Innocent Next Door (Military Men Book 1) (12 page)

To her immense satisfaction, his laughter vanished, replaced by alertness. His hands clenched beneath his head, his features tightened and even better, a tic throbbed to life at his jaw.

Right, now she had his attention, she’d continue her exploration. Her pulse rate did a bump and grind as her attention returned to the tented sheet at his groin. As she watched, it twitched. A soft groan from the other end of the bed fueled her courage, but even so, her hand trembled as she lifted the covering from his lower body.

The man was all muscle and tanned skin, but it was his…
his cock
, she thought, determined not to act old-maidish at the first hurdle. Long and thick, it jutted out and upward. Nikolai watched her, no doubt waiting for her to bolt.

That wasn’t going to happen.

She wanted to touch him so badly her breasts tingled, the tips tight and achy while her panties had grown damp. She planted her butt on the edge of the bed, right next to his hipbone. The position was awkward so she crawled onto the mattress and wantonly straddled his legs.

Under her fascinated gaze, his cock jerked and seemed to grow even larger. Longer. As if hypnotized, she reached out to caress the warm length of him. Her palm curled around his shaft as she explored. Warm—yes. Smooth yet with an underlying strength. The cliché of satin over steel fit perfectly, and she could see why the expression was used so often in romances. Not exactly attractive to the eye but definitely fascinating.

She ran her thumb along the length of him and caressed the smooth, swollen head. A deep red, almost purple color with a tiny slit at the end. As she smoothed her thumb across the slit, a bead of liquid appeared. She collected the glistening drop with a finger, and Nikolai jerked, a low moan issuing from deep in his throat.

Okay, so she hadn’t killed him. Yet.

She absently worked her hand along his erection while she pondered what to do next. An article in
Miranda
magazine popped into her mind. Oral sex. The thought didn’t horrify her—in fact, it sounded interesting. She bent closer and stroked her tongue down his shaft to the base. He groaned, and the twitch of his hips made her smile.

Power.

She had the ability to bring the big, bad SAS man to his knees. She repeated the move, breathing deeply. He smelled faintly of soap and tasted a little salty. Musky. She licked around the swollen head and lapped across the slit. Another bead of liquid appeared and she cleaned it away. Then she opened her mouth and took the tip of his erection inside, swirling her tongue around him as if he were an ice cream.

“Summer,” he whispered hoarsely.

Using one hand, she scraped her hair back from her face and glanced up at him. The deep emotion in his eyes sent her pulse skittering. The knowledge she was responsible for his expression made the small victory even sweeter. She lapped around the head of his cock again, loving the taste and the sounds he made. His hips jerked, pushing him deeper into her mouth before he drew away.

She stared in surprise. He’d seemed to enjoy her attentions. Why was he stopping? “Why?”

“Not for your first time. It is your first time?”

She nodded, unable to take her eyes from his face, his mouth. She felt as though she balanced on a tightrope with the object of her desire inches away. A sweet ache pulsed in her lower belly, the harbinger of more to come.

“I should be shot.” Nikolai brushed his hands over his face before centering his attention on her. “I want your pleasure too. Not just mine.”

Summer licked suddenly dry lips. Had she been too forward? Too eager? “So, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s start with lovemaking beginner’s level.” A gentle smile took the sting from his words. “The first thing we should do is even the odds. I’m feeling underdressed.” His eyes focused on the silky blue fabric screening her from his sight. “What do you say?”

His words wound around her heart and gripped so tightly she could barely think let alone answer. Her hands skimmed down to her hips, and she pushed her fingers under the elastic band.

“Let me.” He charged into action before she could think, let alone voice the reasons why showing her naked body in broad daylight was bad. He tugged the panties down her legs. Seconds later, she found herself flat on her back with Nikolai looming over her. Gone was the sullen SAS man who looked after her under protest. Gone was the teasing male who’d suggested they start with the basics.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a low voice she had to strain to hear. “I don’t know why you picked me, but I’m not giving you another chance to get away.”

“I don’t want to get away. I want…you.”

