The Billionaire's Gentle Rescue (The Sisterhood) (17 page)

The Russian’s Tender Lover

“That was amazing!” she yelled out, jumping into his arms and hugging him, throwing her arms around his shoulders in her delight.

When she realized what she was doing, she tried to jump back, but his arms had already closed around her waist and held her still. “Don’t go,” he said, looking down at her, his voice husky.

“I’m sorry,” she said and tried to drop her hands, but his own skimmed up her back and he shook his head. “I’m not,” he said a moment before his mouth touched hers. Tentatively at first, as if he was testing to see if she would stop him. But when she simply stood there, waiting for more, her head turned up to his as if ready for the next step, he was more than willing to go there. His mouth covered hers more firmly this time, nibbling at her lips, moving across hers, his hands molding her body against his, pulling her tighter. And when she responded, kissing him back while her hands slid up his chest, he became more aggressive.

His fingers slid through her hair, pulling her head back and giving him greater access. As his mouth moved over hers, Darcy thrilled to the taste, the feel of him against her. He was so large and her fingers ran across his muscled chest, exploring and feeling, testing the surface just as he was doing to her mouth, his tongue invading, making her moan in reaction and need.

As his hand slid inside her wet shirt, his fingers unerringly found her breast, pushing away the bra and discovering the fullness, the shape and absorbing her gasp of surprise in his mouth. He was surprised as well, amazed at how perfectly she fit in his hand, how soft and wonderful she felt and when his thumb rubbed against her nipple, he had to hold her against him as her knees gave up.

Darcy didn’t want the feelings to stop but she couldn’t control the shivering his hands were causing. And when he laid her down in the sand, she curled up against him, wanting to feel all of him. Her knee bent and she thrilled when his hips pressed against hers, finding just the right spot to press, making her wiggle underneath his large body.

“Sergei!” she gasped when his warm mouth closed over her cold nipple through the shirt, her hand clenching at his hair in desperation. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, arching into his mouth and loving the way he felt.

“I don’t intend to,” he growled and pulled her shirt up, then yanking the cup of her bra down so he could see as well as taste. “You’re beautiful,” he said as his hot gaze looked down at her breast uncovered now and Darcy smiled, closing her eyes and feeling soft and feminine, incredibly sexy.

Her hands were in his hair, traveling down his shoulders then running back up against his stomach muscles. She loved the way he looked as well but she couldn’t get the words past her lips. The issue was a combination of the new feelings and a painful shyness that overcame her at that moment.

Sergei didn’t know what was going through her mind, all he knew was that this woman excited him beyond words. Beyond anything he’d ever experienced with another woman. And he’d have her, he thought with determination.

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