The breath hissed out of him. “Fucking tight, woman, you’re going to kill me.”
She didn’t have time for an answer. He began to move. Not slowly. Not gently. He took her hard, driving into her over and over, just the way she needed. Just the way she’d always dreamt her man would take her. Crazy wild. Ferocious need driving both of them. There was no time to catch her breath, no time to savor the experience. She didn’t want to take the time to savor it. She wanted—no, needed this.
He hit every spot she had that drove her right up the wall. He seemed to know her body already, as if he’d taken her a thousand times and knew what to do, how to move. He had stamina and she went over the edge several times before she felt him swell even larger. His hands gripped her hips hard and he yanked her back into him, erupting like a hot volcano, her tight sheath draining every last drop from him.
She would have fallen if he hadn’t held them both up. She pressed her forehead against the car, desperately trying to find air to breathe. She didn’t want to turn around and face him just yet. She just wanted to let her body have its moment. She wanted him again—and again. How could anyone do this just once when it was like this? Every cell in her body sang. Was alive. Alert. Looking for him. No one else would ever do. But there was reality …
Men like Timur Amurov weren’t into relationships. They didn’t buy breakfast or dinner for the women they fucked. That’s what had happened between them. Sex. Pure and simple. Uncomplicated. Not just sex. Great sex. The best in the world.
Timur gently wiped between her legs with his tie. Despite the material feeling silky soft, it sent ripples through her entire body. He pulled up her jeans, and then fixed her bra and drew her shirt down before he turned her around. Ashe leaned her back against the car and watched as he calmly cleaned himself and then pulled up the zipper on his trousers.
“I guess this means we weren’t in danger after all.”
“No, we weren’t, but I wasn’t taking chances with your life walking out the door.” His eyes, as cold as the bluest glacier, drifted over her face. “We get any hotter, Ashe, and we’re going to spontaneously combust.”
She let out her breath. “I need to go back in and change.”
“No, you don’t. I like knowing I’m still inside you.”
“You don’t believe in condoms?”
“You’re on birth control, and I’m clean. I wanted to feel every fucking inch of you.”
“How the hell do you know I’m on birth control?” she demanded.
“I saw them when I went through the house, looking for evidence that you weren’t what you said. You take them regularly.”
“You went through my private things?”
“It isn’t like you have a ton of stuff, Ashe.”
She folded her arms across her chest, still leaning against the car door, enjoying the burn between her legs. There was no question, Timur Amurov was hot. And now she knew what kind of a monster he had between his legs. More, he was still as dangerous as ever. Her blood was rushing through her veins, her chest rising and falling, her breasts aching, and she knew every step she took that day would remind her of him.
Ashe shook her head. “I still need a different T-shirt. You got this one wet.”
“It will dry.”
She looked around her, suddenly aware they were outside. It was dark enough, although light was filtering through and anyone could have seen. A neighbor could have looked right out a window. She hadn’t even thought about that, or that an enemy could have shot the two of them. She had the feeling Timur had thought about it but just didn’t give a damn, at least about the neighbors. The shooting … well … he probably would have had that under control. Most likely he wasn’t as far gone as she’d been.
“It might dry by the time the customers came into the store, but Evangeline, my boss , is going to see.” She’d see her in all her slutty glory. She didn’t even care if her behavior had been terrible, the sex was that good, and if she had even a little bit of brains, she would repeat the experience as often as possible. But she didn’t. She wasn’t going to get caught up in something that would not end well for her.
She touched her tongue to her lip. She hadn’t realized he’d bitten her there. It had been just a nip, but her lip was tender. “You know this can’t happen again.”
He caught her chin and tugged until she was looking him in the eye. “It’s going to happen again. Many times. Just know that and stop overthinking. We have enough problems.” He bent his head and brushed a kiss over her lips.