Where the Sun Hides (Seasons of Betrayal #1) (16 page)

It should have been the time, but it wasn’t.

Violet’s smaller hands enclosed his, letting him pull the
straps down around her arms. Kaz’s gaze lowered when his palms slid across her
sensitive skin, and pushed the lacy cups of the bra away. She sighed when the
pads of his thumbs brushed over her pebbling nipples once, then twice.

At the third swipe, her exhale was a little more ragged
than the last.

“Those sounds,” he said low.

Violet looked up to find him staring at her mouth.

“What about them?” she asked.

“I want more of them—louder.”

“Louder?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’d like to remember them in the morning.”

Violet wet her bottom lip. “I suppose that depends on how
this next part goes, huh?”

Kaz smirked. “That, I’m not worried about.”

She didn’t get the chance to respond before he was pulling
her away from the wall without a word. Her bare feet stumbled over the jacket,
and she fell into him. Kaz had her spinning around just as fast, and backed
into the open door connecting to the bathroom. His next kiss was harder than
the last, his teeth dragging over her lips as his hands worked at the clip on
the front of her bra, taking it off, too. She tugged at his belt, getting it
undone and loose enough to yank it from the loops.

A whine escaped from her throat when his teeth sunk into
her jaw as he lifted her against the door. The fast movement shocked her for a
second, leaving her breathless when she realized she wasn’t touching the floor
anymore.

He lifted her easily—like she was a fucking feather and it
was nothing for him.

With her legs wrapped tight around his waist, the insistent
push of his hips against her center brought her attention right back to the
erection under his pants and the throbbing between her thighs. It was enough to
make her arch into him, wanting to feel more, and wanting less space and
clothing between them.

“Fuck,” he mumbled into her neck.

Violet shuddered. “Yeah.”

Her back came away from the door, and she grabbed his jaw
as he walked through into the bathroom, still holding her tight. His fingers
dug into her backside hard enough to leave fingerprints behind. She pulled him
in for another kiss that seared her from the inside out, his roughness leaving
her skin stinging and her heart racing.

She couldn’t even feel the counter hit her ass until Kaz
took a step back and let her go. But just as fast as he moved away, he was
right back on her, fingers working at the button of her jeans until it was
undone and he could pull the zipper down.

“Up,” he said hoarsely.

Violet complied, lifting up and using her hands on the
counter to keep balanced as he tugged her jeans down her hips and over her
legs. His hands met her bare thighs, fingers biting into her skin as he pulled
her to the edge of the counter. A small tremor worked its way through her body
when he eyed the blue lace panties that matched the bra he’d already pulled
off.

“I swear women buy delicate shit like this just to see if a
man will rip them off.”

Oh, God.

Violet’s teeth sunk into her lip. “I bought them because I
liked them.”

Kaz lifted a single brow, watching her. “Then I won’t ruin
them.”

“Should I thank you?”

“I won’t ruin them this time,” he pressed on.

That lump returned in Violet’s throat.

This time
…

Because there would be more.

He wanted more.

So did she.

“Up,” he repeated.

Violet lifted again, allowing Kaz to peel her panties down
her legs with a slowness that said he enjoyed taking them off a great deal more
than he had when it was just her pants. She couldn’t help but hold her breath
as his fingers grazed her skin. His gaze followed the path of her legs straight
up to the junction between her thighs, and he moved forward again.

His hands were already back on her thighs the second her
panties dropped to the floor. The softest tap of his palms to her inner thighs
voiced his unspoken request. She answered it, widening her legs for him, and
resting her trembling hands to the counter.

She thought he might take his time to look her over, take
her in, entirely naked like she was. And he did, for a brief moment. Long
enough to heat her blood, and make her think he had found exactly what he
wanted, just by the way he opened his mouth to speak, and … nothing came out.

Violet had been with men before—not a lot, as far as that
went. More times than she cared to count, her beauty had been praised as an
asset she should be proud of. It had never been admired—she had never been
treated—like it was something that a man was proud to have.

