Page 14 of Claimed in Sin
So he knows how to take a joke and he knows how to communicate his feelings. I'm only seeing huge green flags, which makes this all that much harder. Stepan is going to want things from me I can't give him, and I'm going to have to let him down easy, but for now I just want to have fun.
"So you just came for the coffee and smoldering gazes?" I sip some more, hiding behind the cup, but he's bold.
"I invited you to coffee so I could invite you back to my place, hoping you'd come this time. And when I say come, I don't mean enter my home."
I almost choke on the drink in my mouth and I have to cough a few times, using a napkin Stepan thrusts into my hand to stop myself from snorting dark brew out my nostrils. I'm standing, bouncing between laughter and near death, and he stands beside me, putting his hand on the small of my back.
"You alright?" he whispers, leaning in.
I nod, because I’m still gasping for air, and then he says, "Good, because the only choking I want you to do is on my dick..." I stiffen as my cheeks start blazing. "Come home with me, Marina...."
And that is the end of my resistance.
I grin at him and nod, picking up my purse and flowers while Stepan takes his coffee in hand and snags the chocolates.
From what I can tell, this may be the ride of my life.
And I'm going to enjoy every second of it until I’m forced to get off.
And my God, do I hope I get off.
8
STEPAN
Ihave never felt more at ease around a woman before and I can't tell if that's a good thing or a dangerous thing. Marina clings to my arm as I walk her up to the front door of the safehouse. I can't take her to my place. It's too risky and farther away. Besides, the whole ride over was a yo-yo between charged silence and dirty flirting. I have her right in the palm of my hand, though I'm painfully aware of how much effect she's having on me too.
"Wow, this is nice," she mumbles, looking down at the landscaping as we step up onto the porch. I unlock and push the door open, letting her in. Then I glance over my shoulder to see if anyone has followed us. I'm no fool. If her father sent men to track her or follow her, I'm taking a huge risk.
"I try to make things nice," I tell her absently, but the street is clear and I don't see any signs of any cars out here.
I walk in and shut the door, dropping my key, wallet, and phone on the stand beside the door, then I turn my full attentiontoward her. Her eyes rake over me and I see only the faintest hint of hesitation.
"So?" she says, nervously biting her lower lip. I step forward until we're almost touching and my hands clamp onto her hips so I can haul her against me. She makes a small, hungry sound in her throat before her mouth crashes into mine.
The kiss is messy—tongues sliding, teeth clashing at first. I groan when her nails dig into my neck and pull me against her harder. She tastes like the sweet coffee she's been drinking, and I pry the purse from her hands and drop it on the floor before I start backing her across my living room. When her body stops moving and my hips press against hers, I know she's pinned between me and the couch.
"Stepan," she whispers, but I'm in no mood for talking. The moment has finally arrived for me to take what I've been craving, and I'm not a patient man.
"Shh," I whisper as I grab her ass and grind against her. "If you want me to stop, just say so. Otherwise, let me work."
Marina whimpers and arches her head back while I suck at her pulse point, but she doesn’t push me away. She hops up to perch on the back of the couch, thighs parting enough for me to step between them. My palms slide upward, tracing the curve of her hips, then higher to the buttons of her shirt. I pop the first one open, then the next, fingers brushing the bare skin revealed underneath—no bra, just the soft swell of her breasts coming into view. Her nipples are already tight, dark points begging for attention.
"Off," I mutter against her mouth.
She shrugs out of the shirt while I yank it down her arms. It falls behind her and my hands cover her tits immediately, squeezing until she arches forward with a sharp breath, pressing harder into my palms. I pinch both nipples lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling them, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
"God, that sound... You're making my dick so hard, Marina." And it's true. This isn't just for her. I may be doing a job, but she really has me going. I'm rock hard, aching to be buried in her, but first I want to hear her scream.
I drop lower, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her pants. The zipper comes down with a quick rasp and I shove the fabric past her hips. She lifts to help, hastily kicking the pants off along with her shoes. Black lace panties cling to her now, already damp at the center. I drag them down her thighs, letting them pool at her ankles before she kicks them off too. She's bare, pussy lips swollen and slick, glistening for me like she's begging.
"I—" she starts but I kiss her hard, cutting her off.
"I said, no talking. Let me work..." The lust in her eyes is infectious. She wants this as bad as me.
I sink to my knees between her spread thighs as she leans back, offering herself completely. I grip her hips and drag her forward until her ass sits right on the wide backrest, legs hooked over my shoulders, and then I dig in.
I drag my tongue along her slit from bottom to top, tasting the sharp salt of her arousal. She jerks and groans so I do it again, pressing the flat of my tongue firmer this time, letting it glide over her clit at the crest. Her hips twitch forward, chasing the pressure.