He stroked one of his hands the length of her body, from her collarbone, over one quivering breast and lower, across her belly to come to a stop at neatly trimmed, heart-shaped pubic hair. He glanced up. “Now this is a surprise.” His head dipped and he ran his tongue around the small heart.

Summer felt his touch clear to her toes. The throb in her belly centralized, and she stirred restlessly, needing his touch. Heck, she’d start begging soon, and from the glint in his eyes, the man knew it.

“I touched you,” she pointed out, not happy with the breathy sound of her voice.

“Yes.” He splayed her legs and settled between them, his gaze on her nether regions.

She gulped. Her pussy. Instantly, the heat intensified there. To her mortification, liquid bloomed. She squeezed her eyes shut.

Masturbation had never, ever made her this hot. Already, she felt as if she’d burst from her skin, and he’d scarcely touched her. Damn, she might beg yet.

“So pretty.” His fingers traced around her heart then drifted lower still to her aching center. He brushed his thumb over her clit, just enough to give her a buzz. The sensation that shot through her was half pleasure, half pain.

“More. Harder. I need you to touch me.” The words rushed past her lips, and she waited for a smug male act.

It didn’t happen.

Nikolai smoothed his thumb across her clit again and pushed one finger into her tight channel. His finger eased the emptiness inside her, pushing it to something more.

“That would feel so much better if it was you.”

“Last time I checked, the finger belonged to me.”

Cursed color filled her cheeks but she battled onward to complete her thought. “I mean
you
. Your cock,” she added with a trace of defiance.

He gave a bark of laughter. “Still trying to run this campaign, sweetheart? This is my turn. We’ll do things my way.” He slid a second finger inside her, pushing them deep.

She quivered at the sense of fullness and concentrated on every sensation. The shimmer that swept her body with each cruise of a finger across her clit. The thud of her heart. But most of all, she savored the feeling of closeness, of sharing something intensely personal with Nikolai.

A different sensation across her clit made her eyes fly open. Nikolai’s head was bent as he tongued her clit, teasing the small nub until pleasure roared through her, and she balanced on a pinnacle. His fingers slowly pumped in and out while he continued to tease. She lifted her hips, trying to maintain pressure on her aching clit. The feeling was too much. It wasn’t enough.

She wanted…she wanted…

Nikolai met her gaze. He licked around her clit, the bundles of nerves jumping while he maintained eye contact. She couldn’t have looked away if she tried. His pupils were huge. Black. Full of heat and promise.

With each pass of his tongue, she throbbed with increased sensation. He picked up the pace, alternately licking her clit and filling her with his fingers.

The ache intensified until it became painful. Each lap of his tongue made it worse. Made it better. She swallowed and bit her bottom lip, trying not to cry out. Making love felt so much better with Nikolai. So much better. More fulfilling than self-pleasuring.

Another slow foray of his tongue deepened her excitement. Her lower body prickled and throbbed. Her hips lifted sharply upward, but he grasped one hipbone, holding her still. One soft drag of his tongue across her sensitized clitoris sent her over the edge. She shuddered deeply, her clit pulsing, sending spasms of pure pleasure shooting the length of her body. Her pussy clasped his fingers, gripping him in rhythmic bliss.

Slowly, slowly she floated back into her body, dazed at the experience.

Nikolai moved up the bed to kiss her. She tasted herself on his breath and something else that was uniquely him—wild, and dangerous and intense. Their tongues twirled in a lazy dance before he pulled away. He fingered a nipple, and automatically she arched her back, moving into his caress.

“You’re so responsive to my touch. Beautiful.” He rained a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth, down her neck and across her collarbone. When his mouth latched on to a nipple, a prickle of renewed heat slid through her veins. The tug of his mouth caused a corresponding pull, a clench of her womb.

She clasped his head to her breast, her fingers tangling in his black hair. “That feels wonderful. I want more.”

He pulled away, releasing her nipple to gaze up at her with slumberous eyes. “There’s more yet,” he promised. “And it will be even better.”

Her heart flip-flopped, and she couldn’t help the blazing smile of approval that curved her lips. “More?”

