Page 152 of Mile High Ruin

She grips my shoulders. “Vadim.”

I circle her clit with my thumb while sliding one finger inside her, feeling the way her body immediately closes around me.

She’s tight. Warm. Already close enough that I can tell she won’t need much.

I add a second finger and curl them toward the place that makes her whole body jerk.

Her head tips back. “Oh, fuck.”

I kiss her throat while my hand keeps moving.

Not fast. Not yet. I want to feel every change in her, every time her breathing catches and every time her hips shift toward my fingers without her realizing she’s doing it.

Her breasts press against my chest. I lower my mouth to one again, sucking her nipple while I continue rubbing her clit.

That’s what breaks her.

Her thighs clamp around me. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and the sound she makes is low and helpless as her pussy tightens hard around my fingers. I keep moving through the orgasm, slower now, until her body begins to shake and she grabs my wrist.

“Enough.”

I stop.

For a few seconds, she simply sits there breathing, forehead resting against my shoulder.

Then she lifts her head. “You look very proud of yourself.”

“I am.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

Her eyes narrow.

I kiss her. She kisses me back immediately.

My cock is painfully hard again, pressing against her thigh, and when she reaches down to wrap her hand around it, I have to close my eyes for half a second.

“You are going to make this difficult.”

“That seems fair.”

I take the condom from the inside pocket of my jacket.

Her eyebrows rise. “You carry those now?”

“I have learned to prepare for you.”

“That’s almost romantic.”

“It was not intended to be.”

“Liar.”

I roll it over my cock while she watches. Then I step between her legs, and the humor leaves both of us. I position myself against her entrance, feeling the wet heat of her against the head of my cock.

Sloane inhales sharply.