Stone Cold Knockout (House of Pain Book 1) by Lavender Parker

nakedness. She could feel his hunger. He was starving to touch her and Gennifer ran her tongue over her lips, giving him permission to do just that. When he touched her, she wasn't going to push him away. At that moment, she couldn't fathom pushing him away ever again.
    He held out his hand, and it took her a moment to realize he wanted the soap. She obliged him, her fingers brushing his as she did. Electricity shot through her and for a moment, she thought she was going to come on the spot. He leaned over, setting the soap back on the ledge. Then he grabbed her so quick she didn't have time to react. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her against his bare chest. He dropped his head, his stubbled cheek scraping wonderfully against her smooth one.
    “Do not tease me, solnyshka ,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. In response, she slid her hand out from between her legs and palmed his cock. He inhaled sharply, and she felt him expand and harden under her touch. He murmured something in Russian, thrusting one hand between her thighs, replacing her own. He wasted no time, roughly sliding two fingers inside of her. Gennifer arched her back, the intrusion sending a bolt of pleasure through her. He pumped his fingers and she tightened her fingers around his dick. He dragged his right hand up between her shoulder-blades as he fingered her. “Does that feel good, little girl?” he asked, his voice strained.  She nodded, her mouth opening but no sound coming out. He cradled the base of her skull, pulling her in close. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder, stroking him harder and harder to match his thrusts.
    Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pressed his lips against her throat and ran his tongue over her slick skin. She felt her eyes roll back into her head at the sensation. Her skin was sensitive there, but he sensed that from the very beginning. He was in tune with her in a way that was both terrifying and supremely addicting.  His big body was warm and rough and strong. His movements were sure and confident —he knew exactly what he was doing. He flicked his tongue against her earlobe and she jumped as if burned. She felt herself clench around his fingers, buried deep inside her.  She dragged her mouth across his chest, tasting his salty skin. He tasted just as good as she knew he would. She ran her palm over the smooth head of his erection, wanting more than anything to taste him there. The thought of sucking his big cock deep into her throat sent her into a tailspin that she couldn't recover from. All she could focus on was him. He was bigger than life. His fingers felt big inside of her, but she knew he would feel even bigger. He would stretch her and fill her until... until....
    Gennifer squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, muffling the surprise of her climax against his chest. She heard him growl in her ear, rolling his hips into her fist. Not missing a beat, he didn't slow the pace of his fingers, still pumping into her, stretching out her orgasm as long as possible. He nipped and sucked at her neck, his stubble abrasive in the best possible way. Not able to stop herself, she snaked her arms around his neck and held on, not wanting to let go.
    She felt her muscles loosen as the wave ebbed, and she slumped against him. He pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her empty. Bringing the fingers to his lips, he licked them clean. He stared down at her with hooded eyes, lust all over his face. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him, and the thought warmed her to the core.
    She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, softly, her lips just barely grazing his. She could taste the mint of his gum as well as something else, something that was uniquely him. She cocked her head, taking her time exploring his mouth, not wanting to rush the sensation. She couldn't remember ever wanting to kiss a man so much in her life and he was damn good at it. If possible, he was even better than she'd dreamed