Her Russian Billionaire (BWWM Alpha Male Romance) (8 page)

“Hi.”

Demitri’s eyes held hers for a moment and then he was through the door. Pushing it shut with his foot, Demitri took her into her arms, his lips pressing against hers. It was what he had been waiting for and she tasted as good as he remembered. He had not been with anyone since her and it had been so long ago, it almost felt like a dream.

Tasha pulled away and asked him if he wanted a drink. Her body was ready, but she was not. He was still as overwhelming as ever, but there were things that had to be said before they went any further. Demitri did not like the space in between them and he moved closer, leaning towards her and pinning her against the counter. Tasha moved away and went to her kitchen.

Her hands trembled as she poured him a shot of his own vodka. Then she poured a little more into the glass and handed it to him. Sliding it across the bar, she kept it between them. He took a quick drink and then set the glass back down. Tasha refilled it and looked down, trying to find the way to say it.

“What is it, Tasha?”

“I have something to say and I don’t know how you are going to react to it, so it makes me nervous.”

“Well whatever it is, just spit it out. I haven’t seen you in months and I really want to get to the next part of this evening.” His eyes had not left her body since she opened the door. Her breasts seemed fuller and she was even curvier than she was before. Tasha just had an ethereal glow about her and he chalked it up to his growing need. He couldn’t imagine being upset with anything she had to say; as long as it wasn’t that she didn’t want to see him again, he would be fine with it.

She smiled and he was lost. Her breasts swayed and then she leaned against the counter. The plunging neckline showed more of her as she looked up at him, hesitating. She laughed. “Wow, this is hard.”

His large hand covered hers and he rubbed her with his thumb. The reaction was soothing and she finally met his bright blue eyes. His chiseled jaw was tight. He sensed that something was bothering her and he was trying to prepare himself to not react to it. “Just tell me, Tosh.”

“Demitri, I’m pregnant.”

His hand stilled on her hand, his face losing color.

Chapter 14

Tasha was horrified. He just stared at her like she had just told him she was a man or something. His hand did not move, nor did the man in front of her. “Are you serious?” She nodded her head, waiting for what she dreaded to come. “And it is mine?”

She nodded again, though there was a sharp edge to her eyes. Instead of acting one way, getting mad as she feared, Demitri grinned and got up. He came around the bar and walked towards her, his eyes now on her middle. It made sense as to why she was so damn delicious to him. His hand went to her belly and he kissed her again. He couldn’t have been happier and the congratulatory kiss was soon turning heated.

His large body pressed against hers, her back to the low counter. Her body was ready in seconds, but Demitri was not in his usual rush. His mouth was feverish, but his body was gentle on her. His hands touched her face and then her shoulders, rubbing down her arms. His fingers touched the soft side of her breasts, but he did not do more than touch her in passing. Tasha whimpered, her own need rising in her as her body prepared for his inevitable penetration.

Pulling away from her, he kissed her cheeks, her eyes and then her nose. “You have made me the happiest man in the world. You know that right?”

Tasha smiled and went to him for another kiss. He was intoxicating and the longer they were together, the fuzzier her brain became. All she could think about was him inside of her once more. It had been far too long. She tried to move away, but he held her still. Then suddenly his hands were on her waist, lifting her up onto the edge of the counter.

Her legs wrapped around him as he nuzzled her chest with his face. They were quite a bit bigger than before and they strained to come out of their bindings. When he cupped them under her dress, she thought she was going to die right then and there. Her hands went to pull it down but he stopped her. “Let me. I have dreamed of this for months now, Tasha. I mean, every single night that I couldn’t sleep, I thought of you.”

The feeling of absolute desire was what had been missing from everyone else. He made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. How could he want her so? She would have truly questioned it, if it wasn’t for the unadulterated look of love in his eyes. Her worries of her changing body were laid to rest as her dress came off and over her head. She heard him growl and it made her even wetter.

“Perfect, Tasha.” Demitri had to see it for himself and when he kissed her enlarging stomach, a feeling of possessiveness ran through him. It was not enough that she was in his arms then, he had to make sure that he had her for the rest of his life. Something that he had never considered before was something that he couldn’t stop thinking about when she was away. He too, had a secret for Tasha.

He moved away and stared up at her completely naked body. He looked down at the contrast of his hand against her dark thigh and he imagined what their children would look like. “I think it is time I meet your boy.”

His words didn’t quite register in her mind. Her eyes were closed and she was still waiting for another touch. “That's a big step, Demitri.” She couldn’t think enough to have that conversation then. Her body was bare and opened to him, his eyes burning her with his gaze.

“He ought to know who his stepfather is going to be. I want to do it soon, before the wedding.”

Demitri just blurted it out. He had it all planned in his head, to get on one knee, in a romantic setting, but it seemed as though her kitchen counter was where it was going to happen. He pushed back from her and got his jacket from the back of the chair where he had thrown it in his haste. Going back to her, he had a small box in his hand. Holding it out to her, he opened it. “Will you make me the happiest man on this planet and marry me, Tasha, please?”

The last bit was unnecessary, but so damn endearing. She nodded her head in agreement, but her eyes would not leave the size of the rock. It was huge and though she knew he was rich, he never flaunted it, until then. She thought of Jonell and while he hadn't met him yet, she knew Demitri would be a caring father and be a positive role model to him as he grew up. Her hand shook when he grabbed her hand and started to slide the ring on. She couldn’t believe that it was a perfect fit or that everything had gone from bad to good in a span of five minutes. When they kissed, she was again safe in his arms and this time, she was never letting go. “I love you, Demitri and I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t saved me that night. I have never felt so alive as I do with you and I can’t wait to see if we will have a son or a daughter. I really hope they get your eyes.”