And it stunned her.

The way Kaz watched her, his fingers sweeping her skin and
exploring like they were, stunned her.

“You’re doing it again,” she heard him say.

Violet fell from her thoughts with a bang. “Doing what?”

“Overthinking.”

She didn’t think so.

Not this time.

Slowly, like he meant for her to feel every press and
caress of his fingers, they came closer to the junction of her thighs until his
knuckles grazed her center. She jerked at the light touch, feeling the shock it
caused begin to spread from her sex to her middle.

Heat pool when he stepped closer, fitting between her legs,
and stroking her again.

More the second time.

Harder.

Closer.

Violet’s thoughts slipped away when two of his fingers
glided over her slit, sinking into her pussy without him saying a single word.
Her responding cry came out high and broken.

Because fuck … he curled them on the first thrust and she
couldn’t breathe.

Kaz’s white teeth flashed in a sinful grin as he watched
her, knowing. “There …”

“
Yeah
.”

Measured, but fast enough to make her shake, his fingers
worked her sex. Violet’s mouth went dry as the sounds crawled from her throat
without her permission. Her fingers curled against the counter, her nails
biting into her palms. She was hot under his touch, mindless, and it was
wonderful.

“So wet,” he told her, bending down so that their noses
touched and his lips swept hers as he spoke. “Tight and wet around me, Violet.
Jesus.”

She still couldn’t fucking breathe.

“Oh, my God.”

“Give it to me,” he demanded.

His words came out clipped and dark—rough like his fingers
that were digging into her inner thigh. That bite of pain was enough of a shock
to make her gasp in a lungful of air.

“Come on,” he urged.

His fingers stroked faster, harder. Then his thumb flicked
up, driving into her clit as his digits curled on the next thrust.

Violet shattered. She was gone in a flash—suspended in a
moment where she couldn’t feel anything at all, and she couldn’t hear the words
Kaz was saying. Sensation started to hit, and it started from her center and
swiftly worked its way through the rest of her body.

Like a live wire, her nerves snapped from the intensity.

“
Kaz
…”

“Just like that,” he said. His voice was dark and heady in
her ear as he kissed the spot under her ear. “My name, just like that, Violet.”

She panted, letting her fingers uncurl from their tight
fists. They literally ached from how hard she had pressed them into the
counter. Tilting her head back to the mirror, she reveled in his soft lips as
they moved over her neck with ghosts of kisses. Every so often, his tongue
would strike out and taste her for just a second before his teeth nipped at the
same spot.

But it calmed her.

Even as that heat started to build again, and his fingers
left her body, a fire burned.

Bright.

Hot.

So dangerous.

Kaz Markovic could quickly become a complication for
Violet. One she didn’t need.

Like a fucking addiction she couldn’t kick, swimming
through her veins.

He might already be one.

V
iolet admired the sight
of the small wave rushing up on the beach from the floor-to-ceiling windows
inside Kaz’s bedroom. Not a second after he had yanked her off the counter in
the bathroom, a phone had started ringing somewhere outside of his bedroom, and
after a quick internal struggle as to whether or not he was going to answer,
he’d deposited her on his bed with a quick “Stay”, as though there was anywhere
else she would rather be as he left to answer.

She hadn’t followed his instruction, not really, choosing
to go over to the windows and look out, wanting to see whatever he saw when he
stood in the same spot.

Stories had been told to her of Little Odessa, but from
what she could see, it wasn’t anything like those. It was beautiful at night,
the stars glinting off the water, waves crashing into the sand. Lights lit up
the buildings outside of Kaz’s apartment, making her eyes stretch across the
sprawling buildings, going on as far as the eye could see.

No, Little Odessa was nothing like she had been told, but
neither was Kaz.

Pressing her hand against the glass, she leaned closer,
looking everywhere she could, at least until she saw Kaz’s reflection suddenly
walking toward her through it. She didn’t turn to look at him however, merely
enjoyed the view.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked, a rough hand sliding
along her hip and around to rest on her stomach.

