Innocent Next Door (Military Men Book 1) (13 page)

Nikolai loved the way Summer said what she thought and stood up to him. Laura had acted frightened, watching him as if he were a lit fuse. A throwback to her childhood, he presumed, since he’d never hit a woman in his life. He hadn’t realized how much Laura’s quiet anxiety had bugged him until he’d come face-to-face with Summer’s feistiness.

“You’ll have to listen to a one-sided conversation.” Someone picked up the phone on the other end and he asked for Mrs. Ferguson. A minute later, he hung up. “There. What did I tell you?” He smirked when she rolled her eyes.

Nikolai glanced at the clock again and aimed for casual as he sat on the bed beside her, or as nonchalant as a man could be with a raging hard-on. “We have time for breakfast or to sleep longer. Your call.”

Dark brows shot upward, and her breasts jiggled at her abrupt shoulder shrug. He would’ve been half dead if he hadn’t appreciated the sight.

“Would there be sleep involved?” she asked in a throaty drawl.

“That would depend on you.” He felt humor flirt with his lips, although he tried to keep it low-key and under control. He didn’t want to frighten her off, but hoped like hell she wanted a repeat performance as much as he did.

Summer pursed her lips, but he caught the twinkle in her blue eyes. “Actually, I have a few ideas.”

“Yeah?” The naughty sparkle hiked his pulse rate, made his imagination race. This was the woman who’d been a virgin. Call him a macho pig, but he was meant to be the one leading the way. The wry thought had his head shaking. Luckily, he hadn’t verbalized that one. Summer had already objected about her allocation to the little woman slot.

“We should try some different positions. For a start.”

Nikolai found himself shocked, mouth gaping momentarily. Hell, he’d created a sex monster. “Sounds interesting,” he said cautiously. “What did you have in mind?”

“Everything,” she said simply. “Anything you want to teach me.”

Nikolai scanned her earnest countenance. Everything covered an awful lot of ground. He closed the distance between them. “Are you sure you feel okay? No headache?”

“I’m more than all right.” She leaned against a pillow and stretching her muscles like a cat.

Unlike some women he’d been with, she didn’t seem self-conscious displaying her body. She wasn’t cowering under the sheet, moaning about big hips, the wrong size breasts or a large butt. A refreshing change.

“Why are you grinning?” she demanded, her lips curving in a sultry pout. The mischievous glint remained. “Going through your repertoire of positions?”

A snort escaped.
Positions
. What would she come out with next?

He advanced on her, intending to crowd her, to make her aware of him. And to fill her mind so full of him, she wouldn’t keep trying to control proceedings. Off-balance worked for him.

“What do you know about positions?”

“I’m a librarian. I’m good at research. There’s missionary, which we’ve done, doggy-style, ride—”

Nikolai lowered his head. Only one surefire way of shutting her up. His lips closed over hers just as she let loose a giggle. It was like kissing a glass of champagne. He’d never particularly liked the girly drink. On Summer, it tasted classy and made him hotter than he’d ever experienced before. Their lips slid together, tasting, sipping until the laughter disappeared and sexual energy arced between them.

Amazing. Bloody amazing
.

He let his tongue flicker into her mouth to explore the moist warmth beyond. His cock ached for action. God, he wanted to sink into her warmth any way he could. Like a Neanderthal, he just wanted to fuck her. Immediate satisfaction.

He parted their lips to kiss a trail down her neck, exploring the curve of her chin, the delicate skin behind her ear where a pulse beat madly. He scraped his teeth lightly over the jumping tic, and she moaned.

“That feels amazing,” she murmured. “I have the urge to tell you to bite harder, to mark me.” Summer lifted her head then, full of sultry promise that pushed his heartbeat into a gallop. “Except Mrs. Ferguson does neck check every Monday morning.”

“I thought you worked in a library?”

“Yeah. Mrs. Ferguson is big into leading by example. Hickeys don’t set a good example to our younger customers. Hickeys are directly responsible for teenage pregnancy.”

Pregnancy. For one frozen millisecond, Nikolai pictured her swollen with his child. And once the idea took root, it was difficult to shake. He expelled a breath and brutally pushed aside the vision. He’d been a father once, and a damn fine job he’d made of that. Soldiers had no right thinking about parenthood if they couldn’t be home to raise their children and keep them safe. Last time he looked, he was still in the military. Same problem.

