hoarse words spurred on his cock, and he slid against her with not only speed, but pressure. She quivered, and he swallowed her cry of release with his lips, holding her in place until his cock decided to stop convulsing with his own release.
“Fuck.” His head fell and rested against her cheek after a few minutes, but he still didn’t release his bruising grip on her hips.
She let out a shaky laugh. “I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me.”
“That wasn’t fucking, sweetheart. That was foreplay.”
He stood and winced as his legs reminded him he’d been standing for too long, even if he had been bent over the naked flesh of the sexiest woman he’d ever met. He found her washcloth in the shower and used it to clean her up, doing his best not to hurt her.
She whimpered when he dragged the cloth over her still overly sensitive clit. He dipped a finger into her, and she cried out, her walls convulsing again, and he smiled as the second orgasm hit her full on. It pleased him to no end to know his touch could do that to her. He thrust into her gently until the last of her tremors stopped then washed her again.
He pried her hands away from her legs and pulled her up, his lips trailing butterfly kisses over her face. “You good?”
“I…” She cleared her throat. “I don’t know. What was that, D?”
He smiled. “That was the beginning of us, Rebecca Joyce Rhodes. Now, get your ass off this damned counter and get dressed while I find some clothes. I went and got food. We can eat and talk about…this while I sign those damn books.”
He left her sitting there, staring at him like he’d lost his mind, while he went to find new pants.
Chapter Fourteen
As soon as the door closed behind Dimitri, Becca slid off the counter and landed on the floor, her emotions all over the place.
What the ever-loving fuck just happened?
The beginning of us?
Her fingers went to her lips, feeling the bruised, swollen skin. If he didn’t call what he did to her fucking, then he was out of his damned mind. He’d fucked her over, but good. Her body hummed, ached in such a delicious way.
Her head landed in her hands, and she struggled to come to terms with what she’d not only let him do, but how he’d done it. The man turned into one of those dominant males she’d only read about, and her body had responded like a well-oiled, responsive little traitor. She mentally slapped herself.
Who was this man, and what had he done with her best friend?
A loud knock sounded. “Five minutes or I’m coming in to get you!”
Shit. She jumped up, banging her elbow on the counter in her haste. Wincing, she found her Led Zeppelin t-shirt and pulled it over her head. The fucker. How dare he? He couldn’t just do…do…that and then not give her time to process. The longer she thought about it, the madder she became.
Asshole.
She wiggled into her purple shorts and stomped out of the bathroom, expecting to see him in the front room of the suite, but found the balcony doors open instead. The scent of lasagna hit her nose, and her stomach grumbled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten in hours.
He was sitting at the small table outside, his expression pained as he swallowed medicine. Some of her anger waned as her best friend mode kicked in. He was obviously in a lot of pain, but she pushed it down. What he’d done was not okay.
“Dimitri.”
He looked up, flashing her his one-hundred-watt smile. She ignored it, placed her hands on her hips, and let him have it. “How dare you! You had no right to come in there and do that. I told you over and over we would never have a sexual relationship, and you completely ignored my wishes. It is not okay. When a woman says no, she means no. I am not one of your women, Dimitri, and I never will be.”
“No, Krasivaya, you are not one of my women and never will be.” He gestured to the empty seat across from him, a Styrofoam box waiting for her on the table. When she hesitated, he gave her his shy smile, one she hadn’t seen since high school. “Sit, please. I’m not going to jump you, I promise.”
What game was he playing now? She was so done with this shit. “No. I’m not going to