Wild Men of Alaska Collection - By Helmer, Tiffinie Page 0,131

battle. Wanted to kill every person who had caused her pain.

She shivered under his hands. “Not what I meant. Two spies? How would that work?”

“One retired spy and one soon to be retired, I hope. Ve understand each other. And you can hold your own against me. I find that extremely attractive.”

He took her hand in his, kissed her fingers. “Come to bed vith me, Katja. Let me show you just how vell ve fit together.”

She let him lead her to the bed. He turned down the covers. It wasn’t lost on him the difference between having her on his bed like this from just a few hours ago fighting with her, tying her up. Leaving her. He wasn’t leaving her tonight. They were snowed in. No one could get in or out of The Edge of Reason.

Finally, they had time.

She lay on the bed.

“Stay.” He turned and stoked the fire, lit the candles on the mantle, and snuffed the lights. The glow from the snow, along with the fire, illuminated her ivory skin and turned her hair a darker red. She was stunning, lying on his bed, waiting for him. He had a moment wondering if he’d conjured her. So many nights he’d dreamt of having her here with him. It was hard to believe she was real. Their coming together downstairs, while it had rocked him, it had been frantic and over much too soon.

Tonight would not be the same.

He stripped bare in front of her, loving the way her eyes followed his movements, her breath quickening in the silent room. Only the moaning of the wind and flickering of the greedy flames added a wildness that complimented her the way no other music could.

He crawled onto the bed, up her body and settled his weight on top of her. The pleasure of her bare skin against his caused bliss to settle in his bones. The feeling was one so foreign, emotion thickened his vocal cords. Afraid of what declarations might come from his mouth—declarations she wasn’t ready to hear—he kissed her, expressing physically how he felt.

She groaned under him, her hands grasping his hips. He shifted his lower body away from her. The woman had a way of taking him in hand and getting him to lose control, like she had downstairs. That was not happening here.

Here, he was in charge.

She raked her nails up his back and then down to his buttocks, and his whole body hardened under her hands.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t in charge.

His mouth turned greedier even though he did his best to slow things down. He deepened the kiss, while his hands stroked her, trying to be careful, his touch tender, exploring. She arched under him, her leg anchoring over his hip as she pressed against him.

Bozhe moi. How did she fire his blood like this?

His hands rougher than he intended, yanked her hips against his, his shaft riding between her thighs along her slick folds, rubbing the sensitive area that had her wrenching her mouth free on a cry, and sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

He refused to enter her. Not yet.

“Sergei.”

How he loved a demanding woman.

His mouth captured the nipple of one breast, his fingers the other as he continued to grind against her.

She growled, losing patience with him, and tossed him over onto his back. The strength it took for her to be able to move a man like him, one who had expected her to make the move, so astonished him that he lay there on his back stunned for a moment.

A moment that was his undoing.

She straddled his thighs. He could see where they would have control issues. They both liked dominant positions. This was going to be fun.

And torture.

Retribution shined in her eyes as her hands teased their way down his body, her mouth following in their wake as she licked and nipped at his chest, his nipples, down the contours of his stomach, to grasp the base of his shaft in her hand.

Her tongue circled the tip.

He snarled, watching her as she took him in her mouth. Heat infused him, and colors painted the room. She knew what he liked, how to run her teeth, her tongue, enclose her lips over his flesh to where if he didn’t get her to stop he’d lose himself right then and there.

He had more planned for them.

He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her off him. She gave a startled cry as he tossed her onto her stomach, and