“Oh, yeah.” He tugged a lock of her hair, the small pain making her frown. Smiling, he covered her mouth with his, feeding from her lips and stoking the fire inside her to greater heights.

Nikolai cupped a breast and tucked a hand under her butt, aligning their bodies together. His penis fit between her legs, fueling longing in her.

“I want you so bad, but it’s not too late to change your mind.”

“Too much talk. More action required.”

Nikolai clutched her against his larger frame, squeezing the air from her lungs. “Don’t say I never gave you the opportunity,” he said in a fierce tone.

He left her then, leaving her gazing at him in bewilderment, but when he opened the top drawer of his bedside table, enlightenment followed in the guise of a small foil packet.

She gulped in dismay. The articles in
Miranda
magazine stressed protection, but in the heat of the moment the advice had slipped her mind. Not Nikolai. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth.

“Can I do it? Put the condom on for you?”

“Not this time, sweetheart. I’m too close. One touch and I’ll lose it.” He smoothed the rubber on with an expertise she admired. “I’d rather come inside you.”

Oh, boy. Grown-up stuff. She wanted that too.

He trailed a hand across her belly and journeyed downward to circle her clit. A frown crossed his face, and he glanced up at her. “This might hurt. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Real grown-up stuff.

His nimble fingers skated across her clit, parted her folds and pressed into her channel.

“It turns me on knowing you’re wet for me, that you want me so much.” His large frame shuddered as he uttered the words, and he pulled his finger from her, replacing it with the blunt tip of his cock. He trembled again. “I’ll take this slow, even if it kills me.”

Her breath caught as he pushed inside her, stretching untried muscles until she felt unpleasantly full. At her wince, he withdrew. Panicked, she clutched his tight buttocks, only relaxing when he pushed into her again, a little farther this time.

“You’re tight,” he murmured, surging and retreating, pushing deeper still.

A twinge of pain took her by surprise. A cry escaped, and he stilled, seated deep inside her. The sense of fullness was weird, yet she liked it once the pain receded. He kissed her, and after searching her face, continued with his strokes and kisses. His tongue plunged into her mouth with the same slow pace as his cock. Each easy stroke of his cock massaged her clit.

Soon she picked up the rhythm, moving with him in countermoves. Her delight in the act, the wisps of pleasure grew. Gradually, he increased his speed, cupping a butt cheek in each hand to lift her higher and angle his strokes.

She felt the familiar hum of arousal streak from her clit. She groaned and swallowed, directing his strokes with an insistent grip on his backside. She was close. So close.

“Nikolai,” she breathed, reaching, searching for more. Suddenly she was there. Heat scorched her body, streaking along her length. Ripples of fulfillment shot through her body for long seconds after. It was like a signal to Nikolai. He stroked harder, faster. Quicker. Her pussy clenched around his cock with never-ending ripples.

He groaned, his hips thrusting in quick, frantic strokes, then he stilled.

When his breathing returned to something resembling normal, he eased from her body. Before she could speak, he folded her into his arms as if she were the most precious object.

The big, bad SAS man held her, running his hands across her sweaty back, his body heat searing her chest, making her feel safe, and valued. Making her feel loved.

Making her hope for the future.

Chapter Ten

Nikolai held Summer, savoring the feel of her plastered against his body. He couldn’t regret making love to her, even though he knew Henry wouldn’t see things the same way. He didn’t look forward to meeting her family, reacquainting himself with her brothers. Good blokes to have on the same side in a war, he knew from a previous mission when his team had combined with their unit. The two Williams brothers were an unstoppable force. He shrugged, knowing he wouldn’t change things even if he could. The only way to keep Summer safe was to remain at her side.

“Whatz the time?”

“Just gone eight.”

Summer bounded upright and almost fell off the bed. “I’m going to be late for work. Mrs. Ferguson will have a cow.”

“You’re not going to work today,” Nikolai said.

“But I—”

“I’ll ring Mrs. Ferguson. What’s the number?” He climbed from the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor. Seconds later he held up a cell phone, his finger poised to dial.

“This will be good. Does it have speaker phone? I can’t wait to hear Mrs. Ferguson get the better of you.”