The Russian's Pregnant Mistress (3 page)

She glanced out the window and her eyes caught sight of Maggie and the rest of the bridal shower coming out of the dance club. “Oh my,” Gabby said and looked down at her watch. “It’s already three o’clock in the morning,” she gasped. “I can’t believe how much time has passed.” She looked across the table at him, surprise showing on his face as well. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time.”

“Nonsense. I’ve enjoyed this time with you,” he said, surprised that he really had had a good time. It was the first time in….ever…he’d sincerely enjoyed the company of a female in a non-sexual activity.

“I’ll drive you home,” he said and tossed down several bills to cover the cost of their coffee and tea.

“You can’t do that!” she said and shoved the money back across the table, reaching for her purse. “That was our deal. I get to pay for our drinks.”

She pulled out her wallet and dropped some money there, then shoved it back into her purse. She was flustered and not sure where this night would lead. She sincerely wanted to see Damon again, wanted to talk with him and make him laugh another time. But she didn’t know what he wanted. Perhaps tonight was just his way of getting out of the dance club un-accosted by aggressive females.

Damon shook his head and picked up her money a moment after she turned away. He put his own money back and slipped her bills back into her purse as she pulled her sweater over her shoulders. “Where do you live?” he asked.

Gabby looked up at him, not sure how to respond. “You don’t need to drive me home,” she said softly. “It’s late and I’m sure you’re tired.”

He put a hand to her shoulder as she started to turn away. “Gabriella, there is absolutely no way I’m going to allow you to get home by yourself. So you either let my driver take you home alone and I’ll catch a cab, or we head to your place together and I see for myself that you’re safely home. It’s too late for me to allow you to head home without protection.”

Gabby thought he was charming. “That’s very sweet of you, but completely unnecessary.”

“Are you going to stand there and argue with me?” he asked, towering over her with amusement turning up those firm, sexy lips of his. “Or are you going to let me make sure you get home safely? Because I’m bigger and stronger and meaner than you are and that means there’s absolutely no way you’re going to win this argument.”

In the end, she wanted to spend more time with him, so she allowed him to drive her home. Or, she allowed his driver to take her home. Sitting in the back of his luxurious limousine, she felt like a princess on a magic carpet, the vehicle was so smooth with none of the street sounds entering the dimly lit cabin. In no time at all, they were pulling up outside of her small, cottage style house.

The light over her front door was inviting her and she stepped out of the car, surprised when he was right behind her. She walked silently to her door, her fingers nervously holding the keys to her house. When she reached the door, she unlocked it and turned to thank him. But with her mouth open, no sound escaped. He was so tall, so handsome…and she saw the same thing in his eyes that she knew was shining out from hers. Desire.

He slowly bent to kiss her, letting his lips caress hers, rubbing back and forth, testing her to see if she would push him away. But there was no way she would do that. She’d been thinking about what it would be like to be kissed by this man ever since she’d seen him at the dance club. She savored this moment, reveling in the electric shocks that spun through her body. She moved closer, her fingers touching his cheek gently, caressing his jaw and his ear before her fingers dove into his very soft hair.

After that, she wasn’t sure what happened. Except that she was lost in a haze of passion and lust so intense, she wasn’t sure if she was on fire or just smoking up her house.

Within moments, they were both inside and the zipper of her dress was pulled down. It was only a matter of a tug and a push and the chiffon fell silently to the floor. His hand slid down her back, tracking where the zipper had once been and Gabby shivered, closing her eyes. Her fingers moved to his shirt and slid up his chest. She wanted to remove his shirt, but was too shy to do that on her own. She was almost completely naked but he stood there fully dressed and she didn’t think that was fair, especially since she wanted very desperately to feel his skin just as he was doing to her.

“Please, may I touch you?” she whispered, her hands moving against him restlessly.

“Absolutely,” he growled and pulled his black shirt out of his dark slacks, tossing the material behind him. He then took her hands and placed them against his chest, his breath hissing sharply as her fingers slid against his skin. “Yes! Just like that,” he encouraged. His hands moved back down to her waist, his fingers sliding into her underwear and tugging them down.