His hands were on her, as well as his lips. He kissed her chest and then went slowly down her abdomen. Skipping her apex, he licked and nibbled his way up one leg and down the other. When he finally got back up to the inner part of her upper thigh, Tasha whimpered against him. She tried not to beg, but he was torturing her with his slow pace. Demitri was treating her as if she was glass that was surely going to break. Tasha really wanted the man that slammed her until she passed out from the pleasure of it. That was the man who her body needed that night, but it seemed that he was moving at his own pace.

Even when he finally reached inches from her essence, he stopped to breathe on her. Tasha opened her thighs wider, trying her damnedest to urge him forward without grabbing his head and pushing it between her legs. “Please, Demitri, fuck, please!”

He grinned up at her, loving the sound of his name on her lips. He never remembered her cussing before and he liked that he could pull her to be so dirty mouthed. He could feel her thighs vibrating against his palms and he knew that she was ready. Her core was bare and he could visibly see the shiny slickness coming forward. He licked his lips, fondly remembering her sweetness from his last taste.

Demitri chuckled and finally pressed his lips against her. She moaned softly as he kissed her in the same way as he had kissed her face. The taunting way that he played with her made her squirm against the counter. Her ass was half off of the surface, trying desperately to find its way into his mouth. He bit her thigh and pushed her back onto the counter. She made a desperate sounding moan that made his already painful cock twitch in his pants. His need for her was overwhelming and pleasing her was the only thing keeping him sane. He was in all-new territory and all he knew was that he had make sure his future wife was happy.

Chapter 15

Demitri was done waiting and by the look on her face, she was as well. Her arms went around his neck when he started to lift her up from the counter. She gripped him close and when he set her down, her supple body slid down his hard length, making him groan.

He started to pull her behind him. He first went to Jonell’s bedroom and when he saw the bed, she giggled. Demitri was beyond laughter, unable to see past his own need. When he finally found her room, he tossed her back onto the bed. Her tits jiggled with the impact. His body covered hers and pressed her down into the mattress. That was the man she remembered and her body responded to his rougher treatment. Each time he ground his hardness against her, a shock went through her body.

Her hands clawed at his shirt, trying to get to his skin underneath. Tasha was past the point of any return and all she could think of was him inside of her. His clothes were distracting her and she needed to feel his skin. He finally helped her, if only to save his shirt from her. Her hands were on him, pulling him back to her. Her breasts crushed against his rigid chest and she moaned as his hard length pressed against her core. It was hard enough that the head pushed some of the material from his pants inside of her. She moaned and pushed him away.

“Take them off or I swear I am going to cut them off of you, Demitri.”

“Calm down, Tasha. That cannot be good for our baby, you being all excited like that.” He grinned and she made a noise of pure exasperation. Her brown eyes had darkened as his hands went to his zipper. He slowly pulled the zipper down, prolonging it even more. She had risen to her elbows and she watched him pull the flap back and move his hips ever so slightly. He was trying to seduce her, but she had been to that point from the moment he had touched her again. There was no reason for any of it. She had been wet from ‘hi’.

Demitri pulled his pants down slowly and then his boxers were in short work after that. Tasha had given up on him ever finishing, so she had started her own ministrations to get the ball rolling. Her eyes were shut and her fingers pressed against her hard knot. One slim finger pushed inside of her tight hole and she squeezed the intrusion, making it feel bigger. Even when she added a second finger, it was just not enough. She had had enough of her own touch and only his would do.

“Are you done?”

She whimpered and nodded. Her body belonged to him and it was becoming more and more clear that he had pure control. Her eyes were drawn to the long, hard piece of meat between his legs, bobbing towards her as he got onto the bed. He slid between her legs and felt as if he was meant to be there. Tasha wrapped her thighs around his waist and drew him closer to her wetness. His hand went to his hardness and pulled back, letting it smack down against her slit. She gasped and wiggled against his length.

Her hips moved in a rocking motion, trying to lodge the head into her tightness. She was panting underneath him and then suddenly he was inside of her, stretching every inch of her tight walls. She screamed out and her body exploded around him by the time he had pulled out and plunged back into her depths. He stayed buried inside of her as she convulsed around him and choked his shaft. He cursed under his breath, the fluid running down him as he pulled out slowly. Her pussy gripped his cock and he pulled a bit of her out with the slow withdraw. Slamming back in, Tasha clung to his body.

“You feel so good, Tasha. I have missed this so much, me inside you and you coming all over my cock.”

She nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly at how good it felt to have him inside of her. She gripped him as hard as she could and reveled in his hiss above her. “Fuck, Tasha, you are going to make me come.” Her hands went to his chest and he pulled out as he moved back as her hands requested. There was a question in his eyes.

“Lay down, I'm down with all the teasing. It's my turn and you better not come until I have again. Well many more times.” She giggled at the shocked look on his face, but he was scrambling onto the bed next to her. Tasha took her time getting on top of him. Their bodies were lined up and holding her body high, she kissed him passionately on his lips. She felt him jerk underneath her as it deepened and she lowered her body down enough to feel his oozing cockhead on her puffy lips.

“Are you ready for me?”

His blue eyes were dark like stormy skies and he nodded his head slowly. She could see him gritting his teeth, his body tense. Demitri was not used to being made to wait and as she hovered over him, Tasha had to smack his hands away from her waist. He wanted control over her so bad, but she had given him his chance.