Threat: Follow up to Stranded but not Alone (Dragoslava Connection)

by Cora Blu

  He eyed the desk then sent those warm eyes to her in a half-lidded apology. “Wait for me.” He blinked, rocking her side to side around the warming space backing her close to the wall beside the fireplace. “Then I’ll get a look at those bruises on your hip from the fall down the slope once we go to bed.”

  Once they go to bed, had been the last of his words she’d clung to as he shuffled over to the desk beneath the window.

  Making use of her time, she’d gone into the bathroom and undressed. Donning his brown robe she waited perched on the edge of his desk. Watching him, work always thrilled her. Watching him think was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Something about the intensity of his attention on the numbers and the slight tilt of his head sending black waves to curl over the tip of one ear, had her fingers flexing on the wood. The restless way he ran a hand through those waves when the numbers didn’t add up sent a tingle up her spine. His legs falling open when he reclined in the chair, frustrated, made the caress of air against her breasts uncomfortably sensual. The gentle tapping of his pencil’s rhythmic tune on the wooden surface of the desk and that knowing smile that pushed at the corners of his mouth, when it all came together, sped up her heart rate.

  Thirty minutes passed and Bethany gave up and jumped in the shower. Scrubbing a towel in her hair when she emerged to find Mikhail still at the desk, she stood at his back wrapped in a towel.

  “Sweetie, how much longer?” she asked eager for him to join her on the bed and held the bath sheet close to her breasts. He rubbed his head between her breasts when she rested against the back of his head lacing her arms around Mikhail’s neck nudging the collar of his sweater with her fingers.

  He pat her hand, bringing it to his lips. “Beth, you feel good and smell like candy,” he told her, kissing her fingertips. “Why don’t you go into the kitchen and pour us some wine. There’s a bottle of red in the kitchen help yourself.”

  She didn’t want wine she wanted him. He groaned when she ran her tongue along his ear and massaged her hands down his chest over the muscles under his sweater. Closing her hands on its hem she worked it up until he lifted his arms and let her take it all the way off.

  Bethany stopped and stepped back, irritated he wasn’t responding to her. “Am I boring you, Mikhail? You’re just typing away on the keyboard as if I’m not back here half naked.”

  “Come here,” he said pushing the chair back to hook his arm around her waist. He settled her on his lap and tipped the screen for her to see. “Read it, please.”

  Mr. Shamochernyi,

  I thought you would like to know on those samples you sent. The handwriting samples from the guest suite matches Mark Farber and the other sample from the note on the bag is inconclusive. The fingerprints weren’t clear enough.

  But on the email account, that was hacked into from outside of the company at a private residence. I’m waiting on the report. Munson doesn’t know I’m checking, so I’d keep this under wraps until I find out exactly from where.

  I’ll keep you informed.

  RK

  “My connection in the forensics office down town is a client,” he said excited. But she was horny.

  She leaned back against his chest his arms came around her breast his mouth on her neck. They had a solid lead to go with what they’d heard in the loft.

  “Glad you got excited over something if not me.”

  He smacked her hip making her yelp. “I wasn’t ignoring you, baby,” he soothed, rubbing her inflamed flesh. “I’ve been hoping to get this email all day, praying he found something we could use as evidence.” He tugged playfully at the thick towel snug over her breasts. His other hand he wiggled his index finger beneath her hand stroking the gently grooved skin of her palm. Tracing each line until Bethany rested her face to his cheek, puffs of air warming his skin as she kissed along his lip. “I’ll never ignore you baby don’t you know that by now?”

  “As long as I’ve made us wait, this…your patience feels more like uncertainty.”

  He let out a deep sigh. “Hesitance, not uncertainty, I assure you. I’m a rich man, Bethany, very rich,” he said slipping his hand between her thighs caressing the curve of her knees down to her calves. He played each finger to trail up to spell his name out on her skin. “Women came to me for what I could give them. An expensive evening in an expensive hotel followed by an absurdly expensive blow to my ego, but you want me in my humble cabin wrapped in my well-washed towel, a homemade rustic meal made by my mother and nondescript bedspread on an average king-size bed. Let me enjoy how good this feels.”