Gabby stepped out of her underwear, holding onto his shoulders so she didn’t fall, but when his hands moved higher to cup her breasts, she leaned into him, her legs unable to hold her upright for a long moment. The shock of feeling his fingers on her breasts was startling. And then his thumb rubbed over her nipple and she cried out, arching her body into his hand then biting her lip to stop any other sounds from coming out. Her bra was suddenly whisked away and then his hands were once again cupping both of her breasts. He lifted her up and placed her back onto the bed, coming down after her.

His hands held him above her and she looked at those hands, longing for him to touch her again. But he had other plans. Gabby watched with amazement as his head dipped down, his mouth taking her nipple and sucking. Hard.

She screamed out, her body almost sitting up as the heat spiked through her. Her fingers dove into his hair and she gripped the strands almost violently. When he lifted his head to move to the other one, she whimpered, in both anticipation and fear of that feeling. She couldn’t let him stop though. Her hips moved beneath him, her legs rubbing against his and she couldn’t seem to lay still. She needed more, something deeper and she couldn’t think long enough to figure out how to control this.

“Damon, you’ve got to stop,” she gasped and then felt his teeth nip at her tender nipple and she cried out again. He did it over and over again until she pulled his head up, her breathing coming in gasping breaths and she wasn’t sure what she wanted any longer.

“I’m not going to stop, Gabriella. Just lay back and enjoy this,” he said with a mysterious smile. His hands reached up for hers because they were holding his head away from her, an activity that he wouldn’t allow. With a firm grip, he pried her hands away from his head and held them by her side. She was shaking her head as he moved lower, but her body was still telling him to continue. Even as he moved lower, her legs were still tightly wrapped around him. He kissed his way down her stomach, teasing and tickling and slowly, her legs relaxed enough for him to move lower still.

When he reached his goal, he smiled in anticipation. He could tell she was more than ready for him, but he wanted to taste her, to watch her climax. He held her hips still as she tried to scoot away from him and he released her hands so that he could use his own for his main purpose, which was to drive her absolutely insane with need.

When his mouth kissed her thigh, she took a shallow breath, her hands now clenching the comforter beside her. She couldn’t move away and couldn’t stop his mouth so he knew that she was bracing for this, and he held the anticipation out longer, enjoying the smell of her arousal which only made him ache harder.

When he finally kissed that most intimate part of her, he just about lost it as he tasted her sweetness. She was incredibly hot and his hands held her hips more tightly as her body tried to pull away from the intense feeling of his tongue. He slid a finger inside her, then two, while his tongue moved against her. In the end, he was almost disappointed that she climaxed so quickly. But the sight of her exploding was so arousing, he could barely contain himself. Moving higher, he didn’t wait for her first orgasm to subside. He reached for his slacks and grabbed a condom, quickly putting it on as he watched her continue to move on the bed. When he was finished with the task, he held himself over her as he slid into her heat, thrilled when her body automatically made room for him. Her legs lifted, her knees by his hips and he plunged into her body.

And then froze. Her nails digging into his skin and the slight barrier told him that she’d never done this before. He pushed higher, unable to stop himself, but his mind whirled around the fact that this little tigress had been a virgin until moments ago.

How that was possible, he didn’t know. She was too sensuous for him to have suspected this could be the case, but the proof was there and he slowed down, letting her body adjust to his size and his invasion.

When she opened her eyes and smiled at him, he knew that she was okay. More than okay, he thought when she shifted her hips against him, squeezing him with those muscles and he closed his own eyes to regain control. He would go slowly, he told himself. He wouldn’t pound into her as his body was clamoring to do. He would be gentle and careful and….

Damn it felt good when she moved like that, he thought and tried to think of something, anything other than her hot, tight heat and how incredibly perfect she felt.

He moved again and again, but he’d never felt anything so incredible and when her body climaxed once again, he couldn’t stop his body’s response. Just a few more strokes and he was flying over the cliff himself, both amazed and ecstatic that this tiny woman could be so passionate.

