Scoundrel's Honor (Russian Connection 3)

“And that is what you desire? To be left alone?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled as her hands instinctively smoothed over his bare chest, her body arching toward him in unmistakable invitation.

“I do not believe you.”

“I…” Her words broke off with a shuddering sigh as his mouth traveled down the curve of her throat and feathered light kisses ever lower. “Oh, Lord.”

His tongue circled the straining bud of her nipple. “Tell me again what you desire.”

She cried out, her fingers shoving into his hair as she shifted restlessly beneath him.

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sp; “Dimitri.”

“Do you wish me to halt?”

“No. God, no.”

Raw relief surged through his body. He might very well have tossed himself overboard if she’d denied him.

With a driven groan, he suckled her nipple, peeling away what remained of her shift. She tasted of soap and sweet innocence and Dimitri cursed as he battled to remove the remainder of his clothing, his hands shaking. He was infamous throughout St. Petersburg as a skilled, talented lover willing to devote hours to a woman’s pleasure.

At last rid of his clothing, he settled on the mattress and smoothed his hands down Emma’s back, easing her toward his aching body. She briefly tensed, no doubt unnerved by the feel of his erection pressed against her lower stomach, but with a soft moan of capitulation she speared her fingers through his hair and urged his mouth toward the tight buds of her breasts.

Fiercely pleased to comply with her silent demand, Dimitri tugged her nipple between his lips, using his teeth and tongue until she was squirming with pleasure against him. His hands slid over the curve of her buttock and down the back of her thigh. With a small tug he had her leg draped over his hip, allowing his cock to press against her damp heat.

Raw lust slammed into him at the sensation of her warm, silken skin brushing against him, stealing his breath and making him quiver. Restlessly, he turned his attention to her other breast.

“Sweet Emma,” he groaned, “I need you.”

“Please, Dimitri.”

He chuckled as his hand softly brushed the back of her leg, edging slowly upward. “Trust me.”

“Never,” she breathed, but she readily cried out in pleasure as his fingers slid between her legs.

Dimitri clenched his teeth, staggered by his need to be inside this woman. She was so soft, so delicate, so utterly innocent…

Innocent.

His gut twisted. What he knew of virgins could fit in a thimble, but he did have enough wits left to realize he would have to take care not to hurt her.

Stroking a finger through her tender flesh, he found her tiny nub, teasing it softly while he shifted to capture her lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

Emma arched against him, her hands running a fitful path down his back. She might be innocent, but her body was eager to be tutored.

Almost as eager as he was to tutor her.

With a smooth motion he rolled Emma onto her back, settling between her parted legs and continuing his persistent caresses. He heard her choked moan as he released her lips to trail a path of fevered kisses down her throat.

He cursed, trembling with the effort to not simply plunge into her and ease his craving. What had this woman done to him? His heart was pounding, his breath coming in sharp rasps and his cock so hard he feared he might come just trying to breech her maidenhead.

Pulling back, he studied her face surrounded by the spill of honey curls. The pale, creamy skin. The fan of lush lashes that lay against her flushed cheeks. The rose-tinted lips parted in invitation.

So beautiful, he thought, a flare of savage possession gripping his heart as he positioned himself at her entrance and with a slow, steady thrust sank into her heat. For a brief moment, Emma tensed and Dimitri forced himself to pause as her body adjusted to his invasion. Continuing to fondle her, he waited for her muscles to ease and her fingers to clutch impatiently at his shoulders before he at last pushed past her barrier.