Czech Mate

by Sloane Taylor

  “Ah, hand-eye coordination, eh?”

  He grunted. Next he had to feel her breasts. Lord, he prayed he could do this as easily and purely as if he were gauging a cousin’s size.

  She straightened her shoulders, and her full breasts bounced.

  “Stand still.” His words came out thick and gruff.

  She giggled as if she knew exactly the torment he suffered and enjoyed it.

  “Biti.” He groaned. “Please, Lacey, you are making it hard.”

  Laughter rang out, and her breasts bobbed with the movement. His aching cock leaped to attention.

  He gritted his teeth. “I am happy you take pleasure in our predicament.”

  Her shoulders shook as she made a poor attempt to regain a semblance of good behavior.

  “Vic, you’re just too damned easy to read.” She grabbed his wrists and planted his hands firmly onto her breasts. Her grin widened. “Now that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

  His throat closed, stopping the words that needed to come out. Her eyes softened as she looked deep into his. Kristus, he wanted her. Right then. The hell with his fucking principles.

  “Lacey, we need to continue.”

  “I completely agree,” she whispered, leaning into him.

  Her soft breasts filled his palms. His thumbs were poised over her stiff nipples. He could not bring himself to release her as his thumbs drew small circles along her supple skin.

  She swiped her tongue across her lips. The action stiffened his cock even more, as if that were possible.

  “Vic, it’s all right.” She smiled and turned her face up to his.

  Kersati.

  “You should do this when I’m naked.”

  His balls constricted as he stood frozen to the carpet.

  Chapter Four

  Dragan’s large hands dangled at his sides.

  The need for them to massage her belly created a teasing itch between her legs that only he had the power to relieve. Obviously, she had to get this too-in-control giant to relax. She stepped back and unhitched her wide belt and dropped it to the floor. “Accuracy is important to a seamstress.”

  She tugged the ends of her top over her head and tossed it out of the way. He lowered his eyes to her breasts and they bugged wide. Clearly he’d never seen a shelf bra. His Adam’s apple jumped as he stared at her exposed breasts and rigid nipples resting on red Venetian lace. At this rate, the poor guy would have a coronary when he caught a glimpse of her silk bow thong.

  “Vic, maybe you should breathe.”

  He glanced up, confusion imprinted on his face. She glided a thumb along his furrowed brow.

  “Never mind.”

  Lacey undid her skirt buttons and zipper. She performed a quick hip wiggle, and the cheap cloth lumped onto the plush carpet. A whoosh of air breezed past his dry lips as he fixed on the blood-red ruby dangling from her navel.

  “It’s not one of those phony laboratory made things.” She fingered the two gems joined by a solid gold band. “This is my celebration gift to me.”

  He reached out his hand, then yanked it away, almost as if he were embarrassed to touch the shiny stones. Or her bare skin.

  She lifted his hands and laid them on her waist. “You need to do this, Vic.”

  He looked up, the skin pulled tight across his cheekbones, and nodded.

  His warm fingers grazed the small of her back, the span reaching almost to her spine. A twinge of fear iced her heart at the strength of this big stranger who could snap her in half and no one would ever know. Somehow that thought heightened her excitement and erased all caution.

  She slid her hands up his soft cashmere jacket sleeves until she reached his broad shoulders. His breaths came in short pants as she pressed her lower abdomen into the hard-on tenting his trousers.

  “Isn’t this bet—” Her words were swallowed up by his kiss. She twined her fingers into his thick hair as his tongue warred with hers, creating a need she’d never known.

  Her body throbbed as she stepped between his spread legs. The desire to have every inch of his solid frame pressed against her virtually naked skin overpowered her. Her breasts brushed his jacket front. Fire streaked across her pinched nipples and coiled low into her belly.

  His hand skated lower and cupped her ass cheek, setting a new track of flame that blazed to her aching clit.

  “Touch me,” she whimpered, trembling on shaky legs. “Touch me from behind. I have to feel you inside me.”

  A feral growl spilled from him, filling the soundless room as his fingers dipped beneath the thin strap nestled between her butt cheeks. He moved his hand lower until he stopped to massage the tender skin along her asshole. Too soon he inched closer to her swollen vulva. She bit her bottom lip. She tensed as she dug her fingertips into his shoulders and waited for the divine sensation that offered relief.

  “You are so hot. So wet.” His thick accent and deep voice pushed her closer to the edge.

  He nuzzled her left ear and nipped at the delicate flesh below the lobe. As if they had a mind of their own, her hips rotated, encouraging him, begging him to end her torture.

  One finger slid into her, then another, while his thumb separated her folds, seeking her nub. The pleasure pain was sublime. The pressure built to a crescendo. She pumped against him, needing the release that would right her world. A hot rush burst over her. She clutched him tighter. Ground harder. And bit her lip until a salty metal taste dampened her tongue. Her body convulsed in a volley of delicious shivers.

  She wanted more, much more of him.

  His hand fell away and left an emptiness and need where only a moment before was utter bliss.

  She looked into his dilated pupils, ready to speak, but coherent words refused to come. His face muscles relaxed into a tender smile. How could she have thought him unattractive?

