Sergei (5 page)

I gasped when he grabbed my bottom in his big hands and gave it an appreciative squeeze. A short laugh escaped his throat as he ran his palms over my panties. Bending low his dark head, Sergei gripped the loosely tied belt of my robe between his teeth and gave it a tug. The sides of my dressing gown fell open, and he let the belt fall from his mouth. Dragging his lips side to side along my collarbone, he whispered, "Take off the robe."

"I really shouldn't."

He smiled at my quavering voice. "Then I'll do it for you."

Abandoning my backside, Sergei pushed the robe down my arms. The silky fabric fluttered around my feet. Even sitting, he was so damn tall that we were eye-to-eye while I stood. His heated gaze burned me as it roamed my body.

Without the robe covering me, I felt incredibly exposed in the thin, too short nightgown. Though I projected confidence and was normally comfortable in my skin, I suddenly experienced a wave of insecurity. All I could think about were the imperfections marring my body. Was he comparing me to all the other women he'd dated? I feared I wouldn’t measure up well.

Cupping my chin, Sergei peered into my eyes. "You're even prettier than I'd imagined."

His compliment took me by surprise. "You've been imagining me like this?"

Sergei's mouth quirked to the side. "Well…I've been imagining you in much less." He fingered the spaghetti strap of my nightgown and started to slide it down my arm. "Much, much less."

"Wait." Breathless, I put my hands on his shoulders. "We need to slow down."

"Five months, Bianca." He reminded me of how long we'd been doing this will-we-won't-we dance. "That's slow enough."

Conceding he had a point, I pressed my forehead to his. "So stop messing around and kiss me."

He laughed and wound those massive, tattooed arms of his around me. Relishing the heat and power of him, I closed my eyes and waited for the first touch of his lips. His long fingers sifted through my hair just as his mouth brushed mine. His other hand rode the curve of my spine to settle on my lower back.

With a low groan, Sergei kissed me. It was the sweetest, most chaste of kisses, but there was something incredibly erotic about it. Perhaps it was the knowledge that so much more awaited us. It was the teasing, easy beginning to a night that promised to be among the best of my life.

The tip of his tongue flicked the seam of my lips. Dropping all pretenses of not wanting him, I surrendered to his seeking kiss. Our tongues touched timidly at first and then with more confidence as we grew accustomed to the taste and heat of each other. Cradling the back of my head, Sergei deepened the mating of our mouths until my knees were wobbling. I clutched his shoulders for support and whimpered under his sensual assault.

Proving he was an attentive lover, Sergei clasped the backs of my thighs and hefted me off the floor before my lust-weakened legs gave way and I crumpled to the floor. I gasped against his lips and started to protest the caveman move but he silenced me with another amazingly perfect kiss. Straddling his lap, I was glad I had picked such a wide, comfy chair for reading.

The caress of his hands left me aching with such incredible sexual hunger. He made me feel so alive with anticipation and excitement. All those neatly collected reasons to keep him at arm's length were slowly being wiped away from the list I'd jotted down in my head. This was bad. This was so, so bad.

Except—oh my God. It just felt so, so good.

His hands sneaked under my nightgown, and I giggled at the ticklish swipe of his fingertips. He chuckled against my lips but continued his exploration. Palming my breast, he brushed his thumb over my nipple, and I moaned as my throbbing flesh tightened to a peak. He lightly pinched it, and I rocked against him. "Sergei."

"I want to see you naked." He buried his face against the curve of my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin there. "I want to see all of you."

I started to say that we needed to turn down the lights but stopped myself. Sergei didn't seem to mind the extra weight I carried. There was no faking the attraction and desire reflected in his eyes and carried in his admiring touch. He wanted me—just the way I was.

Embracing my inner sex kitten, I reached for the towel between us and gave it a playful tug. "Only if you get naked first."

"As if you have to ask!" Sergei nibbled my lower lip. "I'm going to make love to you tonight."

I hastily applied the brakes. "No."

He leveled a look my way. "Don't make me beg, Bianca." Massaging my breast, he murmured, "I want you, and I've waited so long."

Something in his voice piqued my interest. "When was the last time you went out on a date, Sergei?"

He held my gaze. "I haven't been with another woman since a week before I met you."

My lips parted with shock. "Are you serious?"

He brushed his knuckles down my cheek. "After I saw you that first time in December, I knew no other woman would ever come close. It seemed pointless to waste my time with others when all I wanted was you."

His sincerity stunned me. Guilt rocked me. "Are you mad at me?"

His brow creased. "For what,
milaya moya
?"

"Dating other guys while you were sitting on the sidelines," I explained nervously.

He wrapped a few strands of my hair around his finger. "I won't sit here and lie to you. I didn't like seeing you with those other men." He hesitated. "I was relieved you didn't bring anyone tonight—but that doesn't mean I'm mad at you. Annoyed, maybe," he said with a smile. "But never mad."

I captured his mouth in a lingering kiss. "For what it's worth, I haven't been intimate with anyone since Vivian's wedding." Deciding to be totally honest, I admitted, "No other man has made me feel even a tenth of what you've made me feel so far tonight."

"It's early yet, Bianca." He teased his mouth against mine. "I have so much more to show you."

Tapping my finger to his nose, I shook my head. "You still can't make love to me."

"But—"

"I don't have any protection in the house. Unless you have something tucked away in your tuxedo pants…"

"I don't." Then, with a careless shrug, he said, "What I really want to do to you doesn't require protection."

My core clenched with anticipation. "And what's that?"

"You'll see. Now—you decide. Here on the ottoman or on the bed?"

"I guess that depends on what you have in mind."

"First, I'm going to tear this off you." He gripped the front of my nightgown. "Then I'm going to use my mouth to trace every last inch of you." His hand slipped between my thighs so he could cup my sex. "I'm going to spend most of the night with my tongue right here."

