her palms plastered against his chest, he watched as she figured out how to move against him, finding her own pleasure. Rocking against him, her hair forming a curtain around their heads, which only increased the intimacy of the moment. Over and over again, she moved against him, lifting her hips only to sink back down, absorbing all of him into her body. He knew the exact moment when she was ready to climb that spiral again and reached down, rubbing that nub to help her over the edge.
When she cried out, her body arching as her release caught her up in its throes, he enjoyed the sensations of her body rippling with an explosion of pleasure. But in the end, he couldn’t hold back. He reversed their positions and, with her on her back, he thrust into her quickly, over and over again, bringing him to that glorious peak and…right over the edge with her!
For a long time afterwards, he held her in his arms. He couldn’t seem to stop touching and kissing her. Probably because she shivered every time he kissed her in a new place. He smiled when she hissed after he found a place on her back that she liked.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispered in her ear and disappeared into the bathroom. It took him only a few moments to clean up and dispose of the condom. When he came back to the bedroom, he wanted to tell her to pack that bag so that they could return to his house, which was more comfortable and, even better, safer. But when he looked down at her, her arms and legs tangled in the sheets with her hair a riotous mess around her…Jurid realized that she’d fallen into a deep sleep.
He didn’t want to wake her, he thought. She was wiped out. Instead, he texted his guards, letting them know that they’d be staying here for the night. After that, he pulled the blankets over her and curled up next to her, pulling her tight against his chest. He’d give her an hour to sleep, to build up her strength before he woke her up and made love to her again.
Before he knew what had happened, Jurid fell asleep, smiling slightly when he felt Tamara snuggle against his shoulder.
Chapter 6
Harder, she thought, and turned up the sound on her headphones, pushing to keep up with the tempo of her music.
The world was cold and damp this morning, but Tamara didn’t care. She needed to run. She needed to get out into the world and feel her muscles relax as the tension was pounded out of her by the beat of her feet against the concrete. With every step, she felt more of the tension from the previous night ease out of her muscles.
She’d slept in Jurid’s arms all last night in her small bed. When she’d woken up this morning, she’d found him on his back with her head on his shoulder. It was possibly the best night’s sleep she’d ever had.
But…why did she react to him like she had last night? And what did it mean? From the moment they’d locked eyes last night, she’d wanted to be alone with him. Good grief, they hadn’t even made it out of her apartment last night. His guards were probably around somewhere, but she hadn’t seen them this morning. There’d been two big, black SUVs parked at the curb. Had it been filled with his guards? Her guilt at forcing them to stay out in the cold was intense, but she pushed it aside. She couldn’t handle the guilt over having his men stand outside in the cold as well as her own guilt over how she’d completely abandoned herself in Jurid’s arms last night.