Sweetest Surrender (13 page)

She wrapped her hands around him, stroking them down his back and over his butt, tightening her fingers into his firm muscle when he pushed all the way inside her. Each time she dug her fingers into him she squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. And each time, his thrusts became more unsteady as he started to let go of that control. And each time he slammed into her, his cock hit that perfect spot designed to drive her insane.

“Come in me,” she whispered.

Her words set something loose inside him. Groaning, he buried his face against her neck, nipping her sensitive skin as he slammed into her, over and over, his tempo increasing as he found his release. As he let go of his own control, another orgasm surged through her.

Not as intense as the first, almost like an after effect of it. But it was spine-tingling nonetheless, her inner walls rippling around him as he climaxed, groaning her name over and over until he basically collapsed on her.

She could tell he was still holding most of his weight off her, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him, nuzzling against his neck. “That was amazing.”

“You are amazing.” He softly raked his teeth against her earlobe, making her shiver, before he raised his head and nipped her bottom lip. “And we’re just getting started.”

Chapter 12

Angel jerked awake at the feel of something cold touching her feet. Rolling over in Vadim’s bed, she realized he was fast asleep, his arm stretched out over her bare stomach. When she glanced down she saw Charlie half on the bed, nudging her foot insistently.

A quick glance at Vadim’s slim digital clock told her it was two in the morning. And she knew what the dog wanted. Slowly, she slid out from Vadim’s grip. Or tried to. Before she’d fully pulled free, his hand tightened against her belly.

“Where are you going?” he murmured sleepily.

“To get Charlie a treat. She’s hungry.”

Vadim grunted and muttered something in Russian before releasing her. He looked so adorable sleeping that she didn’t want to leave him, but the past few nights she’d been here Charlie had woken her looking for a handout. Angel knew she’d have to stop the dog’s habit because she didn’t want to get woken up at two every night, but she’d indulge her for now. Charlie’s schedule and home life had been changed because of Angel, so she didn’t mind. Snagging a T-shirt from one of Vadim’s drawers she slipped it on and hurried to the kitchen.

Just as she’d suspected, the dog didn’t whine at the locked doggy door, she went straight for the pantry and nudged it with her nose.

“You are so spoiled,” Angel murmured, opening the door and giving her one of the green bones.

After Charlie ran off to her living room bed, Angel hurried back to Vadim’s room and slipped under the covers. The moment she did, he tugged her close and she could feel his half-hard length pressing against her thigh when she threw it over his waist.

Laying her head on his chest, she murmured, “Don’t even think about it. I’m too tired.” He’d been like a machine the past few hours and they’d only just dozed off about an hour ago. They’d had sex, eaten, had sex again, showered with him going down on her, then gone to bed, only to have him wake her up again for more sex—and she was exhausted. Not to mention sore, but in the best way possible.

He chuckled, his fingers sliding under the T-shirt and stroking lightly against her back as she curled into him, but he didn’t make a move to take things any further.

Starting to doze, all she could think about was the first time she’d gotten the courage to talk to him. He’d always seemed so aloof, and for some reason he’d fascinated her. She’d gone out of her way to fly under the radar everywhere she worked, not making too many friends, but the man had called to her on the most primal level. As sleep started to pull her under, she couldn’t help but smile as she remembered their first conversation.

“Hi, are you looking for Hayden?” she asked the tall blond man she’d seen around the casino. She’d heard a couple of the female servers whispering about him and she was intrigued. Okay, more than intrigued. This man was deliciously sexy.

He tilted his head to the side a fraction, as if assessing her. “Yes.”

“Thought so. He’s in the back with Sierra, helping her with something, but between you and me I don’t think he’s helping her so much as trying to get some private time in her office.” It was no secret Sierra had started dating one of the heads of security a couple months earlier and the man was there all the time now. Of course Hayden had been hanging out at the Cloud since it opened because of the chef. No one was shocked they’d finally gotten together.

To her surprise, the blond man half-smiled. “Thank you. I’ll just wait at the bar.”

“Do you want company?” she asked, unable to stop herself. She was never like this with men, especially not since she’d gone on the run.

His eyebrows raised, those pale blue eyes glinting with something she couldn’t define, but he nodded.

“I’m Angel,” she said as she slid onto one of the bar stools next to him.

“Vadim.” He still watched her curiously.

“That’s an interesting name.” When he didn’t respond, she nervously shifted in her seat before catching the bartender’s eye. The woman smiled and poured her a glass of wine without Angel having to tell her. It was impressive how the bartender seemed to remember everyone’s preferred drink.

“It’s Russian.” Vadim’s response was a little delayed, taking her off guard, but she smiled.

“I like it. Vadim.” When she said his name, his eyes seemed to almost darken, but then he looked away and motioned to the bartender. The woman knew his preferred drink too, which was top shelf Scotch.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in here with the other security guys.” But she had seen him around the hotel, usually with Hayden or Jay Wentworth. And sometimes with Iris Christiansen.

He gave what might have been a half-shrug, it was hard to tell. He just pinned her with those blue eyes, as if he was trying to see inside her head. It was a little disconcerting. Not creepy, just like he was trying to figure her out.

“So are you from Russia?”

He shook his head. “No. Chicago. My mother was an immigrant though and didn’t know any English. It’s why I still have a slight accent.” He seemed almost surprised at himself for a moment as he spoke.

She couldn’t imagine why. Snagging one of the napkins, she started folding it into origami without looking at it. She needed to keep her hands busy. Vadim was so sexy, so absolutely male, he made her knees weak. She was glad she was sitting. “So what do you need Hayden for?”

