Cake by Lauren Dane Page B

breasts. She took what she wanted. Demanded her due.
    He didn’t need a pencil. Not when the image of her this way would be burned into his brain for a long time.
    Pushing it from his head, he bent. A brush of his mouth against her ribs and she shivered. She trembled with a soft sigh of his name as he licked over the hollow at her hip bone.
    When he spread her open and licked, she arched on a hiss.
    He learned her, learned what she liked, what made her tense up and what made her thighs shake. He loved this. This power at the heart of a woman. And when she came, he lapped up that quicksilver pleasure and took her in, the smile marking her lips.
    She cracked an eye open. “You’re apparently a genius at sex, too.”
    She made him laugh.
    “We have only just started.”
    She sat up, kissing across his chest, licking over his chest, scraping her teeth over his nipples until she tugged on the rings with her teeth.
    He loved that.
    “Act one you scored a ten. Tell me you have condoms and you’ll get bonus points.” She grabbed his cock. “But you don’t need one right this second. I have plans.”
    She shoved him back, kissing down his belly.
    The sight of her on hands and knees above him was nearly his undoing. He had to take a deep breath to center himself because she was so raw and sexual in that moment it was all he could do not to flip her over and plunge into her body hard and fast.
    And that was before she angled him at the root and slid her mouth down over his cock.
    He made a strangled sound and said stuff in Russian. It made her smile. Even boneless still, from that stellar blow job he’d doled out, the way he fell back to his mother tongue when he was in the throes of emotion was adorable. Not that she’d say so out loud.
    “I like the way you taste,” she said, licking across the head.
    He groaned as she continued to tease.
    She pushed him up slowly, reveling in the fact that what she’d wanted for so long was actually happening. She liked knowing what made him hot. Liked discovering he preferred the flat of her tongue under the crown to the tip.
    He grabbed her upper arms and heaved her up. “Do not move.” He jumped from bed and she watched a very spectacular ass and back as he hustled into the bathroom.
    Returning just a moment later, he tore the wrapper open with his teeth and sheathed his cock quickly. “Hands and knees.”
    Not a question. Not a request.
    Good lord.
    Heat blasted through her as she rolled up and did as he’d said.
    His beard tickled the small of her back when he bent to kiss her. She arched as he tested her readiness but when he began to push into her body there was no way she could stop the moan. He felt so ridiculously good.
    His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he continued to push inside. Taking his time. Making it so deliciously slow she tried to push back, but he held her in place.
    “Oh no, kotyonok . I’m in charge. You’ll get it. I promise.”
    And he kept his promise. But stole her breath again as he pulled nearly all the way back out and thrust in again in one quick movement.
    It was so good and she wanted it so bad, she was glad her hair covered her face because she was fucking delighted. Triumphant even that she’d finally broken past his control and that it was so stellar. Sex with a Russian artist bad boy was all it was cracked up to be and more.
    He knew exactly what he wanted and he took it. And then he gave it to her. Knowing exactly what she wanted. One of his hands snaked around the front of her body and found her clit, circling it slowly in time with his thrusts.
    The pressure of her impending climax built with each breath. It was good. And then it was better. And better. Little arcs of pleasure danced around her nerve endings as he played her body perfectly. They had major chemistry. The combo of their bodies and all their various pheromones and chemicals was delirious and when she came, he was right there with her, pressing in one last