Weather the Storm (Security Specialists International #3) (26 page)

All those years, she’d been going to bed with the wrong men. Vanko was the right one. In fact, she imagined he was the only man who’d ever do it for her.

Vanko was being slow and gentle; she could tell he was torn between wanting her and protecting her. And she loved him for his care of her. But her libido all of a sudden had awakened and it wanted fast and hard. Though, she wasn’t sure her hip could handle the force of nature that would be Vanko unleashed.

There had to be a middle ground, and since Vanko was the more experienced of the two of them, he had to find it. Her job was to inspire him to find it. She’d die of embarrassment but she’d beg if she had to. She needed him to claim her, because if he did…when he did, her instincts told her he’d never let her go. She wanted to be his…forever.

Tentatively, Elana let go of his cock and smoothed her palms over his muscular chest in a massaging motion, up over his perked brown nipples and then to his muscled shoulders. Then she moved her hands back to what had fascinated her the most about his chest. He had golden-brown hair, not too much, not too little, that covered the middle of his chest and then led down the midline of his sculpted torso to his groin. His cock stood out from the golden-brown curls; a silver drop of precum pooled in the slit. She hummed low in her throat at recalling how he tasted on her thumb, all salty like the ocean.

“I love your chest.” She placed biting kisses down his sternum. “I love your abs.” She traced each and every cut muscle. “And I especially love your cock.” She swept the tempting moisture from his glans and took it to her mouth and sucked it off. She groaned low in her throat as she held his fiery opaline gaze with hers.

God, please let him take over. She had never been this forward with a man in her life. She had no clue what to do next. She knew she had to have a full-body blush. If he rejected her advances, she’d lock herself back in the mental tower she’d encased her true emotions in for years and never venture out again.

Vanko inhaled sharply. “
Milaka.
”
Sweet darling girl.
He cupped the back of her head and took her lips in a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss. He ate at her mouth as if he were starving for the taste of her.

She moaned and leaned forward from her seat on the counter, striving to get closer.

Vanko broke off the kiss, his hands holding her in place. His face flushed with desire and his breathing, labored. “No, no, Elana. You’ll hurt yourself. Let me take control. I’ll keep you safe.”

Yes, that was what she wanted, but only if…“Don’t stop. Please.” She’d die if he stopped.

“No, I won’t…stop. Can’t…I need this…I need you.” He peppered her face with kisses, some biting, some sucking, some mere whispers of skin against skin. “Please, don’t let me hurt you.”

“You won’t. You can’t. I love you,
masik
.” She inhaled and tried to pull away. God, had she said that?

“Elana,
lyubimaya
. I love you, too.” He held her still for his kiss and swallowed her cry of joy. This kiss was one of adoration and reverence, a pledge, as he tasted every bit of her mouth and lips.

He loved her. All his talk about a relationship with her, her living in his home had been a lead in for the declaration she wanted, no needed to hear. He loved her. It was amazing how those three little words swept away all her insecurities and convinced her more than all his actions.

Sheer happiness mixed with equal parts love and lust permeated every part of her body. He loved her, and he meant it. He’d even called her his beloved, the special endearment Russian men, even Ukrainians, didn’t use casually.

Vanko continued to kiss her as if he never wanted to stop. Her heart threatened to beat its way out of her chest. His breaths were hers, and hers became his. Her folds were wet with the evidence of her arousal and her clit throbbed in time with the beating of her heart. Her nipples were so tightly budded that each brush against his chest hair sent pleasurable signals to her sex.

The urge to lean in to close the last few inches between their bodies and rub her lower body against his was strong. But she knew it would pull her wound, and then Vanko would feel obligated to call a halt to the sex play. So she controlled the urge and sank ever deeper into his ravenous kisses.

After many minutes, Vanko groaned and pulled away from her mouth. “I love the taste of you. I could kiss you for hours,” he whispered against her hot cheek.

“Yes, please.” She smiled and then nuzzled his chest where she’d rested her suddenly too heavy head. She hadn’t frozen on him. She’d responded—and she wanted to go to the next step. Now, not later.

Vanko cupped her face and tipped it up. “
Milaka
, I love your smile. I was afraid I’d hurt or scare you.”