Chapter 2

Gabby rolled over without opening her eyes, smiling up at the ceiling. Her body ached but there was such a sense of contentment, a feeling so completely filled with happiness, she’d never felt like this before.

The sun was high overhead and she knew that she should get up and start cleaning her house, which is what she normally did on Saturday. But she felt lazy and snuggled down into her pillow, wanting just a bit more time to relax before she ventured into the dreary task of housekeeping.

The pillow wasn’t as soft as she remembered it and she shifted her body slightly, trying to find that comfortable spot once again. She was hot too. Why was it so hot? She hadn’t turned on the heat last night, had she?

Last night….the dance club….coffee and tea….Damon! She gasped and sat up, looking down at her frilly bed covered in pink and white striped sheets and a fluffy, rose covered duvet. The man sleepily looking back at her was so large, he had to sleep diagonally in her bed and even then, his feet were still dangling off the end. “What are you doing here?” she whispered, pushing her curls behind her ears and grabbing the sheet to cover her nakedness.

“I was sleeping until you decided to get all warm and kitten-like on me,” he growled and rolled over, taking her back down and pulling the sheet with him, revealing her swollen breasts, covered with pink spots where his beard had scraped her tender skin throughout the night.

Damon pulled her back down, his mouth nuzzling her neck, being careful to not hurt her skin any more than he already had. He’d tried to protect that beautiful skin last night, but the intensity of their lovemaking had, at times, obliterated his ability to be gentle.

Gabby gasped as his hands moved over her skin, his mouth tickling her neck and her mind quickly went back over all the things they’d done throughout the night. “What time is it?” she asked, glancing at the clock on her dresser several feet away. She had to put it out of reach because she had a tendency to press the snooze button without even waking up, making her late for work unless she tricked herself into getting out of bed.

“Oh no! It’s past noon!”

His laugh was deep and sexy as he slid his hand down her side, enjoying the way she squirmed underneath him. “Since we didn’t get to sleep until about five this morning, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing that it’s already noon.”

She gasped when his mouth covered her nipple and she closed her eyes. Could she really be ready for another round so quickly? How many times had they done this last night?

Did it matter? Her arms slipped around his shoulders while her legs automatically tangled with his. The man was an amazing lover, bringing her to an orgasm over and over again, unrelenting in his prowess and ignoring her shy responses, demanding more than she thought she had in her. Shyness was not allowed with Damon and he made her feel sexy and beautiful when she enjoyed something she previously thought was outside of her comfort zone. She felt incredible, if somewhat embarrassed to be in bed at this hour, not to mention more than a little shocked to be having sex with a man she’d known for such a short period of time.

But as his hands moved over her skin, there wasn’t anything she could do but reach for him, following his lead and demanding more, more of his touch and more of his expert lovemaking. She should be embarrassed at how she gasped, wiggled and coaxed him, told him how to touch her and when to stop, start or shift, but he’d taught her that last night, or this morning. And she’d learned that he enjoyed it when she gave him feedback. She enjoyed hearing it from him as well and when she shoved him onto his back, her own mouth tasting him, moving over his stomach, then lower, she thrilled as his hands dove into her curls, massaging her scalp while she moved even lower.

She loved his growl when she took him into her mouth, tasting the essence of him as he groaned while her tongue teased him. He only allowed her to perform on him for a few minutes before he lifted her off and brought her to him. Since he was stronger and larger than she was, she couldn’t avoid his hands when they lifted her up. He easily reversed their positions, he wouldn’t relent, increasing the pressure with his tongue and his fingers until she was writhing underneath him, trying to move away but his hands kept her captive and his mouth driving her crazy. Only when she finally exploded from his ministrations would he release his hold of her hips and move higher, kissing her breasts, tickling her neck and smiling at the delirious grin on her face while he shook his head. “Not over, my dear.” He chuckled as he pulled her legs higher, giving his body more access to slide between her legs and pulled another condom from somewhere, sliding it on as he looked down at her. “You’re really beautiful like this,” he groaned and his erection probed her softness, closing his eyes as he found her heat and slid inside of her. “And you drive me so crazy.”