“Security issue.” His answer was blunt, his expression shuttered. Maybe he thought she was fishing for security information. She’d noticed that most of the security people here kept a tight lid on what they did, which was understandable. “Where are you from?”

His question took her off guard, though it shouldn’t have since she’d asked him first. She hated lying, but had gotten used to it. “Small town in Georgia.” She stuck to her Southern roots, knowing she couldn’t hide her slight accent and that most people wouldn’t know the difference between a Georgia and Louisiana accent.

When he didn’t respond, she started to feel weird, like she’d cornered him into this conversation he didn’t want to have. God, what was wrong with her? She was so fucking lonely, that’s what. And he probably thought she was weird. Feeling embarrassed, she handed him the owl then laid a bill on the bar to cover her drink. She took another big sip, not wanting to leave the full glass sitting there. “Well, I’ve gotta go if I don’t want to miss my bus. It was nice to meet you.”

When she stood, he slid off his stool. “Do you need a ride?” He seemed to startle himself as he asked the question, which made him adorable.

Okay, now she was really shocked, but oddly enough not uncomfortable. After she’d gone on the run she’d gotten really good at reading people and Vadim was just being nice. “Uh, no, I’m okay. The bus goes right by my apartment complex. Hopefully I’ll see you around though?”

He nodded, half-smiling in that cute way of his before he sat back down.

“Angel,” Vadim murmured against her ear, his light stubble tickling her face. He hadn’t shaved last night and she liked the feel of it against her skin. “What are you dreaming about? You’re smiling.”

“Mm, you,” she mumbled drowsily, not fully awake, but when his big hand cupped her mound, she moaned. “Are you on drugs or something? You’re truly a machine.”

He nipped her bottom lip, but she still hadn’t opened her eyes. “No drugs, just you. Now that you’re letting me touch you, I’m not going to stop.”

She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “I was dreaming about the first time we met. I was so nervous talking to you.”

He snorted and nipped her lip again as he dipped a finger inside her sheath. She was tender, but he felt so good. “You were adorable. And confusing.”

She arched into his hold, already growing wet from his light stroking. “Confusing?” she managed to gasp out when he added another finger.

“I didn’t understand why you were talking to me.” He nipped lower, raking his teeth over her jaw as he withdrew his fingers.

“Uh, because you have that whole mysterious, sexy thing going on. I couldn’t help myself.” She stroked her hands over his shoulders, her fingers tightening on the flex of his muscles as he moved.

He didn’t comment, just started to lift the hem of her T-shirt. He paused when his cell phone started buzzing across his nightstand, but after a moment he ignored it and tugged the shirt off.

Her nipples instantly hardened under his gaze and when he dipped his head to one of them, she slid her fingers through his hair, clutching him to her. Not that she was afraid he’d go anywhere. He’d made it clear he wanted her in a way no one ever had.

It was a little intimidating to be on the receiving end of so much hunger, but she loved it, especially since she felt the same way. When his phone buzzed again, she pushed at his shoulder.

“Vadim, it could be important.”

He lifted his head, glanced at the clock, then grabbed his phone. She thought he’d answer it but after he looked at the caller ID he turned it off.

She started to protest, but he went right back to what he was doing, covering her body with his as he lightly pressed his teeth against her nipple. She spread her legs, letting him settle over her. “Are you sure…you can ignore that?” She didn’t want him to get in trouble at work, but it was hard to care much about anything when he’d started teasing her.

Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and started slowly stroking him. He shuddered against her, but didn’t answer so she guessed that meant yes, he could do any damn thing he wanted. Which was good because the need building inside her was growing each second that ticked by.

When he moved to her other breast, she tightened her hold on him, stroking a little faster. He still needed to put a condom on and she liked feeling him without any barrier. As she squeezed harder, he pulled back, his breathing rough. Without a word, he leaned over and reached for the open box on the nightstand.

As he moved, she slid out from under him and pushed up on her knees. “I want to be on top.” The words came out in a rush. He was so damn dominating, which she loved, but she wasn’t sure he’d want her to take charge.

He gave her one of those sexy half-smiles as he slowly rolled the condom over his thick length. Stretching out on his back, he placed his hands behind his head, the action making the muscles in his arms flex, reminding her how powerful he was. Not that she’d forgotten. Staring at him laid out like that, with the dawn light just starting to stream through the window, she thought he looked like utter perfection. Faded white scars nicked his chest, stomach, biceps and even his hands, though she couldn’t see those at the moment. When her gaze landed on his cock, her inner walls tightened again as she thought of what it would feel like to have him pushing deep into her. Or maybe she’d take him in her mouth first.

“You gonna stare all morning?” he murmured wickedly.

“Maybe I will.” But she had no willpower. And she wasn’t sure if he’d change his mind about letting her be on top. She wanted to take advantage of it, wanted to ride him and be in control as they both came.

Sliding her leg over his hips, she straddled him and took his thick length in her hand. He was so hard she didn’t really need to guide him to her entrance, but she liked wrapping her fingers around him.

Meeting his gaze, she slowly slid down over him, sucking in a breath at the feel of his thickness filling her. His pale eyes seemed to glitter against the increasing sunlight from outside. He arched into her, grabbing onto her hips as she sank completely onto him.

She ran her palms over his chest as she lifted up then pushed back down, slowly starting to ride him. Her hair fell forward over her breasts and Vadim’s hungry gaze tracked the movements. Every inch of him felt incredible, just as intense as that first time.

His fingers tightened on her hips, his eyes going molten as he held her in place over him. Suddenly she realized that while she was on top, he was still the one in control. The thought made more heat rush between her legs, her inner walls flexing convulsively around him. When she tried to move, he held her firm.