A soft touch on his cheek jerked him back.

“Where were you?”

“Just trying to decide which position.”

“Go on. Don’t keep me in suspense.”

A bark of laughter escaped him as he grabbed Summer and rolled her on top of him. “We’ll start slow with you on top.”

“I always liked riding.”

Her cheeky grin brought awe to the surface. She made everything fun, and it was a new experience for him. Almost as though he were the pupil and she the teacher.

“Come up here.” Perhaps it was time to enjoy the fun, embrace it. He patted the bed at chest level. “So I can see better.”

“That’s not the business end,” Summer retorted, not moving an inch.

“I’m the teacher here.” His mouth quirked. Man, she cracked him up. “Why don’t you follow instructions like a good soldier?”

“I don’t do orders.”

“No, but aren’t you curious?” Of course, she was. The inquisitive spark flaring in her eyes glowed true and clear. “Come up here. Please.”

Summer moved at the pace of a geriatric snail. Intense anticipation roared through him while he waited. The urgent need to claim her pulsed through his mind, but he wanted to prolong the loving, and make it mind-blowing for both of them.

“Stop there.” His voice emerged hoarse and tight. Summer still straddled him and, stretched as she was, she gave him the perfect view. Her dark pubic hair was trimmed into the sexy heart while the rest of her was smooth under his questing gaze. “You’re pretty. Plump and ripe for my touch.” As he spoke, he strummed a finger across her labia and parted the folds. Using his hands, he urged her closer and blew softly on her swollen clitoris.

Summer swayed. A small mew escaped. Nikolai glanced up, enjoying the sight of her ripe breasts and pillowy curves. He blew again, and her body jerked. So responsive. He drew one finger the length of her swollen flesh, ending with a slow circle around her nub. Her juices moistened his finger as he repeated the process.

“Touch me,” she pleaded in a breathless voice. “No teasing.”

Nikolai smiled. Teasing was half the fun with a woman as hot as Summer. “Tell me what you want. Be precise so I don’t get it wrong.”

She sucked in a harsh breath. Her lovely breasts lifted then settled, her nipples tight and needy, reminding him he had to explore her a little more.

“Okay.” She sounded breathless but determined. “I want you to touch my clit with your tongue. I want you to lick me until I’m hot and can’t bear it anymore. Then I want you to put your cock inside me. I want you to thrust hard and fast while I ride you. I want you to make me come.”

Proud amusement replaced the niggling doubt inside him. He’d been right. Nothing fazed her. She wasn’t all talk about wanting to meet on equal terms. She wanted a man who challenged her and was capable of accepting any challenges she issued. Nikolai felt his balls tighten painfully. He hoped he could keep up with her demands.

“Is that all?”

“For starters,” she said primly.

“You got all that from research?” He brushed his thumb across her clit, reveling in her sigh, her musky scent.

“Yeah.”

Man, he couldn’t wait to hear what else she had in mind. “Move a little closer.” He positioned her level with his mouth and breathed deep. She smelled of sex and citrus, and tasted better. Going slow and easy, he parted her folds and raked his tongue along her cleft, then teased her clit with a much lighter pressure. She shuddered and issued a soft moan that tugged at his cock. He felt his dick lengthen while the air crackled with sensual tension.

Nikolai listened to his body and increased the pace. Instead of teasing, he licked and tasted her engorged flesh. Summer was so wet for him, and a vocal lover.

“More. Harder. I need you inside me.”

Nikolai gave her the steady thrust of his finger while he continued to lap and nibble around the edge of her clit, feeding on her juices, and urging her higher and higher.

“Oh, Nikolai. I’m so close. Stop. It’s too much.”

He didn’t think she meant that so he kept pushing her higher, thrusting two and then three fingers deep inside her while he licked and sucked some more, slowing now to tease because he loved the way she moaned, her hips gyrating, silently pleading for a deeper possession.

“No more!” Summer wrenched away, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she’d exerted herself. She ran a hand the length of his cock, her thumb smoothing across the drop of pre-cum at the end. “I want to come with you inside me. I want to feel your cock stretching me.”

