It was only when she managed to drag her eyes open and stare back into mine that I allowed my body any release.
Three more thrusts, and the world went white and silent right before I shuddered my own orgasm deep inside her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BLAIRE
I curled up on my side and studied Viktor’s profile. He was lying on his back, and his eyes were shut. His straight nose and masculine jawline made his profile a thing of beauty. I guess, in some ways, this entire journey had been leading up to tonight, but it still shocked me that I had slept with Viktor.
Not only that, I had initiated it. He had kissed my neck on the bed and then casually and abruptly left me lying there, feeling unwanted. It always baffled me that, while I was almost overpowered by this magnetic connection between us, Viktor had seemed immune to it. I had stripped naked and followed him into his shower in part, I think, to see if that connection was just on my side. What had followed was one of the most glorious sexual encounters of my life.
The level of intimacy that Viktor demanded had shocked me. He had stripped me of all my defenses, both physically and emotionally, and then responded by cherishing and protecting my vulnerability in a way that felt both real and beautiful.
But that had been in a heightened moment of passion. Now, in the aftermath, I was watching him for cues about how things would settle between us.
With a wince, he rolled onto his side so he could look into my eyes. He reached out and gently smoothed the hair back from my face. It was an unexpectedly tender gesture.
I tried to imagine a future, one that went past tomorrow, when our lives returned to normal. If that ever happened, would we stay in touch? Would he show up at my place with a case of beer and a pack of condoms?
And if he did, would I invite him in? Maybe I would open the door and, without saying hello, he’d pin me against the hallway table, push up my skirt, and show me exactly how much he’d missed me.
“Did you and the gardener’s grandson ever get it on?” His question interrupted my thoughts.
“No, we never got past awkwardly greeting each other.”
He leaned toward me so he could nuzzle my neck. “Good.”
His teeth scraped the delicate skin, and my entire body shuddered in response. The way he touched me, the way he had repeatedly pushed me to the brink of ecstasy, had conditioned my body to respond to the slightest touch. Now, with one look, one hot kiss on my neck, my body was ready for whatever he offered.
He lifted his head. “What happened to him?”
“To Ben?” I frowned. “His father now does my grandmother’s gardens. I think Ben became a lawyer, but I’m not sure.”
“You ever talk to him?”
I don’t know why his questions pleased me so much, but they did. “No. Why do you want to know about Ben?”
He pretended to be serious. “Obviously he’s my biggest competition.”
Laughter spilled out of me.
He growled. “You think I’m joking.”
I know you’re joking.” I understood his tactics. Viktor was teasing me about an unlikely future because it was easier to pretend we had a future than face the reality that tomorrow might be the end.
Tomorrow we might die.
That truth loomed over us like a dark shadow, leaving me filled with uncertainty and an ambiguous dread. So I was more than happy to play along with his games.
“Who’s my competition?”
His smile was so relaxed I almost didn’t recognize him. “No one.”
“Come on. What about all those women you go on dates with?”
“Few and far between.”
My eyes scanned over his beautiful face. Since we were talking fantasy, I decided to go for it. “If we get through this, I want to take you on a vacation.”
I thought he’d instantly refuse. Instead, he moved, rolling so he was on top of me. He captured my face between his hands and kissed me lightly on the lips. “What kind of vacation?”
“Tropical destination. White sandy beaches. Big fluffy king-sized bed. Private hot tub.”
“And Jet Ski competitions?”
He nestled himself between my open legs, and suddenly my body ached to have him back inside of me.
“Or some alternative dangerous adventure.”
He smiled against my lips. “Or we could just stay in bed so I could do this to you all day.”
“Do what?” I breathed, hoping he meant what I thought he did.
As an answer, he shifted to the side and slowly slid one hand up my thigh and back down again. I lay there, fixated on his touch as his hand stroked up and down my thigh, going just a bit higher each time.
The first time his knuckles grazed my clit, my hips came completely off the bed. His big hand stroked all the way down my inner thigh before climbing higher and higher.
Finally, his long fingers slid into me and, without ceremony, curled inside me. Within seconds, he had expertly located my G-spot.
“Oh dear god,” I breathed, as my head fell back.
He watched me with an unreadable expression as he controlled all of me. “You know why I like to finger-fuck you?”
I loved the dirty talk. I managed to gasp, “Why?”
“Because it reminds you that I’m in charge.”
“No.” I shook my head, knowing it would only make him take charge more.
He smiled, catching on to my game, but he obliged. He did things to me with his fingers that made me nearly lose my mind.
And only when I was a quivering, shaking mess did he speak, low in my ear. “Who’s in control of your body now, Blaire?”
I could barely form the words. “You are.”
He flipped me up to straddle him. My head fell back when I felt his hard cock slowly push into me.
After that, the only noises coming out of me were inaudible.
He made me come twice more before he followed me with a long string of Russian.
I woke up to the sound of water running. I was naked and lying facedown across the bed. I lifted my head and looked around the room. Daylight streamed in from behind the closed curtains.
I gingerly sat up. My body felt stiff in places I didn’t know it could be stiff.
Viktor had one thing right—the man knew his way around the bedroom. He had brought my body to a point of such intensity that one orgasm would be ending just as my next one began. And he kept me in that state for hours.
It had been the greatest night of my life, and I hadn’t wanted it to end, but he had sexually satiated me to the point that I’d all but passed out.
I looked around the room.
And now we had to face the last day of our journey.
No matter what happened, I dreaded that this was the end of us.
I heard the water shut off, and a few moments later Viktor opened the door. He was wearing a white towel low on his hips.
He was magnificently male, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his injuries.
“How are you still standing?” I asked him, my eyes lifting to his face.
The swelling around his eye had lessened, but now his skin showed heavy bruising.
He stood and stared down at my body with an unreadable expression. “We should get ready, Blaire. The boat docks in less than two hours.”
I was a bit shocked that the inscrutable Russian soldier was back. “Okay.”