Crash into Me: A BWWM Russian Billionaire Romance (11 page)

She didn’t know how she did it to him. She didn’t know how he did it to her, either. What she did know was that when his tongue joined his fingers in working her up and driving her mad with desire, she moaned his name and curled her fingers into the fine fabric of his duvet.

“Alexei,” she gasped, working her hips back.

She could feel him smirk against her, and he went to work, licking and teasing her with his tongue, all the while pumping his fingers into her slick entrance. As with everything else, when Alexei did this, he
did
it. He put his whole focus on making sure that he was having as big an impact as possible, licking from top to bottom, swirling his tongue around, kissing her clit and then teasing her mercilessly until she was shaking and so close she could taste it at the back of her throat.

Emma wasn’t usually so vocal, but she was falling apart right then and there, crying out and humping back on his fingers and against his mouth. “Please,” she practically sobbed, all that heat and pleasure sitting just under her skin and waiting to burst forth. “So close,
please
.”

Alexei just hummed and worked his way down to suck at her clit before he shoved his fingers in her hard, and she shattered into a million pieces with the force of her orgasm, going tight around his fingers and bucking her hips back, tremors going through her body as she fought to breathe and not collapse right there on his bed.

He pulled back in stages, working his fingers free of her and then pushing his tongue in to replace them for a moment, keeping the waves of pleasure going past the point when they would have faded away.

With one last kiss to her now dripping sex, he pulled all the way back, and Emma didn’t need to see him to know that he was still smirking, she could hear it in his voice when he spoke. “You liked that.”

“Oh, shut up,” Emma panted, but she was radiating contentment, so there was no heat in her tone. She collapsed onto the bed, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’m not done with you, yet,” Alexei said, and he was rolling her over and pinning her down. His fingers found hers and threaded them together before he was lifting her arms over her head and pinning her hands to the pillows with his own hands.

Emma blushed at the intimacy of the position and how exposed she was for him, breasts on display as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. He had an excellent view down her body to everything, and she just wasn't used to this sort of thing at all.

It was clear that he was, though, and he climbed on top of her, lining their bodies up so he could kiss her.

His height and size advantage meant that she was trapped under him, and the sensation of it sent a thrill up her spine even though she was still over sensitive from the orgasm she’d just had.

There was a heated look in his eyes as he gazed down at her, and when he kissed her, she couldn’t help but arch up to meet him. It was like their bodies were magnetized to each other, always meeting in the middle, and this kiss was messy and hot and delicious. It was all teeth and tongue, the two of them battling for the upper hand even though Emma was the one pinned down. But that didn’t mean she just had to take it. No, it meant that she was licking into his mouth and pushing her tongue against his, biting down on his bottom lip and sucking it into her own mouth, all the while arching her hips up and rubbing against him.

“You’re a tease,” he murmured against her mouth when they parted to breathe.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emma replied, trying to look innocent.

Alexei snorted and lowered his mouth more, finding all those sensitive places on her neck with his lips and teeth, drawing little sounds from her all the while. Already she was raring to go again, and she could feel how hard he was against her.

“You want me,” she breathed, partly to tease him, partly because she was still wrapping her head around it. Here was a man who could have arguably whoever he wanted and was probably used to getting it, and he was choosing her. He had chosen her even after she’d turned him down, and she didn’t understand it.

Maybe she was just one in a long line of flings for him.

Maybe he had just wanted to wear her down so he could say that he really
could
have anyone he wanted.

Whatever the reason, for the moment, she didn’t care. When he shifted their positions so that he could push into her wanting body, she gasped out loud. He felt so good pushing inch by slow inch into her body, and she arched and writhed under him, still held down by his hands in hers.

He swore under his breath in what was probably Russian, breathing hard as he seated himself within her, curls hanging around his face as he looked down at her.

She looked right back up at him, watching the pleasure flicker through his eyes as he worked his hips in small circles, clearly trying to hold still so as not to overwhelm her.

“Alright?” he asked, breathless.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Move. C’mon, give it to me.”

That was clearly all the urging he needed. He pulled back so that his cock slid almost all the way out of her and then pushed in, not hard, but deep, making sure that she felt every bit of it as he moved.

Emma made a broken sound, pleasure reigniting in her as her toes curled. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, using the leverage to grind her hips down and meet him in the middle.

Judging from the sound he made, he liked that, and that was how they set their pace. He pulled out and pushed in, and she worked her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust each time. The sound of their skin slapping together and meeting rang out in the spacious bedroom, and their harsh breathing and soft sounds blended together, amping up in both frequency and loudness as each of them got closer to finding their completion in the other.

Emma held Alexei’s hands so hard she could feel her bones creaking as she spiraled higher and higher until all that pleasure snapped and she was falling apart right then and there, sensation rushing through her so fast that it took her breath away.

Swear words and moans dropped from Alexei’s mouth as he kept thrusting, kept working his hips faster and harder until he was slamming in and shuddering hard, clearly finding his own release.

When they were both sated, they lay there. Alexei rolled them over so that Emma’s head was cradled between his neck and shoulder, and neither of them said a word.

What was there to say, anyway? It was uncharacteristic of them to be silent around each other, but what they had just done spoke volumes, and Emma, for her part, was too heavy and dazed with pleasure to over think it just then.