  He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, and whispered into her hair, “We are not through, Lacey. I am going to feast on you. Savor you as if you were priceless caviar and fine champagne.”

  Dragan cursed himself for his weakness, and he was ashamed he had lost all control. Yet he could not stop himself from scooping Lacey into his arms and heading for his bedroom.

  A soft pleasant sound came from her throat as she wrapped her arms around him and cuddled into his neck. Her nibbles and licks encouraged him to walk faster.

  He kicked open the unlatched door and walked through, careful not to scrape her legs on the frame.

  In three long strides, he laid her onto the duvet. Her tousled hair and flushed cheeks were magnificent against the white cover. He continued down to the strange bra, one he had never seen before but thoroughly appreciated, that held her glorious breasts as if they were succulent fruit on a serving tray, ready for him to taste. He tossed his jacket to the floor and toed off his shoes. With one hand, he traced her flat stomach and circled to her unique thong with the silky bow in the back that reminded him of a present. And yes, she was. He skimmed her long legs from the thigh-high nylons to the sexy high heels he reluctantly had to remove before the sharp stilettos stabbed him in the ass.

  He hooked his trousers with his thumbs and shoved them down his legs. His cock sprang free and her eyes widened.

  “The lack of underwear is my only downfall.”

  She nodded and a shock of curls cascaded across her breast. He cleared his throat.

  “Commando is a good thing.”

  He worked the buttons free from his shirt and loosened his tie. The bed shifted when he sat to peel off his socks.

  “You have a beautiful body.” Her words came out breathless.

  His engorged cock pulsed at the sound.

  She scooted closer and traced a fingernail across his shoulder, the flesh skittering as she made her way to the other side. How would thos
e long nails feel scraping against his tight balls?

  He knelt on the coverlet, ready to trap her between his arms and fulfill his promise to her, but she rose up on her elbow.

  “Vic, I’m good with this.”

  Her eyes roamed along his body and lingered over his cock. She swiped a moist tongue across her lips and he stifled a groan.

  “I know I’m pressuring you here, and I—”

  “Shush. Now is not the time for a long conversation, Lacey.” He laid a finger on her kiss-swollen lips. “You are a beautiful woman, and I want to make you happy. Prove to you that you are appreciated.”

  She pulled at his forearms. “Then stop talking and make love to me.”

  He leaned forward, the need to taste her unbearably strong. She curved an arm around his neck, tugging him closer, as her moist tongue darted out and traced the seam of his mouth. Her soft breasts pressed into his heaving chest. The pointy nipples shot electric sparks along his muscles. Need and desire rocketed through him as he deepened their kiss. One short week with this unique woman would never be enough to satisfy him.

  Her slender body moved beneath him. Her gift-wrapped pussy brushed his rock-hard cock. He gritted his teeth and mentally recited the parameters for the new computer program he wanted to develop, while another part of his mind counted the wooden squares on his headboard. He needed to do anything not to come before her moist heat enveloped him.

  He kissed her again, then journeyed lower, along her neck and shoulders, savoring the honey scent on her skin as he licked his way down her body until her stiff nipples were only a lap away. He moved back just enough to lift her breast to his hungry mouth.

  “Oh, God, Dragan, please.” Her voice broke on a sob as she ripped away her thong. “I want that big mother cock of yours inside me now.”

  He glanced at her narrow hips. He was afraid of hurting her if he mounted too soon. He stroked her hot pussy, the heat a beacon to his cock. His balls seized as he circled her vagina with his index finger, testing her wetness. Confident she could handle him, he spread her thighs farther apart and inched slowly into her.

  Her eyes flew open, and she dug her fingernails hard into his back. Dragan jerked out and reared up.

  “Lacey, is this painful?” Kristus, he never wanted to harm her, now or in any aspect of their relationship. “Are you injured?”

  “What?” She blinked several times as if trying to focus. “Oh no, Vic, it’s wonderful. You’re wonderful.”

  Her hand trailed between them along his chest, then lower, and wrapped around his aching cock. She hiked up her hips and rubbed his engorged head along her swollen flesh.

  “You just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll try to keep up.”

  Control was gone.

  Dragan drove into Lacey with a need he had never experienced. The faster he rode her, the harder she pounded against him, her wet flesh slapping against his balls.

  Intense sensation flooded through him.

  Hot.

  Wet.

  Pleasure pain.

  Her muscles gripped him tighter. Milking him.

  The sensation swirled him into a vortex.

  His body tensed, stiffened until he thought the sinew would snap.

  “Lacey, I am going to come.” He reared his head back, clenching his jaw, and the world disintegrated into a thousand shards of vibrant colors.

  His arms trembled as his mind eventually came back to the present. He looked into her smiling face. The word forever inched into his mind and refused to leave. Without her, he would never find such ecstasy again.

  Chapter Five

  Dragan stood outside the bathroom door. His lips twitched as Lacey’s muted off-key tones sounded through the thick wood. The familiar words of the popular American song came from a generation different from his, one his young staff bellowed through his halls while their too often worn iPods dangled from their ears.