His concern fractured what little control she had over her chaotic emotions, and she grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him harder than she’d ever kissed anyone before.

“Elana!” Vanko moved even closer, his thighs on the outside of hers as she sat on the counter. “You’re not afraid of me,
goluba moy
.”

“Never.” She sighed. “But you’re so experienced…” she looked away, “…and I’m…a freaking mess.”

“You aren’t a mess, freaking or any other kind.” He angled her face and held it for another searingly hot kiss, his tongue thrusting inside and tangling with hers. After several incendiary minutes that left them both gasping for breath, he pulled back and muttered against her kiss-swollen lips, “Never be afraid to ask for what you want—for what you need—from me. You can have all that I am.”

When she moaned, he kissed her once more, a quick, light tasting. “When you’re better,
dushka,
I’ll show you just how much I adore you. I promise to worship every blessed inch of you…over and over again.”

“Telling me that makes me want you all the more…now, not later.” Elana choked back an almost giddy laugh and looked down at her hands spread on his firm abs, immediately above the evidence of his desire. She inhaled sharply and moved her hands to his cock and double-fisted him. “I want to suck you. Today…not later. Please.” She needed to do this, to please her man…and to show herself she could.

Vanko’s gray-green eyes darkened to smoky tourmaline and a flush spread across his cheekbones. His cock jerked within her hands.

God, he wanted her to do it as much as she wanted to. She smiled.

“Elana…
dushka
…you’ll be the death of me.” He pulled her hands away from his cock and took them to his lips and placed a kiss on each palm before releasing them. She hissed and reached for his penis again.

Vanko stayed her hands and moved out of her reach. “Look at me.” She turned her gaze to his. “I won’t allow you to hurt yourself seeing to my cock. I can wait. And if I can’t, I can take care of it myself.”

“I can’t wait—and I don’t want you
handling
it yourself.” She wiggled her fingers. “Bring your cock over here.”

Vanko stared at her hand for a few seconds, and she was afraid he’d refuse once more. But then he moved close enough for her to touch him without straining her side. She sighed happily as she stroked the silky length. Erect, his cock had to be at least eight inches, longer than she’d ever had inside her. Her inner muscles clenched and her sex throbbed at the mere thought of taking him to the hilt. “The skin’s so soft and hot. You’re so hard. I can’t wait until the day you put all this inside me and make me yours.”

“The things you say. Don’t tempt me,
milaka.
I’m only human.” Vanko stabilized her with one hand on each side of her hips. “God, your hand feels so good,
dushka
. You can hold me tighter if you wish.”

Elana was thrilled he was telling her what he liked. She’d been afraid she was hurting him. “Like this?” She squeezed him harder, stroked up his length, then rubbed her thumb lightly over the top of his glans before she slid her hand back down his cock.

Vanko groaned and muttered love words and praise in a crazy mixture of Russian, French, and English. His body was taut; every muscle on his face and neck were delineated. His smoky green gaze never left her as she stroked him again and again with her good left hand.

“Am I doing it okay?” Her other lovers had complained about her technique, and usually ended up pulling her away and finishing in her body. She just now realized how badly her feelings had been hurt that the other men hadn’t taken the time to tell or show her what they’d needed. She wouldn’t make that mistake with Vanko; she’d be bolder and ask. He was too important. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, it feels so good…too good.”

A warm pride filled her. She was making her man feel good. And he was hers, just as she was his. They loved one another. She didn’t care that they’d known each other for less than forty-eight hours. It felt right.

Vanko leaned his forehead against hers. They both watched as she stroked and squeezed his cock. “Use some lotion,
dushka
.” He reached past her to the counter top and picked up a bottle of hand lotion the hotel provided. “Give me your hand.”

She released his cock and presented her hand, palm up. He poured a small amount on it. Then he kissed her lips as he placed her hand back on his cock. “Now…use the same firm stroke…same rhythm until I say otherwise. Understood?”

She kissed him back, a smile on her face and joy in her heart, and resumed stroking his cock with a strong, firm twisting motion of her hand. “Is this better,
masik
?” The endearment was one a Russian woman only used with a very special man.