  The little things in life held the biggest place in the heart, and she reveled in knowing she was his space filler. When he pat her hips she got to her feet leading him to the bed and begun to remove the towel.

  “No,” he said, pressing her hands away. “Let me.” In one lurid sweep, he eyed her from head to toe. “Good lord woman, you take for granted that I’ve held you in my arms and kissed your lips, but until what happened in the loft, and that was less than an appetizer, I’ve never seen what’s under those swaying skirts and long pants. Or straining against the pearl buttons on the silk blouses you wear to the office.” He pressed his hands against her belly. “You honestly didn’t like the peach lingerie I bought you?”

  He wanted to discuss that now. “You tried to bribe your way back into my life with frilly lingerie.”

  “True…” He ran a finger of the swell of her cleavage. “I make million dollar deals daily, have fired entire departments, but haven’t you noticed when it comes to you, I look for approval. You’re where I go to plug up and recharge. I can be a man with you, not just the owner of Heinemann’s,” he explained, sounding wounded.

  “You have beautiful taste, Khail,” came out almost on a shy admission. Uncertain she cared to learn of the other women he’d bought pretty gifts for; she played with the edge of her towel.

  Lifting her chin, he kissed her nose. “I’ve never bought lingerie before.”

  “Never?”

  “You’re the first woman I’ve ever bought anything for,” he said coolly, as if it were no big deal he didn’t care about the other women. He meant what he’d said about kiss and go.

  A flash of excitement coursed through her when his fingers grazed her belly. He snaked his hands under the towel. When he dropped to his knees, he stared up at her while tracing the edge of her hipbone with his tongue, and she sucked in a breath. She could hardly form a word and didn’t need to try. Mikhail grinned up at her gripping his hands to her hips kissing and nibbling around to her behind.

  She jerked back at the salacious sprinkle of electricity that minor connection sent through her. He did it four more times, and she tunneled her hands in his hair writhing against his face.

  “You like that?” he asked, wiggling the curve of her butt, dragging his knuckles between her thighs down to her knees.

  “It’s a start,” she said breathy with anticipation of what that tongue would do if she didn’t stop him biting along her calves.

  She wanted him so bad, wanted him inside her body, tasting her, whatever he wanted, and she needed it now.

  The tickle of his nails down her thighs had her dropping her head back releasing a moan.

  “Oh, hell you’re beautiful, Bethany, and wet,” he said drawing out the compliment on a slow confession. He knelt before her. She closed her hands around his face and brought her mouth down to his for a kiss. Holding the connection, he got to his feet and took over darting his tongue in and out of her mouth, but his fingers continued in the wetness between her legs. Mikhail moaned into her mouth. “A year ago when you walked off the plane, I fell in love with you, and dreamed of you like this in my arms.”

  How sweet. She’d thought he was perfect all tall with a patient smile. He’d approached her as if they were long lost friends reconnecting with a hug. He’d gathered up her carry-on and led her out to a Range Rover. That surprised her knowing he was in line to become the owner. She’d fallen for him ri
ght then and there.

  “I drove you around myself unable to let any other man put you in their car and be alone with you.”

  “Mmm… that impressed me,” she let him know with a low moan. “Don’t worry, you can fix the clothes part and as far as the loving part…that’s why it hurt…I’ve loved you and had no idea why.”

  “And now,” he said rubbing his fingers between her thighs, playing in the moisture building from his touch. “How do you feel about me now?”

  “I’m in love with you, Khail. I am,” she revealed in a smaller delicate voice barely recognizable to her ears. It wasn’t a secret, not to either of them, only she was mad for this man, naked in her lust after their confessions earlier. “And still the word doesn’t embody what’s growing in my soul for you.”

  He nibbled his teeth along the curve of her ear. His fingers working in and out of her body, as if a piece of fruit, he tested for ripeness and delighted in what he found, soft and juicy ready to be tasted, eaten… devoured.

