He’d signed his death warrant.
Chapter Seventeen
F or the entire trip to his condo, Chris was having a damn hard time concentrating. Natasha was sitting right next to him, and she was tormenting the hell out of him. Chris was beginning to think it was intentional.
Her long elegant fingers were running across his body. Somehow, she had gotten his shirt unbuttoned and was destroying his control with just a touch.
When she ran her fingers over his chest, he actually moaned.
This was going to be one hell of a night. Chris couldn’t remember the last time he’d bedded down with a woman—let alone one he really wanted more than that next breath.
Natasha had rattled his cage, and he couldn’t wait to get her naked and in his bed.
He was already rock hard, throbbing with need, and ready to break apart at a single touch.
He prayed he didn’t embarrass himself with her.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to face her again if he did. This woman, the one with the flame hair, had gotten past the wall. The way she nursed him back to health in the hospital, the way she stayed with him after he had a concussion, and the way she knew to give him space, proved that she was the one he needed to be with for now.
Natasha thawed the ice and brought on the fire.
As he pulled into his parking space, he barely had the keys out of the ignition before she was in his lap. Chris was trapped between the seat, the seatbelt, and a sexy woman devouring his mouth.
He loved the way she stole little kisses and bites to his lips. It drove him insane.
“Natasha,” he said, grabbing handfuls of ass through the black of her gown. “If we don’t get upstairs, this isn’t going to take long to end.”
She giggled. “Yes, Captain.”
With restraint that he didn’t know he had, Chris pushed her off his body and hopped out of his truck.
“Come on, baby,” he said.
She jumped into his arms.
Chris knew he couldn’t go through the lobby with a sexy Russian attached to the front of his chest like a Siamese twin. That meant he was going to use the back entrance and carry her up the stairs.
He hoped he made it.
At this rate, he could see himself taking her on the second level in some sweaty romp. All he was thinking about was burying himself in her until they were both sweaty, screaming, and cumming.
The visual nearly made his heart explode in his chest.
“Put in the code,” he muttered, hoping she’d set his mouth free so he could regain control.
He rattled it off, and she took that moment to do it.
As soon as they were in the door, they were back at it. Chris bounced from wall to wall, as he tried precariously to walk up the stairs. His body was rock hard, and it was getting hard not to slide up her dress and slip home.
God!
He couldn’t wait until that one moment of taking her.
This was his dream come true.
He wanted more.
Natasha had never felt anything like this before in her life. Sure, she’d been tasked with getting things done with men for Dimitri. She used her sexuality to get into buildings with a kiss, flirting, or just a look, but she’d never been locked in an embrace like this.
It was crazy.
It was heated.
She was going insane.
She was also worried. Other than this, she had no clue what to do. Natasha could seduce a man with mouth, but when it came to going all the way…
She was a novice.
All she was focused on at that point was how she wanted him to tear off her clothes, pin her beneath him, and give her so much pleasure.
Kat had told her it was amazing, and when you loved the person, it was that much better.
Natasha was dying to find out.
She knew it was going to change everything.
“Almost there,” Chris muttered. “Hold on, baby,” he whispered as he left little bites across her throat.
This was about all he could do in foreplay.
He prayed it didn’t suck.
“I need you naked and in my bed.”
His words sent shivers down Natasha’s spine.
God!
She wanted that so much.
When she started talking to him in Russian, it drove him wild. Chris didn’t know what the hell she was saying, but it sounded so damn hot.
He was going to claim his Russian minx.
He was nearly giddy with the prospects of it all. This was a long time coming, and it didn’t feel wrong.
In fact, it felt absolutely right.
“We’re here,” he muttered, as he tried to get his key into the lock. Chris was praying that he’d made his bed the last time he was there.
Yeah, that said it all.
He wanted to impress her.
Which reminded him…
“I have to have you. I swear the next time I’ll be romantic,” he vowed. “I have no control, Anzehlina.”
When she heard her name, it always made her heart skip. As a little girl, she hated it.
Now she only wanted him to call her that.
Only her captain.
“Just take me to bed, Christopher. We have all night to do it anyway we want.”
He wanted to shout a chorus of hallelujahs. With his ex, it was always the same old boring sex.
Now he realized why.
Neither of them was really into it. They were going through the motions of being high school sweethearts. He was having sex because it was what married people did.
Now it was different.
Chris was a grown man, and finally, in his forties, he knew what he wanted.
Her.
He wanted Natasha.
She was sweet, gentle, loving, and she accepted him for him. She probably had more money than he’d ever see, but she was into being down to earth. She let him pay for their date, she didn’t mind popcorn over fancy, and she was as hungry for him as he was for her.
Yeah, this felt right.