His sexy “fuck yeah” made her pussy clench.

Deciding to be even bolder, she leaned forward and took one brown nipple between her lips and suckled it.

“That fucking does it.” Vanko inhaled sharply, and his eyes glowed like heated jewels. He tipped up her face and brushed kisses over it and her neck and shoulders. “I was going to go slowly. Gain your trust. Teach you about what happens between a woman and a man like me…but this fucking settles it.” He covered her hand with his as she continued to stroke his sex.

“What?” she whispered against the skin of his chest where she rested her face. She watched their joined hands move and stroke his cock. “Um, what settles what?” She couldn’t look away as his cock pulsed and jerked under their joint manipulations. She imagined again what his cock would feel like inside her thrusting and making her aches go away.

“When we get to Idaho,” he nipped her ear lobe, “you’ll stay. Make your home with me, and then, sooner or later, your call, you’ll marry me, have my babies, and be my love forever.”

Elana’s hand stilled under his, and she had to remember to breathe. He wanted to marry her, not merely live together. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve such a strong, loving man, but she’d accept his love, and thank God every day for the rest of her life.

“Elana?” Vanko nipped her shoulder. He released her hand and massaged her back with both hands in long, slow, soothing strokes. “Do you want that also?”

“Yes.” She resumed stroking his cock, moving her weaker hand to cuddle his heavy balls. “I love you, Vanko. I want to live with you, be your wife, have your children. And I want it sooner rather than later.”

“I love you, Elana Chernov Fabrizzio.” Vanko cupped her face and looked into her eyes. “Be mine forever. Be my wife.”

“Yes…yes, yes!” She stared at him, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. “God, please, yes.”

He leaned in and took her lips in a sweet nibbling kiss. “So sweet. So brave. And all mine.” He growled as he swept the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. “Stop crying,
lyubimaya
.”

“How could you love me so quickly? You knew nothing about me before Saturday.” Elana rubbed her cheek against his and relinquished her hold on his penis. She twined her good arm around his neck and rested her right hand on his lean waist.

“I wanted you from the moment you made jokes in the Hummer. You were wounded, but still you treated the incident with valor and humor. Love came quickly after that. You were meant to be mine. The one woman I’d searched for all my life.” Vanko kissed her again. “Let’s take our shower. I want to get you clean and bandaged, fed and back in bed so you can rest.”

“What about this?” She swept a finger down his cock. It bobbed at her touch.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” Elana looked at the shower. “I can stroke you, then finish you off in my mouth. There’s a bench just the right height.” She licked her lips and hummed. “I like your taste…and I will swallow,” she murmured in a low, throaty voice she’d never used before in her life.

Vanko muttered under his breath, “I’m a fucking lucky bastard.”

Elana laughed. “Yes, you are.”

Vanko swept his thumb over her lips. “I love to hear you laugh. I promise our life will be filled with both love and laughter.”

“I know,
masik
.” She sucked his thumb into her mouth and loved his answering groan. “Now how about that shower blow job so we can get through the list of other things you wish to accomplish this morning?” She winked.

Before she knew it, she was in the shower and seated gently on the bench. “Comfortable,
lyubimaya
?”

Elana smiled. “Yes,
sladkie
.” She stroked a finger over his thigh and then over his cock.

“Tease.” Vanko growled and turned on the shower, aiming the showerhead away until the water got hot before switching it back to wet their bodies. Her man had it all under control, and all she had to do was go along for the ride.

“That’s so good,
lyubimaya
.” Vanko watched through slitted eyes as Elana jerked him off in the shower. The look of fierce concentration on her face was almost as arousing as the feel of her small hand around his slippery cock. “Squeeze a little harder as you stroke. I’m close.”

Elana looked at him from under her long lashes and grinned. “Will this help?”

Before he could stop her, she leaned forward slightly from where she sat on the shower bench and covered his cockhead with her mouth.
Sweet fucking God!
Her mouth was so hot and soft and lush, he clenched his jaw and tried to keep from coming too soon. He wanted the feeling of her mouth on him to last forever. When she flicked her agile tongue over the top while still stroking him with her left hand and moved her right hand to massage his balls, he saw stars, and his cock erupted.