“Condom,” Nikolai said. Damn, she unmanned him with her honesty. His gaze wandered the curves of her rounded backside as she bent to retrieve a foil packet from his bedside cabinet. Tempted, he ran his hand across one smooth butt cheek and down the crack between, down her perineum until his fingers skimmed her damp flesh. Her intense shudder filled him with anticipation for the weeks ahead, the adventure in store.

Summer opened the foil packet and handed the latex to him. “You do it.”

“Don’t you know—?”

“I know how to do it. Done it before,” she said with a grin. “Banana.”

A banana.
Hell’s teeth.
And she called that experience? Bemused, he rolled the condom on and waited for her next move.

“Haven’t done this next step before,” she said cheerfully. “I figure you’ll tell me if I don’t do it right.”

Her honesty was gonna kill him.
Nikolai helped her guide his cock inside her pussy, eagerly waiting for her to impale herself. She did—inch by tortuous inch until he shook, so close to climax he was afraid to move. He took refuge in talk, trying to distract himself from the raw sensation stalking his body.

“Nothing we do together is wrong, or has a right or wrong way,” he said through a surge of raw need.

Summer settled, fully impaled. She rocked in an experimental move. “I feel so full it almost hurts. But it’s a good pain,” she added. “What do I do now?”

Nikolai almost laughed. She asked for instruction now? Hell, if she did any better he’d internally combust. “Just move. Any way that feels good to you.”

She lifted and sank downward. Her eyes drifted shut while her breasts bobbed in front of his face. “That feels good.” She repeated the move and added a swivel of her hips. Her breath hissed out. “
Sooo
good.”

Nikolai reached for a breast when it moved close to his face again. Her eyes flew open as he shaped the globe with his callused fingers then drew her pouting nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

“Bite me,” she said, rising until her nipple almost released from his mouth.

The fire in his loins blazed. Higher. Harder. Deeper. With each lazy rock of her hips. he bit down on her nipple, giving her enough teeth to transmit signals to her sex, but not hard enough to break any skin. Her entire body shook while her sweet pussy clasped him in sweet agony. He bit a little harder and pinched her other nipple. She tightened around his cock, and they gave a unified gasp of pleasure, his hips jerking, moving in counterpoint to her slow rocking. He released her breasts to grasp Summer’s hips.

“Close?” he murmured.

“Mmmm.” She arched her back, grinding her clit against the base of his cock.

Nikolai smoothed a finger across her clit, and she exploded, her pussy squeezing him rhythmically.

“Nikolai.” Summer threw back her head and growled her pleasure.

He thrust upward. Once. Twice. Hard and fast while her sheath clasped his dick in a silken grip. Climax burst through him, an explosion of heat that seemed to go on and on as he spurted his seed.

They fell on the bed together, Summer aligned along his body. Nikolai held her close, their bodies still joined. His eyes closed and he drifted into sleep.

* * * * *

Insistent thumping on Nikolai’s front door pulled him awake. For an instant, he had no idea where he was, and then Summer’s soft sigh clued him in. He moved her carefully off his chest and dealt with the condom that still cloaked his semi-limp cock.

“Not the smartest thing to go to sleep like that,” he said as thoughts of condom leakage filled his mind. Better not happen again.

Whoever was at his door leaned on the doorbell. He grabbed his jeans and yanked them up before hurrying down the passage leading to the front door.

Jake and Louie stood on the other side.

“I should have known,” he groused, glaring at his mates. “What do you want?”

“Seems we caught Nik at a bad time.” Jake wore a healthy smirk.

“Can we come in?”

“No,” Nikolai said flatly.

Louie peered past Nikolai. “Do you have a guest?”

“Yes.”

“A man of few words,” Jake mused. “We want details.”

“None of your bloody business. What do you want?”

“Who do you have in your bed? I didn’t think you let women into your house since Laura.” Louie grinned so broadly Nikolai was tempted to hit him.

“Back off.”

“I wonder if it’s the babe,” Jake said.

“Henry’s niece?” Louie asked.

“Fuck off. Summer is here but not for the reasons you think,” he said when their toothy grins widened. “Someone tried to run her off the road yesterday. Then they rang the hospital and told the receptionist they’d be in to visit. They told the nurse they were related. No one else knew she was there except the cops and Martin. Someone planted drugs in Henry’s house and tattled to the cops. Summer is here for her protection, no other reason.”