As Chris slammed the door behind him, he remembered to lock it. He was about to fall into bed with Dimitri’s sister, and he didn’t doubt the man had her girly bits LoJacked.
He wouldn’t put it past the Russian bastard to break in the door and shoot him in the balls.
Carrying Natasha into his room, their mouths met in kiss after kiss. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, and he couldn’t wait.
“God! Natasha!”
She kept doing what she was doing, hoping it was the right thing. She didn’t know much about pleasing a man, but Kat had told her how to do it.
She was learning by proxy.
“Loosen your legs,” he muttered, as he needed to get to the button and zipper of his pants. If he didn’t bury himself in her body, he was going to die.
Chris couldn’t breathe.
Natasha was the only thing that would save him.
She did as he said, still clinging to his body. She could feel him pulling himself from his pants, and Natasha wanted to feel him in her.
Her body was on fire.
Chris was the only way to extinguish it.
“Yes,” she whispered, as he slid his hands up her thighs, taking the dress with them. When he had access to her body, he ran his fingers over her panties and the wetness.
His heart thudded.
She wanted him.
A woman actually wanted him.
It astounded Chris.
“Slow later. Fast. I need fast,” he muttered as he kept up with the kiss.
She made some sound as he tugged her panties aside. Chris prayed he could last long enough to get her off.
If he didn’t…
Yeah, he would be horrified.
“Natasha,” he muttered as he fell onto the bed with her. They must have looked like quite the sight. They were both dressed in formal attire, and he was about to slide into her body.
“Yes, please!” she whispered, dying
to feel what everyone else had experienced in the house. She wanted to belong to someone.
Chris didn’t hesitate.
He couldn’t think.
All he wanted was that one, slick plunge into the woman beneath him.
With a rough thrust after tugging her panties aside, he claimed her.
She whimpered.
Chris opened his eyes and stared down at her. “Natasha,” he said, noticing the tears in her eyes.
“I’m okay. I didn’t think it would hurt.”
While Chris was a big man, he wasn’t so large it would hurt a woman. That meant only one thing.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
Oh.
Holy.
Shit.
Dimitri was going to neuter him.
Chris pulled out of her body, unsure what to say or do. He went with an apology.
“Natasha, I’m so sorry.”
Her swollen lip quivered.
“Now you don’t want me.”
He stared at her. “What? Why would you say that?” he asked, not quite understanding. If anyone should feel bad, it should be him.
He’d been rough and uncaring.
First, he just deflowered a woman in the roughest way possible, and he didn’t wear protection. If she was a virgin, she probably wasn’t on birth control.
“You won’t want me because I’ve never been with anyone else.”
She tried to back away from him, but his big hand was on her ankle, holding her still.
“No. Don’t run. We’ve begun something, and if you leave, it’ll destroy what we’ve started. If you want to be part of my life, you don’t lie, and you don’t run. We face it.”
She stopped moving.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I figured you wouldn’t want to have sex with me. You’re so hung up on the age thing already. Add that to it, and you’d freak out.”
Okay, she had a very valid point.
It probably would have resulted in him overthinking it to death. That was who he was.
“I understand that. Do you want me to take you back to the house?” he asked.
She started crying.
Okay, so maybe that was the wrong question to ask.
“Sure. Take me home. I ruined it all.”
He stared at her, trying to figure out what to do. Chris was accustomed to detectives. Yelling always worked with them.
With this woman, he didn’t think that would bode well. Besides, he didn’t want to yell.
“Baby, I’m not upset with you. I’m mad at me. I should have taken my time. I wouldn’t have just rutted into you like some wild animal had I known.”
She sniffled. “I just wanted you to want me.”
He laughed. “Oh, Natasha, I still want you. I just want to make it memorable. Everyone’s first time should matter.”
His didn’t.
He saw that now.
“So you don’t hate me?” she asked.
Chris knew this had to do with her childhood, the isolation Dimitri put them in, and just normal female insecurities.
He got it.
“I could never hate you. I just want to make love to you—if you’ll let me. I screwed up and I want to fix it.”
She stared at him. “Really?”
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes. When Kat got pregnant, Dimitri flipped out. I think he’s on it too.”
That broke the ice and made him laugh.
Yeah, he still wanted her.
Maybe now even more. She was all his. No one had ever slept with her, and Chris had something special. She couldn’t be his first, but he could be hers.
Maybe she could be his only.
He liked the sound of that.
It gave him something to think about for later.
“If you want to go back to what we were doing, I can promise that I’ll make it so much better than what you just experienced.”
She blinked back the tears.
“Really? You still want me?”
It was time to be honest.
“When I was first with a woman, it was my ex. We were high school sweethearts.”
She listened.