“Yeah.” But not as much as she enjoyed the sight of him.
There was no need to tell him that, though—his ego didn’t need it.

She could see people walking along the boardwalk, some even
on the beach despite the hour. For a moment, she wondered whether if they
looked up, would they be able to see them standing there in front of the
windows—her mostly naked, besides his shirt he had given her before leaving the
room, and him in his pants.

And even as the thought crossed her mind, she still didn’t
move.

“They could see you,” he said like he was reading her mind.
“If the lights were on in here.”

Violet raised a brow, musing over the people enjoying their
evening. “Huh.”

She shivered as Kaz’s hand slid lower, his fingertips
tapping a gentle beat against her pubic bone.

“I thought I told you to stay put,” he said in her ear.

“And I didn’t.”

Kaz stepped closer, his chest molding to Violet’s back.
Again, his fingers danced lower until the tips were brushing the spot just
above her clit.

Teasing, she knew.

“But since they can’t see me,” she started to say,
grinning, “I think I like it here.”

Kaz hummed a deep, lovely melody that rocked Violet
straight from her toes to her fingertips. And all the fucking spots in between.
When his hand tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, she tilted her head
as he tugged lightly. His lips grazed the back of her neck, peppering the side
of her throat and the part of her shoulder where his shirt had fallen down with
kisses.

Violet let out a soft sigh.

“I was right, you know,” he told her.

“About what?”

“You do taste sweet elsewhere.”

Violet laughed, feeling out of air already. “You’re too
good at this.”

“Hmm,” he replied, the sound vibrating against her pulse
point, “Only if the effort is worth it.”

She met his gaze in the reflection of the glass. “Was it?”

“You tell me.”

Violet opened her mouth to respond, but the words melted
into a quiet moan when his hand dipped between her thighs. Softer, and less
insistent than on the bathroom counter, he stroked her pussy until she was
shaking and gasping, but not quite on the edge where she might find that sweet
bliss again. No, he took his time, like he wanted to learn her body with just
his fingers alone, and hear all her sounds as he did.

Dark and husky whispers crawled over her skin, his words
soaking through her nervous system like a drug.

So soft
and
Like that, yes?

Dirtier and harsher when her legs began to shake and her
hands found the glass, wanting purchase on something.

Ride my fingers
and
Fucking come, Violet
.

She did … all over again. It wasn’t as fast and unrelenting
as that first time. It built up slower, clawed through her deeper, and she felt
every single second of it.

Violet barely heard the rustle of clothing behind her as
she desperately tried to come back down from yet another high. It was only the
crackle of foil that made her turn around. Kaz, condom in hand, was just
stepping out of his pants, and shoving his black boxer-briefs down at the same
time.

A sound—some crazy cross between a squeak and a groan—died
on her lips when his gaze snapped up and landed on her. She couldn’t help but
look down again, finding his hand circling his erection and palming the length
with slow strokes. Even in the dimness of the bedroom, she could still see the
thick vein on the underside of his cock pulse with each tug.

It made her throat tight.

Her stomach clenched.

“Yes,” she said as he took a step forward.

Kaz chuckled. “I didn’t ask anything.”

“You were going to. Yes, I like what I see.”

The sexiest grin bloomed on his face, reminding Violet yet
again that regardless of who Kaz was, he was still just a man underneath it
all.

A man that, right then, wanted her.

A man she wanted.

What was so wrong with that?

Violet’s back met the cold glass of the window as Kaz
stepped out of his boxer-briefs. She stayed silent and still, thoroughly
enjoying the sight of him naked.

Because he was a
sight
—something to admire.

Kaz make quick work of tearing the foil packet open, and
sliding the latex condom down his length. All the while, his eyes never left
her. She was still stuck watching his hand closing back around his shaft, and
the way his thumb swept the head of his cock every time he came to the tip.

His hard body pressed to her softer figure, and she swore
she could feel his heartbeat thrumming with the pulse in his shaft as it rested
against her skin.

