Ivan 2 (Her Russian Protector #9) - Roxie Rivera Page 0,26

that he had never imagined he would enjoy until her. He liked to take his time and draw out both their pleasures.

She brought her own hand between their bodies. The sight of her slim fingers rubbing fast circles around her clit made his breath hitch. Usually she liked it when he touched her, but this morning she was so excited she couldn’t wait. He moved his hand from her breast to her neck, running his thumb along the front of her throat in a way that made her pupils dilate. He would never take it beyond a gentle caress of her neck—never—but she enjoyed the slight reminder of the command and power he had over her.

He let his hand drift higher until his thumb was between her lips, and the rest of his fingers curled around her jaw and cheek. Her thighs tightened around his waist, and she stroked herself faster. A flush spread across her chest and crept into her neck and her face as she panted. Her eyes shut briefly and then she gasped. “Ivan!”

Feeling her come undone under him killed his control. He fell forward, planting his arm next to her head and using his other hand to grab her ass and shift the angle. She cried out pleasure, and he snapped his hips, fucking into her while she clutched at his hips and waist and shoulders.

“I love you,” she whispered against his cheek. Her lips touched his skin, and he shuddered at the wild feelings she evoked. “I love you so much.”

That was all it took to push him over the edge. He gripped the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair, and captured her mouth in a punishing kiss as he came. She moaned and stroked his back, easing him down from the high of his climax.

Reluctant to move away from her, he stayed buried inside her until he slipped out, taking advantage of their closeness to kiss her until her lips were swollen. He dropped onto his side and slipped an arm under her waist, dragging her across the bed until she was trapped in his embrace. She giggled at the caveman move and kissed his jaw. “That was the perfect way to start this new year.”

He smiled as he combed his fingers through her hair. “I feel guilty about waking you up early.”

“It’s okay. I can nap later.”

“We have the room until tomorrow. You should visit the spa.”

“I might see if they have any openings after our brunch date.”

He groaned at the reminder. “Is it at Samovar?”

She snorted and patted his chest. “No. Lena refused, and Vivian finally agreed to let Benny choose the spot.”

“Finally,” he grumbled.

She laughed and lightly scratched her nails down his chest to just under his navel and then back up again. After a few moments of idle stroking, she gently asked, “Can we talk about Teague?”

“Yes.” He covered her hand with his and turned to look at her. “What did he say that upset you?”

“He knew.”

“About?”

“About the parking lot.”

“I don’t understand.”

“He knew what they said to me.” His heart skipped a beat, and he studied her face. Fear and confusion were reflected in her eyes. “How could he know that if he wasn’t there or involved in some way?”

“He wouldn’t,” Ivan agreed, his mind racing with possibilities. “I don’t want you to see him again. He’s dangerous.”

“I don’t want to see him again,” she assured him. “There was something...off about him last night.”

“Off? How?”

“He was drunk. He smelled like cigarettes. He looked stressed.”

“What does he do? Something with money?”

“Investment banking,” she clarified. “He’s a killer,” she emphasized. “He has an affinity for it. For the risk,” she explained.

“Maybe he took too much risk with someone else’s money,” he suggested.

“Probably,” she agreed, “but how in the world is his job connected to Ruby in jail?”

“I don’t know.” He didn’t like not knowing. It made him uneasy and tense. “But I’ll find out.”

“I can do a little digging,” she offered. “One of my friends from college works at the firm.”

He wanted to forbid it, but she would only go behind his back and that would put her in even more danger. “Carefully,” he said finally. “Very, very carefully.”

“I promise.” She shifted in closer until her cheek was against his chest. After a moment, she asked, “What’s the deal with the Muellers?”

“He’s the head of a white supremacist group.”

“What?” Aghast, she lifted her head and frowned. “Seriously?”

He nodded. “He’s the respectable side of those crazy, hateful fucks. The