TV or discussing his fuck-up with the heating system at the gym.
He didn't even bother with clothes. As soon as he was dry and his teeth were brushed, he shut off the light and stalked across the bedroom to where Erin still lounged on the loveseat. She eyed him with an amused gleam, surely recognizing that he was in the mood for only one thing. He bent down and snatched her up off the loveseat, tossing her over his shoulder and giving her naked bottom a good smack.
“Ivan!” she squealed with laughter. “What are you doing?”
“Making it up to you, remember?” He set her down by the bed and yanked the tee up and over her head. He threw it aside, not caring where it fell. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of her naked body. She was so beautiful and sexy. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of staring at her like this.
He picked her up again and deposited her in the middle of the bed before crawling over her. He grabbed both slim wrists in one hand and held them over her head. Capturing her mouth, he kissed her until she was panting and rubbing her thighs together beneath him. Still holding her wrists, he nipped and suckled his way down her body, making it all the way to her navel before traveling back to her mouth.
“Ivan,” she sighed happily.
But he didn’t want soft sighs and moans. He wanted her begging and screaming. He wanted her to go wild and use him for her own pleasure. He wanted to make her come so hard and so many times that she would drop limp and exhausted to the bed and sleep with a smile on her face.
Using his grappling skills, he flipped her on top of him while rolling onto his back. She giggled at the sudden movement and then gasped when he grabbed her thighs and hauled her higher up his body. He reached back to grab the pillow under his head and threw it across the room, hearing it hit the wall with a thump. Flat on his back, he was in a better position for what he wanted most—a taste of his wife.
“You don’t have to make it up to me like this,” Erin said, biting her lip as she stared down at him between her thighs. She shuddered when he kissed and nibbled the sensitive skin there. “I mean, you can if you want to...”
“I’ve been thinking about this since I left.” He nuzzled closer to where he really wanted to be and slid his hands from her waist to her ass, lifting her up a little higher and pulling her right down onto his face.
“Wait!” She tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but he kept them open with his broad shoulders. “My sister can hear us!”
“Not for long,” he said before swiping her cunt with his tongue. “I left a pair of noise cancelling headphones in her room.”
“Thank god for technology,” she whimpered and then relaxed. She placed her palms on the upholstered headboard for support and moaned as he licked up and down her slit. When he fluttered his tongue over her clit, she threw her head back and cried out, “Ivan!”
Grinning, he let his tongue make amends for all the stress and upset he had caused her that morning. He suckled and lapped, overcome with her taste and scent. Memories of the first time he went down on her, right here in this house, rushed to the forefront of his mind. He had always enjoyed giving a woman pleasure, but he had never initiated that early in a relationship. He hadn’t even asked her out on a date before he had his face buried between her legs, learning all her secrets with his tongue.
Even then, that first night, he had known she was it. It was as if she had been made for him, as if he had been waiting all those years to find her. His strange and harsh life had brought him from Russia to Houston, putting him right in the middle of her life’s journey. The way their lives had intersected couldn’t possibly be chance. It was always meant to be.
“Ivan. Ivan. Ivan.” Her thighs tensed, and she pressed down against his mouth, seeking his tongue with her movements. “Please. Oh, please, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t!”
She came with a strangled cry, and he held tight to her hip and ass, holding her right there