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Ten found a rhythm that made me moan. He stroked my belly and hip with his hands, keeping me centered as his tongue lashed my clit. I reached down to touch him, combing my fingers through his hair and along his ears. His mouth felt so good on me, and I was torn between wanting to come right now and wanting to draw it out as long as possible.

He groaned against my clit, and the reverberations left me clenching and panting. His fingers tightened on my hip, and I hovered on the edge. I rose up on one elbow, desperate to see him. The sight of Ten, my giant protector, on his belly with his face hidden in my pussy, broke me. He looked so pleased with himself, and I understood then what all my friends meant when they talked about their men. This was arealman. This was what a real man did for his woman. He gave pleasure and enjoyed the simple act of it. He didn’t do it out of obligation. He didn’t grumble and extort other sexual favors for it. He did it because he wanted to make his woman feel good.

Ten’s eyes fluttered open, and I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t hold back. I came so hard I couldn’t make a sound. Pleasure exploded in my core, and the shockwaves shattered me. Mouth agape, I rode out the waves of my climax until I was weak and shaking.

I fell back onto the bed and panted to catch my breath. Ten pressed loving kisses to my belly and mons before grasping the backs of my thick thighs with his big hands and shoving my knees toward my chest. In the next instant, his tongue wasinsideme.

“Anton!” What was this man doing to me? “Oh, God.”

He made the wickedest sounds as he fucked me with his tongue. It was unlike anything I had ever imagined. I was dripping wet after that wild orgasm, and I was certain I was making a mess of his face. He didn’t care, and I decided I wouldn’t either. He wanted me to feel good, and I was damn well going to feel it.

He returned my clit after a few minutes of thrusting his tongue into me, and I didn’t need much to send me hurtling over the edge again. I screamed this time. I couldn’t hold it back. I was at the mercy of the pleasure gripping me, and there was nothing that was going to stop me from letting Ten know how good he was at this.

Breathing hard and trembling with shuddery bursts of ecstasy, I barely registered Ten standing to take off his shorts. He opened a drawer and tossed something onto the bed next to me. A condom, I realized, after blinking the tears from my eyes. He swiped his forearm across his mouth and then prowled onto the bed like a jungle cat intent on snaring its prey.

He gripped my ankles and dragged me across the bed where he wanted me. He was careful as he did it, moving slowly as if to give me a chance to say no or stop. He could hurt me. It was clear from the way his muscular body rippled. If he wanted to, Ten could break me.

But he didn’t want to hurt me. He wanted to love me. He wanted to cherish me.

“Come here,” I begged, reaching up for him like a child. “I want you.”

“Not as much as I want you,” he said before capturing my lips in a possessive kiss. I could smell and taste myself on him, and it was a heady aphrodisiac. “I’ve waited months for this.”

I imagined him in this very bed, thinking about me and touching himself. It rattled me to the core, and I wanted to experience it. I wanted to feel this powerful man pounding me into the bed. “Make love to me, Anton.”

He shuddered and then kissed me again. His hands were so gentle on my body as he stroked and caressed. I couldn’t get enough of him either. My greedy hands moved over his arms and down his ribs to his waist. He was hard and solid everywhere, and I couldn’t believe this outrageously sexy man was all mine.

He made quick work of the condom and then stuffed a pillow under my hips. It was a bit awkward at first, but I trusted he knew what he was doing. My gaze lingered on his cock. I clasped the huge shaft and marveled at its weight. It was long and thick, and I wanted it inside me right now.

But it had been a long, long time since anything had been inside me. He must have known because he let me set the pace. I dragged the crown of him between my labia and then down to my vagina. He was careful as he thrust forward, just a little, and then withdrew. He kissed me as he probed a little deeper each time.

I was so relaxed from the foreplay that he slid right in as if he belonged there. I was stretched and full, but it feltgood. It feltright. I squeezed him with my inner muscles, and he swore a streak of Russian. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,zolotse.”

“I want you to feel as good as I do.” I brushed my hands up his chest and grabbed hold of his shoulders. “There’s no pressure, Anton.”

He lowered his face to mine and kissed me. We exchanged sappy smiles, and then he began to thrust into me, his hips cradled perfectly between my thighs. He went slow and easy, taking time to kiss my lips and caress my body. It was the most romantic and wonderful experience, and I wished with all of my heart that I had met him first. Why hadn’t our paths crossed here in Houston all those years ago? Why had the universe thrown me at Kiki’s feet? Did I have to suffer to deserve this man in this moment?

Ten snapped his hips, and all those ugly thoughts fled. I was back with him, my whole focus centered on this man who was showing me what sex could be. He slipped a hand between our bodies, and his thumb settled over my clit. I wasn’t sure I could come again, but I was damn willing to let him try.

He must have been some sort of sex god because he knew exactly what to do to drive me right to the edge again. His thumb swirled over my clit, and the slide of his cock in and out of me was almost too much. That coil of bliss tightened low in my belly, and I clenched him with my thighs.

“Come on, baby.” His smoldering gaze burned right through me. “That’s it. You can come again. I know you can. Let me feel you, Nisha. Let me feel your cunt milking me dry.”

“Anton!” I came with a stunned cry. The orgasm punched the air right out of my lungs. I curled my toes and clawed at his chest and shoulder, desperate to keep hold as I reeled from the pleasure. Ten drove into me with speed and power that left me gasping and grunting. I was completely at his mercy, but I trusted him to see me through it.

And he did. He covered my body with his. One hand gripped my waist and the other was under me, holding me right where he wanted as he pounded me into the mattress. He whispered my name over and over again before finally stuttering out a Russian word I didn’t know. He shuddered against me, his hips jerking as he came.

Overwhelmed, I held onto him and buried my face in his neck. Eventually, he found the strength to roll off of me and onto his side. He reached for me, drawing me across the bed and into his arms. We were both a sweaty mess, but it didn’t matter.

Right then, nothing existed outside his bedroom. Our whole world was right there in that bed, and I never wanted to leave.

Chapter Nine

IwishTenwaswith me.

I was sitting with Eloise, my attorney, and Savannah in the cold, brightly lit conference room at the Houston headquarters of the Texas Rangers. The state troopers, the Rangers, Houston PD, Harris County Sheriff’s Department, and a whole host of other agencies were working together on Kiki’s escape. Why they seemed to think I would have any idea where that lunatic had gone befuddled me.

I had handed over my phone after arriving and informed them that Kiki had called me last night. They hadn’t given it back yet, and I worried they would keep it. I kept everything backed up in the cloud, but the thought of going to get a new phone was not one I relished.

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