Oh. Sweet. Jesus.

A wicked flare scorched me when I imagined everything he had described. Shaking inside and dry-mouthed, I managed a whispered response. "We should probably move this to the bed."

"Good choice. But first…" Fisting the front of my nightgown, he jerked hard on the delicate fabric, shredding the lace and silk blend in his fearsome hands. His alpha display of strength left me momentarily speechless.

When I recovered from the shock of having my clothes ripped off of me, I sputtered, "Sergei, you can't just tear my clothes!"

"I'll buy you some more." He said it as if that was the only issue at play here and brushed the ruined gown back from my body to see my bare breasts. His hands moved to my panties but I clasped his wrists to stop him.

"Don't even think about it."

"Then stand up and strip for me." He was dead serious. "Now."

I started to tell him off…but there was something incredibly arousing about the idea of it. On limbs as shaky as a newborn colt, I slipped off his lap and stood in front of him.

"On the ottoman," he ordered and leaned back in the chair.

No man had ever had the stones to give me an order. Even as a younger woman, I'd always been the bossy, intimidating and totally in control girl. Sergei seemed to be attracted to those qualities in me, but I suspected that here, in the bedroom, he wanted to be the one giving orders and driving the action.

My courage bolstered by the lust flashing in his eyes, I stepped onto the ottoman. Standing up here, I had a clear view of the impossibly huge hard-on tenting the towel. Holy. Hell. From what I could tell, his cock looked like it ran half the length of his thigh. Apparently he was really big
all
over.

He ran his hand along the outline of his erection. "Show me, Bianca."

My belly flip-flopped, but I did as he instructed and peeled the torn gown from my body, baring my plus-size curves to him. The burning glint of desire that crossed his face told me that Sergei liked what he saw. Just as some people preferred vanilla ice cream to the more complicated flavors, this outrageously sexy Russian seemed to enjoy big girls.

And I wanted to fall to my knees and thank the heavens for my stroke of luck.

He murmured something in his native tongue while his hungry gaze roamed my naked body. I wasn't sure if that was another direction. "Um…what?"

He glanced at me and made an apologetic face. "Sorry. I'm used to being able to slip in and out of Russian."

"Vivian has tried to teach me how to speak it, but I only know how to say a few things. Greetings and things like that," I explained. "I didn't understand anything you just said."

"You look magnificent."

My eyebrows arched at his compliment. "Magnificent, huh?"

"Sexy," he added. "Perfect."

"Well, I don't know about that."

"I do." He spoke with authority. "Someday I want you to dance for me."

"Are you crazy?"

He laughed. "About you? Yes."

Butterflies swarmed in my belly. The idea of dancing and stripping for any man had never been one I'd relished but I found myself unable to tell Sergei no. "Maybe someday."

He didn't push. Instead, he made a spinning gesture. "Turn around and take off your panties."

Tummy aflutter, I spun away from him, brought my shaky fingers to the waistband of my undies and dragged them down my hips. When I reached my thighs, Sergei gruffly ordered, "Bend over, Bianca. I want to see all of you."

Face aflame, I spread my feet a little farther and wiggled my hips while drawing my panties down toward my feet. I dropped them on the floor to the sound of Sergei pushing out of the chair, the leather creaking as his large frame left the cushioned comfort. A second later, his big hands grasped my waist. He pulled me upright, my back against his hot, hard chest. Brushing aside my hair, he started a long trail of ticklish kisses that followed the curve of my spine and ended on my left buttock. Without warning, his massive paw smacked my plump cheek.

"Sergei!" I gasped and tried to slide away from him but he held tight.

"This ass of yours has been tempting me for months. The least you deserve is that single spanking."

Something primal ignited within me. "Do you…I mean…is that something you like to do?"

"Not in the way you're probably thinking," he said and sucked hard on my neck. I prayed he wouldn't leave a love bite but decided that I wasn’t going to stop him from marking me. "But when I fuck you from behind, I'm going to make sure I leave my handprint right here."

I shivered with need when he patted my bottom and gave it a loving squeeze. I understood that his style of lovemaking would be rougher and more intense than anything I had ever experienced—and I couldn't wait to get started.

Apparently, Sergei shared my desire. He swept me up into his arms and shot me a look that warned me not to protest. Showing him that I liked the way he carried me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brushed my lips against his cheek.

"
Potzluy menya.
Kiss me."

His deep voice did crazy things to me. I pressed my mouth to his as he placed his knee on the bed and took me down to the mattress. Our tongues tangled wildly. He crawled over me on the bed and planted his hands on either side of my head. Wanting to feel his skin on mine, I jerked free the towel and reached between our bodies. The moment my fingers touched his cock, Sergei cursed in Russian and smashed his mouth to mine, stabbing his tongue deep and groaning so loudly the vibrations rattled down my throat.

Marveling at the size of him, I realized I couldn't even wrap my fingers around his shaft. I stroked down the length of his erection. His cock just kept going and going and going. My pussy throbbed at the very idea of having all of this buried inside me. It wouldn't happen tonight, not without a single condom available, but soon I hoped.

Careful
. A small voice in my head warned me not to start making plans too far into the future with him. I had already decided to have him tonight but I couldn't—wouldn't—let myself think of having him any other night. This had to a one-time thing, a momentary indulgence, and nothing more.

Caressing me, Sergei worked his way down my body. He suckled my breast, pulling my nipple between his lips and laving it with his tongue. He released my flesh with a noisy pop before biting down gently and making me yelp at the quicksilver flash that pierced me. Soothing the tiny hurt with his tongue, he tweaked my other nipple, and I moaned at the wicked sensations rocking me.