Page 25 of The Healing Touch (Manwhore #3)

Getting out, she yawned. God knew how long she’d slept.

It hadn’t occurred to her to check the clock before her shower.

She wrapped one of the big towels around her body and turned on the water in the sink, the need to brush her teeth strong.

She hated fuzziness on her teeth. Grossed her out.

Once that was done, she grabbed another towel and bent over to start drying her hair.

“Becca!”

She heard Dimitri bellowing her name barely seconds before he burst through the bathroom.

She stood up so fast, it dislodged her towel.

She stared down in horror as it slipped off her body and pooled around her feet.

When her gaze met Dimitri’s, she watched his expression go from shock to lust in a matter of seconds.

The shift was so fast, she took a hesitant step backward.

“Close the door!”

He ignored her and came closer, his expression hardening. Shit. She grabbed at the towel and barely managed to pull it up before his hands wrapped around her arms, pulling her close.

“Dimitri…”

“Becca…”

She swallowed around the very large lump in her throat, aware of where his fingers burned into her very naked skin.

“We aren’t doing this.” As hard as she tried, she couldn’t stop the slight tremor in her voice.

He closed his eyes and she watched, fascinated, as he fought with himself.

So many emotions, some she couldn’t even define, flickered in his expression.

When he opened those baby blues, it only made her flight or fight instinct scream flight .

Flee, run now . He shifted his hands to grasp her around the waist, and he picked her up, only to set her on the countertop.

She still had to look up to meet his eyes.

Dimitri was that tall. The lust burned brightly, but there was a hard determination there as well.

“You’re right. I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”

She let out a little sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. His next words made her stiffen.

“But I am going to fuck you, Becca, so hard and so deep, you’ll never forget the feel of me.”

“No…”

He put a finger to her lips. “Sweetheart. We have a lot to talk about, including something you don’t know about me.”

She let out a shuddering breath when his finger trailed along her jawline, down her neck to the top of the towel she was desperately clutching. He hooked his index finger in the fabric and pulled, until the cloth fell into her lap. He licked his lips, enthralled with her breasts.

Becca tried to pull the towel back up, but he shook his head. “Don’t.”

“Dimitri…please…I…”

“Hush, Krasivaya . I already told you I wasn’t going to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to look at you.”

Dimitri savored the little whimper that escaped her lips when he traced the outline of her nipple with his finger. She wanted him. As badly as he wanted her, but he needed her to admit it. He wanted her, all of her, and he wanted to give himself to her, his true self, the man who loved control.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to touch you.” He pinched her nipple, and she gasped, the blush blooming. The color spread between her breasts and raced up her skin, bursting to a halt on her cheeks.

He smiled and leaned forward, kissing her lightly, pinching her poor nipple harder.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to taste you.”

He released her nipple, her sharp cry egging him on.

He pulled the tortured bud into his mouth, sucking ever so gently, his tongue teasing it.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, and he stopped, pulling her hands free.

He placed them on the counter, his expression harder than he’d ever used on any woman.

If she touched him, he might fuck her. He wanted her to trust him, and that meant she needed to keep her hands the hell off him.

“Don’t move.” She started to argue, but he kissed her. Hard. “Don’t fucking move an inch. Keep those hands where they are.”

“Dimitri…”

“No.” The word was harsh, his breathing getting a little ragged. “Do as you’re told, Rebecca. Don’t fucking move.”

The little nod was all he needed. He kissed her again, softly this time.

“Good girl.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, his thumbs rubbing the pebbled nipples. “Lean back for me, sweetheart.”

Becca’s hormones had thrown her good sense out the window.

She leaned backward, using her hands to support her.

This was a side of Dimitri she’d only glimpsed earlier, but it was one that spoke to her on a subconscious level.

It was something she didn’t even know she liked, not until he’d gone all alpha on her.

Sure, she read books, but still. It was one thing to read about and another to experience it.

When his mouth replaced his thumb, her entire body hummed.

She gripped the edge of the counter to keep from pulling him closer.

What the hell was he doing to her? Playful, teasing Dimitri she could resist all day, but not the alpha male basically telling her to shut the fuck up and enjoy it.

It hit a button that had never been pushed before, and her body responded like a good little girl.

He bit her nipple the same moment he twisted the other one, and she cried out, the sharp stab of pain giving way to a burning pleasure that traveled down to her clit, and she shifted, trying to relieve the ache. Dimitri chuckled and pressed closer, forcing her legs to spread wider.

Becca’s head fell back as the sensations assaulted her. She ground herself against the damn counter, trying to get some relief. He let her tortured nipple escape his lips, keeping the other hostage.

“Was I right, Becca?” His blue eyes danced with a wicked light. “Were you playing with yourself yesterday morning? Using your fingers to circle your clit, trying to ease the ache that no mechanical toy can ever fully satisfy?”

He was right, but she refused to admit it. He pinched her nipple harder, and it sent a spasm of pleasure through her so intense her walls convulsed and she felt the moisture dripping.

“Tell me.”

The bite of command in his voice snapped her head up. There was no give in his eyes. He wanted an answer, and he was prepared to do what it took to get said answer.

“Yes.”

The towel was pulled away and tossed to the side. She was completely naked, her legs spread wide, breasts thrust upward due to the position he’d put her in. She blushed hard, a little embarrassed. No one had ever really seen her naked before, not even Rob Jamison, the boy who’d taken her virginity.

“So pretty.” He leaned in and licked her bottom lip. “Do you know how beautiful you are, sweetheart?”

