Page 71 of Smoke and Shadows

“What was hot?” Marissa asked.

“That little make out session last night,” he said, his eyes looked up and down her body in a playful leer.

“You watched us?” She was mortified.

“I heard you cry out,” Morgan said in his own defense. “I was just making sure he wasn’t hurting you.”

“Right.” She didn’t know whether to believe him or not.

Morgan added with a sly smile, “I suggest you both blowoff a little steam while I’m gone.” He winked at her and walked off to his own bedroom.

Viktor materialized beside her. “What was that all about?”

She wanted to bang her head on the wall. God save her from cavemen.

“Chill. Morgan just wanted to congratulate us for putting on a good show for him last night.”

Viktor frowned.

“He watched you dry-hump me against the car,” Marissa clarified.

“I see,” her man replied, his face blank of emotion.

“I see? That’s all you have to say after acting like a Neanderthal the entire time you were here? You let another man see us go at it, and you’re okay with it?”

“I’m not one for public sex acts,” Viktor said carefully. “If you were naked, that would definitely be a problem. But I’m strangely pleased Morgan saw us.”

“Oh, and why is that?” Marissa snapped. Could Viktor be more contrary?

“Because, kitten, now there’s no question you belong to me,” Viktor said softly, gripping her chin and tilting it up to him. “I own every single one of your orgasms.” He ducked his head until he was nose to nose with her. “Every—single—fucking—one.”

Oh no,she didn’t just fall asleep on him. Viktor eyed the sleeping form of his woman buried under the thick comforter. He tossed the towel on the chair. Morgan left ten minutes ago for what he said was a ten-mile run. He would have gone with him, but Viktor had a better idea how to release his tension.

Naked, he prowled to the bed and carefully tried to peel back the blanket.

Marissa’s hands clutched the cover and mumbled, “Cold.”

“I’ll warm you up, sweetheart.” He decided to join her under the comforter and scooted close to her, and stroked her hips. She was wearing flannel pajamas. Did she think that would stop him?

It certainly helped that she was facing away from him, lying on her side with her left leg at an angle, knee resting on the mattress. He flushed his body to her back, his growing arousal rubbing against her ass.

“Viktor—”

“Wake up,” he coaxed. He lifted her thick mane of hair to one side and nuzzled her neck, pressing open-mouth kisses up and down the length of her jaw, tugging on her ear, and sliding his tongue on the sensitive skin of her lobe. His hand slipped under her top to cup a breast, flicking a nipple, and was satisfied when goose bumps bloomed on her skin. She moaned as she ground her ass into his erection, which had gotten hard enough to pound nails.

She slowly turned on her back, grabbed the hand that was on her breast, and shoved it under her pajama bottoms. Viktor nearly lost the tether on his control, which was tenuous to start. He pushed aside the crotch of her panties and stroked the seam of her sex. She was slippery, hot, and so ready for him. His fingers dipped inside. Viktor grunted, captured her lips, and kissed her ferociously, swallowing her little mewls of pleasure.

“There, I need you there,” she whispered, a hint of desperation in her voice.

Fuck foreplay. He withdrew his fingers. She protested, but not for long for he straddled her, not quite giving her his weight. He caught himself before he ripped another one of her clothes, and patiently unbuttoned her top. He tore his lips away and took in her glowing skin, frowning slightly at the bruises on her abdomen.

But he was beyond gentle right now as he grabbed both breasts and squeezed, plumping the perfect orbs to receive hismouth. He alternately sucked and licked each nipple slowly. Marissa began writhing beneath him.

“Mouth. I want your mouth.”

“Tell me where?” Viktor murmured against her lips even as he knew what she meant. She smiled languidly, her hands clutching his head and pushing it lower. Viktor chuckled. That’s his Marissa, never shy with what she wanted. If she wanted his mouth on her pussy, she demanded it. His fingers hooked on the waistband of her pajama bottoms and underwear, dragging them off in one fell swoop.

And in the cold light of dawn, he could see the glistening evidence of her desire, her feminine musk mixing headily with the clean scent of her fancy soap. She was also mostly bare. He couldn’t wait to taste her, to take all of her in his mouth. He buried his face in her molten heat and she cried out instantly. She bucked her hips while her fingers dug wildly into his hair. She was just as rough as he was and he loved it.