  “For me, the word love is not complete enough to express what I feel when I look at you. It’s overused and misunderstood, making it a vile four letter word used in place of the truth to manipulate the other person when their actions aren’t from the heart,” he confessed on a whisper drawing his hand down the center of her back to rest on her hip.

  She spoke while the delicious sensation moved along her spine. “Then what would you call it when your heart teaches you to steal another person’s breath with a glance?”

  He shuddered as if he felt it leave his body as she stared into his face. He swept hair from her shoulder playing a finger over her collarbone, dropping small kisses. “Foreplay,” he answered on a whisper of air. His lips nibbled the tip of her earlobe, licking out his tongue to taunt a moan from deep within her. It danced up past her heart out through her parted lips to float on a breath of air.

  “Foreplay is a good start, but it’s not enough to replace the word love. Keep trying, you’re getting warmer.” She sighed.

  “Not now. Tonight the word love will have to do. I don’t think I have the patience to be poetic much longer.”

  “Then let me get these out of the way.” Bethany worked his t-shirt and jeans off, his swollen cock sprang forward when she slid the briefs down his legs leaving a trail of precum on her hand when she wrapped her fingers around it, blushing at the inch of space her fingers didn’t cross.

  “I want you inside me, Khail,” she encouraged, rubbing her thumb over the tip the slick liquid encouraging her efforts. The passion on his face when she stroked his length slow and deliberate made her mouth water.

  Mikhail lowered her onto the bed, grabbing protection from the bedside table and crawled up her body. He handed it to her and let her rip open the square of plastic and slip it over his cock.

  On the bed, he wasted no time introducing himself slowly to her body and spread her thighs out wide until her back arched away from the covers. His tongue traced up the thin sensitive skin of her inner thigh until his face covered her sex. Her pulse tripped along the nerves in anticipation of his touch.

  His arms hooked under her hips and with that first flick, first stroke of his licks, the rough tip of his tongue and nibble from the surprising nip of his teeth, she sucked in her navel not to burst off the bed.

  Her head fell back, hips raised to meet his thrusts taking him deep. Clutching his back, she gripped digging her nails dimpling his flesh.

  In a rush he drew up to his knees, crouched over her as if hiding something precious, mumbling to himself his nails flexing into her hips keeping her close to his mouth.

  “Damn you taste good,” he groaned and tilted his face to get closer. She felt the tremor start between her breasts. That one last lick brought her up to a sitting position clutching at his hair, begging him to stop, but three more strokes, and she slammed back on the bed, her fingers splayed out wide behind the torture clutching at the spread balling it in her hands.

  “Breathe, I’m not done,” he said coming over her, his cock positioned to her clit massaging it in the moisture he’d rung from her. The size stretched her sensitive muscles and soothed at the same time. With concentrated effort, he controlled the movement. His eyes closed, the lines on his forehead creased the skin reddened as the tight entry of her sex wrapped around him the deeper he sank himself inside her.

  She raised her face to his and there was no hesitation in his eyes. Mikhail took her mouth, plunging his tongue to the same rhythm of his hips now pumping into her finding her wet and swollen. The kiss so intense the taste of herself on his lips became secondary to the way he made love to her mouth with his tongue.

  Bethany gave herself over to the all-consuming title wave washing over her from the love rolling off their combined moans.

  Mikhail’s stare was possessive when he released her lips to watch her as he slowed his movements.

  She wanted to feel sane and crazed at the same time. To feel fearless and strong again. She wanted to feel Mikhail inside her body, on her body, touching her body, and not just with his hands and his sex. No she wanted him to touch her mind, her dreams, her waking hours. Lord, she wanted every aspect of this man.

  Under the weight of his loving stare, she rubbed a hand between them past the springy hairs to stroke his length purposefully slipping in and out of her body making it consent to every deep stroke.