  He had raised his hand to knock when the panel flew open, and she stood before him in her sexy black-and-white high heels with that feathery thing draped around her shoulders. And that was all. A cloud of honey floated up to him. She had showered with the new soap he brought back from his last business trip to Munich. He put out his hands to steady her, but instead he caressed her soft shoulders.

  Her eyes widened as she stood there.

  “Lacey, I apologize. I was going to knock just as you opened the door.”

  “Vic, aren’t we supposed to be somewhere important soon?” Her minty breath tickled his cheek. “So tell me, did you order the dress? Did Magda go for sexy or ultra elegant? Will my boa go with it?”

  He wrapped a handful of pink feathers around his fist, skimmed his knuckles across her peaked nipples, and tugged her closer. Nothing would please him more than not to ever see another item cover her magnificent body. Perhaps that bow thing she had worn earlier. His cock must have liked the thought, too, if the pressure against his fly was any indication.

  She tapped his shoulder and grinned as if she read his mind.

  “The gown should be here within minutes.” He stroked her again and regretted their time constraint.

  “You look very nice in a tuxedo.” Her fingers traveled along his lapel until she stopped at the small medal pinned to his breast pocket. The joy disappeared from her face. “What’s this? Are we going to a military function?”

  “No, it is a dinner hosted by the International Technological Association of Scientists, remember?”

  “Explain.” She flipped the silver double-headed eagle with a fingernail.

  “Science and technology interest me.” He shrugged and hated to admit they were his true passions. His boyhood friends had harassed him enough through those poverty-stricken days. He did not need the woman he could not keep his hands off laughing at him. Only Arnost had taken him seriously and showed him the right path.

  “And?” She cocked her head to the side while examining the one family heirloom he had been able to retain.

  “A small remembrance of my family.” Heat crawled up his neck, and the damn bowtie seemed to have shrunk.

  Before he confessed anything more, a discreet knock sounded on the suite door. A lanky bellman with a large box in hand craned his neck to look inside the room. Dragan snatched the package and dismissed him with a crisp nod.

  Lacey peeked around the bedroom doorjamb and was tempted to waggle her fingers at the Ichabod Crane lookalike, until Dragan’s Marine Gunnery Sergeant take-charge voice stopped her dead. A mental image of her father in his greens with his basic cover low on his forehead almost put her in a cold sweat. She scurried to the bathroom, then tied the fleecy robe securely around her waist, as if the gray cloth could protect her.

  “Where are you?”

  Damn it! She kneaded her temples and almost erased the unwanted images. The door pushed open as she cringed against the sink.

  “There is nothing to worry you.” Dragan took a step forward with a big grin creasing his cheeks. “Your dress is here.”

  “Great. Just doing a few last minute touchups.” She glanced in the mirror, plucked at a curl, then breezed past him, grateful her stupid moment had ended. “You know us girls. Always hate to leave the bathroom until we do one last check.”

  A shiny white box wrapped in a wide gold ribbon sat on the rumpled bed. Excited to see what his friend had come up with, Lacey tossed the top to the side and rustled her way through a mountain of gold tissue paper. Inside lay an exquisite black silk gown that would make any woman feel like a queen. With great care, she lifted the dress by its shoulders and shook the delicate fabric free from any remaining tissue.

  “My God, it’s gorgeous!” Afraid to wrinkle the smoky material, she turned toward the cheval mirror and gingerly held the sleek garment to her body. “The mid-calf length is perfect and this will fi
t.”

  Dragan walked up behind her. His overpowering presence filled the extra mirror space, but not the void between her thighs.

  “I do not wish you to wear panties tonight.” He massaged her shoulders, slipping the robe away. “I want to slide my hand along the inside of your thigh and feel your moisture on my fingertips before they slip inside you.”

  Tingles played tag on her skin with each lusty word.

  “You must sit perfectly still.” He nipped at her neck and pressed his wonderful hard-on into her back. “Can you do that while I caress you in public?”

  Not a chance.

  “Of course.” She snorted. “You only assume you have some magical sexual hold on me.”

  His eyebrow shot up as a smirk spread his mouth. He didn’t believe one word, but hell, neither did she.

  Another knock on the door ended what could have been fantastic sack time.

  “Your shoes have arrived.”

  He turned away. His swift movement created a cool breeze across her heated flesh.

  Shoes? Torn between her one love in life and miffed he thought she didn’t have decent footwear, Lacey laid the dress on the bed, smoothing a slight crease away, then high-tailed it into the living room.

  Her hands itched to fling open the beige cardboard box, but he held it just out of reach. She stretched on her tiptoes. He raised the goodies higher.

  “You don’t play fair.”

  “True.” He took her elbow and marched her to a wingback chair. “Let me see if they fit.” He dropped to one knee and peeled off the lid to reveal sexy black suede sling backs. “Madame, your foot please.”

  She crossed her legs. He caught her dangling foot in the palm of his warm hand. Heat streaked up her calf at the intimate contact more sensual than any foreplay.

  “I don’t have nylons.” How stupid. Like the man had no eyes.

  “Not a problem. I do.” He reached in his pocket and slipped out a fresh pair of thigh-highs.