Violet blew out a slow breath when Kaz’s hand caught her
under the chin, and urged her face upward.

“If you like it here—the window—we can stay right here,” he
said.

She nodded.

At that point, she didn’t think she was capable of much
else.

Violet straightened a little when Kaz’s free hand slid
along the small of her back, down over her ass, and then grabbed firmly to her
thigh. He bent down a little, just enough to hold onto her, and lift her up
effortlessly. Like earlier, it seemed she weighed nothing to him. Her legs
tightened around his hips, holding him there. Her one hand found his shoulder,
while the fingers of her other wrapped into the hair at the nape of his neck.
His mouth replaced his hand on her chin as he kissed up her jaw, across her
cheek, and then nipped at her bottom lip.

Between her thighs, his cock slid against her pussy with
every movement, spreading her silky wetness through her folds and rubbing along
her clit.

“Breathe,” she heard him whisper along the seam of her lips.

Violet took that breath when he demanded it, feeling his
free hand slide between their bodies. It was just the movement of his hand, the
slight shift of his hips, and he was there …

His length pressing against her entrance, the thick width
filling her full as her body stretched open to take him in. There was no
resistance when he flexed his hips again, and she was filled entirely.

Too full, even.

But it was fucking glorious.

Even the slight sting from him entering her as fast as he
did was quickly replaced with a deep, burrowing need digging its way through
her bloodstream.

She heard his sharp exhale muffled into her ear.

Time stopped—just like that.

A heavy relief, not quite as cloying as her release had
been, but no less intense, settled into her bones at just the feeling of him
inside her, her walls flexing and fluttering around his cock with each jostle
of their bodies.

“Shit,” he breathed.

Violet’s fingers tightened in his hair. His forehead hit
her shoulder a second before his cock was withdrawing from her sex, and then
slamming right back in again. Her shoulders hit the glass—hard.

Over and over.

Each thrust drove her closer to the precipice again.

His teeth embedded into her shoulder while a shudder racked
over his entire back.

Violet arched into his rhythm, wanting his fingers
squeezing her even harder, his bite stinging her even sharper, and his cock
fucking her even deeper.

She wanted all of that, but she couldn’t get the words out
to voice it.

The only sounds she made where a mixture of moans and
whimpers that matched his thrusts. Apparently, she didn’t have to say anything,
because he just knew.

Like he always seemed to.

His fingers on her thigh dug in, pushing her legs open more
and making her muscles burn. On the next thrust, he took her hard enough for it
to hurt, but in the best fucking way.

“
Oh
,” she mumbled.

Kaz’s hand left her waist and slid from her stomach up to
her throat. Violet gulped hard as his fingers curled around her throat, and he
finally lifted his head.

Gray eyes found her green ones. His jaw, tight and hard,
ticked under her palm. She thought he was beautiful like this—more so than any
other time. A little raw, maybe. Wild, even.

Colored dark around his edges as he chased a high with her.

So beautiful.

“Harder,” Violet told him.

Kaz bared his teeth, his grimace mixed heavily with
pleasure. “Come and I will.”

“I want it harder.”

“Come,” he growled.

Violet whined, feeling his fingertips bite into her throat
a little rougher than before. Her lips parted with a high cry, his name
following right behind. That seemed to do the trick for Kaz, before he leaned
close enough to lick her jaw before his teeth embedded into the same spot.

She came.

So hard.

Violet didn’t even feel the cold glass leave her back as
Kaz pulled her away from the window.

But her knees felt the messy bedsheets when he tossed her
onto it. He wasn’t done with her it seemed.

Not even close.

Deft, calloused fingers danced over Violet’s naked side,
tracing the curve in her waist, skipping down along her hip, and then back to
the small of her spine. She shivered, holding back giggles at the slight
tickling sensation running over her skin.

“Stop moving,” she heard muttered above her.

Violet tried not to squirm, but as Kaz’s fingertips grazed
over the crease of her knee, she couldn’t help but move.