  Words held no relevancy as he lay against her for an eternity just staring deep into her eyes, smiling at her without so much as a quirk to lift the corner of his mouth. She knew the man pressing her into the mattress with his heavy body. Knew him well. Loved him.

  She couldn’t help but arch her back when she felt him pushing deeper into her. Deeper into the soul of her body.

  Grasping her wrists above her head with one hand, he rested his weight on his other hand pressed to the bed. Soft chest hairs brushed over her nipples adding to the friction building between her legs under his hips moving in long slow strokes. Attention focused solely on her eyes, he rocked her body. The rage of muscles in his arms danced beside her face with every thrust. Bethany brought her lips to his arms kissing down to his wrist, holding all of him steady above her. He was beautiful.

  On his elbow he released her hands to reach down, hooking a hand beneath her thigh, and began driving himself deeper inside her with controlled movements, pulling her knee up to touch her breast. Her heart rate sped up to a thundering roar.

  “I wanna see this face every morning and every night, baby.”

  She didn’t have time to unravel his meaning as her body began to shake and tighten with every inch of her mind he stole. He filled her completely. Her sex sucked at the length working on her impending climax growing stronger with each thrust. He saw it too and drove his hips into her pressing down to tease that spot that had her back arching off the bed earlier. Each downward stroke sending shivers up her back, teased her orgasm closer to release.

  Bethany bucked against him above her, calling out his name as the tingling licked up through her. Unable to stop her hands she clawed at his back flexing under each dip of his hips between her thighs.

  She gasped. “Oh…Khail.” A deep moan followed her breathy plea.

  “I’m here baby…right here with you forever,” he said, crimson with concentration, as he moved to the rhythm of her needs and wants, giving her body the attention it craved.

  He touched everywhere making her body sing. Mouth slack she threw her head back crying his name repeatedly until she thought she’d pass out from the dizzying sensation whirling through her body. When had she closed her eyes? Opening them, she nearly drowned under the ocean of love pouring down over her from Khail’s wild stare and let it consume her body in a trembling wave of heat.

  His muscles bulged in his biceps as he lifted her off the bed, their bodies still locked together, him impossibly deep inside her swollen flesh.

  “Pull the covers back.” His words harsh and labored full of possession for her, his woman.

&n
bsp; The soft spread rustled and slid over the edge of the mattress to puddle on the floor. The sheets radiated warmth from their bodies having lain there seconds ago. Easing from her, a quick sensation of abandon swamped her as he laid her gently on her stomach, watching him crawl in behind her. His curses at the sight of her behind gave her power she hadn’t known she held over him. He cupped her behind molding his palms around the swells, groaning words under his breath. His second language, German, was harsh and strained. Normally when aggravated he dove straight into Russian, his birth language; English being his third. Holding himself, he rubbed his length through the slick crease between her cheeks in her moisture, looking at her over her shoulder. The heat from his chest caressed her when he laid over her back, closing a hand over her chin.

  “Focus those brown eyes back here on me so I can draw on the power that helps me face the angry world every day. Give me your soul, Bethany. Right there, that’s it baby, give it to me,” he ordered, unrelentingly dipping his length in and out of her body with precision. Her swollen muscles resisted being so sensitive, but she wanted this, to be his everything. “Breathe baby; if you pass out, I still have the breath I stole from you earlier…do what you have to do, but I’m gonna make you remember me as your first and last love, because you’re my only memory of ecstasy.”

  “Khail…” came out on a long sigh squeezing from lungs working feverishly to suck in air, desperate to savor every moment in his manic embrace.

  His touch held no patience, no delicate caresses, and kisses hungry and aggressive, with no apologies for the desperation of his actions. He took everything, and then gave what she hadn’t known she wanted nor needed.

  She sucked in a breath as he pushed her legs out further tucking his hand beneath her stomach, coaxing her body to open further. Slick and wet it welcomed him inside relaxing around the intrusion.

  “Ahh,” she contented on a moan, dropping back, offering him everything she had pushing back into his tight thigh muscles. The intrusion quickly transformed her body into one pulse around the length of him.