He squatted in between her legs, and she let go of the counter, pulling at him, realizing what he was going to do. No one had ever touched her there except herself. It was too intimate. He couldn’t…

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”

His words were ice cold, and she shivered, pulling her hands back instinctively.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

She shook her head, not trusting her voice.

“Where are those hands supposed to be?”

She clutched the counter again, a little afraid, but so turned on, she feared she might come with nothing more than a simple touch.

“Good girl.” He flashed her a smile and gripped her hips, pulling her forward so her ass was almost hanging off the countertop. “I am not going to fuck you, even though I want to, Becca, so unless you want my cock buried inside you, don’t fucking move. Understand?”

She nodded.

“Words, Rebecca, I want the words.”

“I understand.” She didn’t recognize the whine in her voice, the raspy sound that left her when he picked up both legs and pushed them backward toward her chest, spreading them wide.

“Hold your legs. Don’t let them move unless I move them.”

She obeyed instantly and sucked in a breath when he kissed the backs of her legs. This was too much, the sensations too intense.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes moved to him. He smiled. “I want to see those eyes when I taste you, Becca. Don’t close them.

” His finger slipped between her folds, spreading the moisture.

“So wet, Krasivaya . I know you’re not a virgin.

You said as much when you admitted to using a vibrator, but have you ever had a man inside you before? ”

She nodded. “I grew up around a motorcycle club, D. You don’t do that and not have sex.”

He growled, the lust in his face growing. “How long has it been, Becca?”

“I was eighteen the last time I had sex.”

She was going to be so tight. He’d have to be more careful than he’d originally thought. Vibrators were not equipped to prepare her for him. Fuck, but it would feel good. His dick jumped in agreement, and he beat the fucker back. He wouldn’t get to taste her tonight.

“You are never ever going to use a toy again, unless I tell you to. Do you understand me?”

“I…”

“The only person or thing to give you pleasure is going to be me, Rebecca Joyce. You belong to me, and that means your pleasure belongs to me too.”

He didn’t want to scare her, but she needed to understand a few things. This was who he was, and he wanted her to accept him. To accept what only he could give her.

“Dimitri…I…” He saw the uncertainty in her eyes, saw the naked desire to trust him, to believe what she was seeing, but the fear beat back the hope in her expression.

“Shh…” He leaned forward and licked her from her opening all the way to her clit, stopping to suckle it. “Trust me, sweetheart. Trust me to take care of you.”

A low keening sound left her when he began to tease her swollen clit, his tongue swiping over it before he pulled it with his teeth.

She was so close. God, the taste of her.

He lapped at the juices leaking from her, humming in contentment.

He could just sit here and taste her. Her scent surrounded him, and he slipped two fingers inside her.

She cried out and clamped around his fingers so hard, he couldn’t move them for a minute. Her eyes were glued to his, the sleepy look full of need, her expression pained, her breasts heaving. Slowly, he twisted his fingers inside her, forcing them deeper, his fingertips rubbing the swollen flesh.

“There’s my girl.” He pulled his fingers out, careful not to hurt her, and sucked them into his mouth, eyes closing. He stood and leaned over her. “Taste yourself, Krasivaya .” He kissed her, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth, and she twisted, trying to get as close as she could to him.

He slapped her ass hard enough to sting. “Don’t move.”

She whimpered, her breathing labored, and he smiled. “Good girl.” He stood back and looked at her, basically immobile and so close to the edge, all he’d have to do is one quick, hard thrust of his fingers, but he liked seeing her like this, so close and dependent upon him for her release.

He ignored the burn in his legs that announced he’d soon have to sit. He could deal with the pain, even enjoyed it a little. He didn’t move, only gyrated his hips into her, and she gasped, the rasp long and loud.

“Please, Dimitri…” She bit her lip when the seam of his shorts lined up with her clit. “Oh, God, please…” Her legs shook, the muscles so tight, Dimitri knew she could come at any minute.

“Tell me, baby, what do you need? Just tell me.”

“I…” She tried to move, but he gripped her hips, holding her still while he gently slid his hips up and down, the seam of his shorts torturing not only her, but his abused cock. It ached with a hurt so intense, his eyes almost rolled back in his head.

“Tell me,” he barked out, his voice harsher. Fuck, she needed to say it soon, or he was going to come in his jeans without her.

“Make me come, Dimitri…please.”

Her hoarse words spurred on his cock, and he slid against her with not only speed, but pressure. She quivered, and he swallowed her cry of release with his lips, holding her in place until his cock decided to stop convulsing with his own release.

“Fuck.” His head fell and rested against her cheek after a few minutes, but he still didn’t release his bruising grip on her hips.

She let out a shaky laugh. “I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me.”

“That wasn’t fucking, sweetheart. That was foreplay.”

He stood and winced as his legs reminded him he’d been standing for too long, even if he had been bent over the naked flesh of the sexiest woman he’d ever met. He found her washcloth in the shower and used it to clean her up, doing his best not to hurt her.

She whimpered when he dragged the cloth over her still overly sensitive clit.

He dipped a finger into her, and she cried out, her walls convulsing again, and he smiled as the second orgasm hit her full on.

It pleased him to no end to know his touch could do that to her.

He thrust into her gently until the last of her tremors stopped then washed her again.

He pried her hands away from her legs and pulled her up, his lips trailing butterfly kisses over her face. “You good?”

“I…” She cleared her throat. “I don’t know. What was that, D?”

He smiled. “That was the beginning of us, Rebecca Joyce Rhodes. Now, get your ass off this damned counter and get dressed while I find some clothes. I went and got food. We can eat and talk about…this while I sign those damn books.”

He left her sitting there, staring at him like he’d lost his mind, while he went to find new pants.