Chapter 8: Things Get Messy

On Sunday morning, Alexei woke from a dream he couldn’t remember to a room that definitely wasn’t his. He yawned and let his hand slide against the soft skin it was touching, smiling and pressing a kiss to the dark shoulder that was uncovered by the blanket.

They were at Emma’s house, where they had relocated after spending basically all of Saturday morning and afternoon at his apartment.

If these weekends full of sex and teasing and food were going to become a habit, Alexei was certainly going to let them. It wasn’t the way he usually did things at all, since the way he usually did things involved hookers or women that he kicked out the next morning, but Emma was different for some reason. She was someone who made him want to keep coming back for more, and he hoped that wouldn’t change any time soon.

They’d gone out for dinner on Saturday night, and Emma had told him that she had things to do on Sunday so she wasn’t going to follow him back to his place like some affection starved puppy. Alexei had just smiled at her and followed her back to her place instead.

They’d had sex in her shower and then fallen into bed, and now Emma was sleeping, snoring softly as she wiggled in his hold and rubbed her delightful bottom against his morning hardness.

Alexei was just considering seeing if he could convince her that a round of morning sex was what they needed when he caught sight of his phone on the nightstand, the LED notification light blinking a steady green.

He had missed calls and messages.

He groaned softly and shook his head when he saw the time. It wasn’t even ten in the morning on a Sunday, so unless the world was ending or someone else had died, it was his mother who had been trying to reach him.

Alexei couldn’t help but remember that the last time he’d ignored his mother’s calls for sex, someone
had
just died. So he sighed and reached over Emma to claim the phone, kissing her shoulder once more before he slipped out of the bed and padded naked into the living room.

Of course his mother couldn’t have just left a voicemail like a normal person. He supposed the reason she had called his cell in the first place was because she couldn’t get him on the phone at his apartment. Honestly, he was surprised that she had anything to say to him so soon after he’d walked out on her matchmaking dinner like he had.

To his surprise, when he unlocked his phone, none of the calls were from his mother, but from the manager of his building.

He called him back right away.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Alexei Alexandrov. I saw that you’d been trying to call me.”

“Oh, Mr. Alexandrov. Yes. I’ve been trying to reach you since early this morning.”

Alexei winced. “Sorry about that. I’m at a friend’s house and I didn’t have my phone with me. Is everything alright?” Considering he had missed five calls from the man, he was guessing that everything
wasn’t
alright.

“Well, we aren’t sure at the moment. Around five this morning, the security alarm started going off in your apartment. Now, as you know, we take the security and safety of all of our tenants very seriously, so the police were alerted, and we went to check out the disturbance. From what we can tell, there was a forced entry, but no other signs of disturbance.”

“So...what does that mean?” Alexei asked. “Someone broke into my apartment but didn’t mess anything up?”

The man cleared his throat. “Uh...yes. Pretty much exactly that. We still have to review the security footage, so we can find out more information, but I wanted to see if you’d like to be there for that.”

“Yes, absolutely,” Alexei said. “I can be there in an hour.”

The manager told him to come directly to his office in the building, and Alexei hung up, a bit shaken. In all the time he’d lived in that apartment, no one had ever tried to break in before. It just wasn’t done. His building was inhabited by other people with money, and it had state of the art security systems and a guard that was supposed to keep people from going up to the apartments from the lobby if they weren’t meant to be in the building.

He highly doubted that any of his neighbors wanted to steal from him, so it had to be someone outside. But what would be the point of breaking in if they weren’t going to take anything? Just show him that they could? Who would want to make a point like that to him? As far as he knew, he didn’t have any enemies, but you never knew when it came down to things like money and Russian families.

His head was already aching from the speculation, and he rubbed at his forehead, unsettled.

“Hey, there you are,” Emma said from the doorway of the bedroom, and Alexei turned to see her standing there looking positively delicious in his shirt from the night before and nothing else.

“Here I am,” he agreed. “Did you think I’d left?”

There was a look in her eyes that said that yes, that was exactly what she’d thought. He wondered if that was something that happened to her often or if she’d just been expecting it of him in particular. She wouldn’t be wrong, exactly. Mornings after were hardly one his favorite things, but they’d already had a couple of them between them, and he wouldn’t have left without saying something to her first.

“Well, you left all your clothes on my floor, so unless you were planning to drive back to your place naked, I knew you had to be around somewhere.”

Her voice was more confident than her face, and Alexei forgot all about the phone call for a second and moved in closer to her, a smile spreading across his lips.

“I wouldn’t have gone anywhere without saying goodbye first,” he promised, using his fingers to tip her chin up, making her look at him. As if sealing his words, he kissed her firmly, like he seemed to be almost addicted to doing these days.

There was just something about the sweetness of her mouth and the way she arched up against him, warm palms against the skin of his chest as she returned the kiss eagerly. He was getting used to this, which probably wasn’t good since he didn’t even know what they were doing. He wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, but he didn’t want to think about that. Not when she was pressed against him and wearing his clothes and looking like something he wanted to keep.

“You know,” he murmured against her mouth, tongue dragging along her bottom lip. “It’s not nice to take other people’s clothes.”

“You left them on my floor,” Emma reiterated, and he was pleased to hear how breathless she sounded already. “I think that made them fair game.”

He smirked and nipped at her mouth. “I’m not sure that’s how this works. You’re lucky you look so good in the shirt. Otherwise I might be forced to...repossess it.”