Free Dark Chase (The Gunrunner Series) by Miranda Kavi Page A

the wall behind her and entwined their fingers. The effect was dominating and sweet at the same time.
    An ache filled her up. How she’d longed for this, begged for this, prayed for this moment.
    He moved his head down to her neck. “I have missed you, Sophia,” he murmured in between kisses. He kissed a trail down to her cleavage then back up her neck to her mouth.
    “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
    He stopped and clasped her face with both of his hands. “Have you?”
    “Yes,” she said, meeting his eyes.
    He dropped his hands from her face and kissed her again, cradling the back of her head and neck. He pulled away again, leaving their faces only inches apart. He looked in her eyes and gently squeezed her neck. “I love you,” he said gruffly.
    Her eyes welled up with tears. It was what she wanted more than anything. What she’d been yearning for. This man, holding her this way, saying those words to her.
    “I love you,” she whispered.
    He smiled, full on with dimples and straight white teeth. “Say it again,” he said.
    “I love you, Dmitri,” she said louder.
    He groaned, leaning his head against hers. “You are mine,” he whispered. “Tell me.”
    “I’m yours. All yours,” she said.
    He kissed her again, hard. He grabbed her knees and yanked them up, forcing her legs to go around his waist. She was pinned against the cool, hard wall by six feet of Russian hotness.
    Her core lit up and her heart drummed a rapid pace. Her body responded to everything: his voice, his touch, his smell. She arched into him, almost unconsciously closing the space between them.
    “Make love to me,” she pleaded in between frantic kisses.
    He grunted, gently carrying her to the bed, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He gently threw her down on the soft bed then stood back and watched her. She knew the look in his eyes because she was sure it was in hers, too: that empty, hollow longing that only he could fill.
    She couldn’t wait any longer.
    She sat up, yanked off his tie, and threw it behind her. She tugged on his jacket, and he shrugged his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms and on to the floor. She started working the buttons on his shirt, one by one. Each piece of new flesh exposed met her lips. She kissed every scar, flicking her tongue against his nipples. He sucked in his breath.
    He reached for her, kissing her, crushing her to him.
    He leaned back and began unbuttoning her blouse, one tiny pearl button at a time. “Fuck this,” he said. He ripped her shirt open, sending a shower of buttons clattering on the bed and floor.
    “That was expensive,” she murmured.
    He licked his lips and stared at her. She wiggled her hips and chest under his stare.
    “Do not tease me,” he growled.
    “It’s not teasing if it’s all yours,” she said.
    “Mine,” he agreed. He rested his hand on her stomach, touching her small scar, watching her face without moving. His eyes met hers, and she saw the madness pulsing in them. All for her.
    He grabbed the front of her bra and yanked it down. The elastic on the straps popped. It was ruined, but she didn’t care.
    He suctioned on to her nipple, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue. His hands traveled down to her waist, deftly opening her pants and sliding his hand inside her underwear.
    He rubbed circles on her clit, making her moan and buck under him as much as she could with his mouth clamped on her nipple.
    He released her swollen nipple. “Say it again,” he said.
    “I love you,” she gasped.
    “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his fingers massaging her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, his firmness pushing into her sensitive area.
    “I want you. Only you. All of you.”
    He took his hands off her body long enough to remove her pants and panties. She unclipped her bra and tossed it off the side.
    She was naked and vulnerable, lying on the bed for him to see all of her. There was no hiding.
    He stepped back