“I thought we’d be together forever.”
Natasha began relaxing. Maybe it was how he was calmly talking to her, or the way his fingers were running up and down her leg.
“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” she offered. As much as she loved him, and knew he was meant to be hers, Natasha knew he’d suffered.
“We were young and stupid. I wasn’t enough for her. She wanted someone who could make her big bank account grow. I wasn’t that man.”
“I don’t care about my bank account,” she offered. “I’ll give it away if that’s what you want.”
He smiled. “That means a lot to me.”
She let him continue.
“We got married, I became a cop, and we drifted apart. I know now that Denise and I were just going through the motions. She was never the one.”
It gave Natasha hope.
She wanted to be the one.
“Back then, I wanted to be loved. I wanted to have someone who was mine. Now I realize that it has to be reciprocated or it’s not right.”
“What are you saying?” she asked.
“I don’t want to have sex with you unless you want to try and have a relationship. I don’t want to be your first and watch you walk away. If we do this, it should mean something.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Please don’t cry. God! I suck at this. I don’t know how to do mushy!”
She let him off the hook.
“It already means something, Christopher. I love you or I wouldn’t be here with you. I could have had sex before you. I just chose to wait until I found the right man. I waited for my heart to know. It knows.”
His heart skipped.
“I won’t cheat, I won’t lie, and I won’t hurt you. All I want is someone who will protect my heart. No one’s ever wanted me but Dimitri. I don’t know how to love someone any more than I already do. I may screw it up.”
He touched her cheek.
“I’m not there yet. I can’t give you the words, Natasha. I’m not an easy man to love. I’m going to overthink it, and I’m going to get there slower.”
She knew it would take time.
Chris was methodical, a thinker, and didn’t do impulsive. She liked that about him. That was safe. It was what she craved.
“I don’t mind a long journey as long as the person I’m with is a good person.”
He kissed her softly on the lips. “So should we move forward?” he asked.
She smiled at him and took his face in her warm palms. “Yes, we should.”
Her mouth met his, and they fell into the kiss. Together, they rolled onto the bed and began the process of learning about each other.
Chris loved the way she felt beneath him. He swore that she fit perfectly against his body. As she pulled off his dress shirt, he found the zipper on the back of her dress.
It didn’t take long for them both to be naked. Natasha was beneath him, only her panties, and he was above her, hard and ready.
“I won’t hurt you,” he promised, as he stared down at her. “I’ll protect you.”
She ran her hand across the scar over his heart.
She knew what she wanted.
She wanted him to love her.
“I believe you,” she admitted, and she did.
Natasha held her breath as he removed that last barrier to her body. As he slid her panties down her legs, she watched him. Chris was checking her out, and the grin said it all. It was like a kid in the candy store.
It made her happy.
He couldn’t wait, so he placed his larger body over hers. Staring down at her, he admired her strength and beauty.
She was fragile but tenacious.
He appreciated that.
Gently, he
nudged her with his erection. “Take a deep breath,” he whispered, teasing her ear with his teeth.
She did, and he bit her.
At the same time, he slid slowly into her body.
They both moaned.
Chris shook as he tried not to cum. It wasn’t easy. She was warm, wet, and wrapped around his lower brain like a vice.
He was close to out of control.
“Captain,” she whispered, opening her eyes. He was braced above her body.
“Oh, Anzehlina.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on. As he began moving, all she could think of was how amazing it felt.
It was better than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.
When Chris changed the angle, he felt her break apart around him.
She came and came hard.
He stopped to stare into her eyes. She was watching him, and he couldn’t breathe.
“That was amazing.”
He laughed. “We aren’t done yet,” he stated, beginning to move all over again.
They both moaned.
Chris wasn’t going to last long.
There was no way he could hold on for much longer. Natasha’s nails were in his shoulders, her legs were wrapped around his hips, and her nipples…
God!
He wanted to tease them into even tighter peaks.
Later.
He would get to them later.
She shook beneath him, and he knew she was ready to fall. The way her body was tightening down on his, they were done. They were both going to cum.
“Baby,” he muttered, trying to hold on.
“Captain!” she shouted as her whole world exploded apart in a bright array of colors.
Chris shouted her name as he exploded deep within her body. Nothing felt as good as that moment. When he fell, he was careful not to land on her.
He pulled her into his body so her head could rest on his chest.
A few minutes went by before either of them spoke.
“Well?”
“Wow.”
He laughed.
“Now I know why everyone at Terrace Glen is smiling all the time,” Natasha stated. “Sex is awesome.”
Yes, yes, it certainly was.
When it was with someone who mattered like her, it made it that much better. Chris could easily see her filling his life and heart. Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe he was there already.
He just didn’t know it until that moment.
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