Submit (The Underground Book 4) by Becca Jameson Page A

have to put any normal response to too much stimuli aside and work in the middle of the night.
    “On top of all that, a gigantic, brooding, bossy vampire is following me around, and I have no idea what intentions he has concerning me.
    “So, yeah. I’m struggling to catch my breath, and I won’t be able to fall asleep for hours. I offered to sleep in another room or the floor. I have nothing of my own with me but the clothes on my back. I met the man in the bed next to me yesterday while I was leaning over the toilet, and there are three other people in the apartment I met briefly.
    “I have no idea what I’m supposed to do tomorrow. I have a job to do that’s suddenly limited by the FBI, and chances are I’m going to have a battle on my hands the first time I mention going to work. I—”

Chapter Eight
    Her last words were caught in her throat when Nikolav rolled over into her space, hauled her against him, and kissed her.
    She lost her last brain cell.
    He angled his mouth to one side and ran his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened for him. It wasn’t difficult. It happened naturally.
    Nikolav consumed her. His body hovered over hers, but barely. Everything important was lined up and touching. The only thing between them was the T-shirt she wore, her panties, and his briefs.
    He hooked one knee between hers and tucked his arm around her, his palm under her shoulder blade.
    Her breasts swelled, her nipples pressed against his chest, throbbing. A tight ball formed in her stomach as he continued to devour her as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks and would only survive if he could suck her essence out through her mouth.
    She got so lost in the kiss, she found herself lifting her pussy up to make contact with his thigh. A growing need to have him inside her took over. She’d never in her life experienced such a strong drive to have sex.
    His cock rested against her hip. Enormous. It should scare her. If it matched the rest of him, it would have to be too huge to fit.
    She didn’t care. She wanted him to rip her panties off and press into her.
    Now.
    Who cared what happened afterward as long as she had this night with Nikolav Andropov?
    Wetness leaked into her panties as she rubbed her pussy against his thigh. She grabbed his bicep with her free hand and squeezed the firm muscle, pulling him closer.
    Nikolav’s hand slid down from her shoulder blade to her hip, and he pressed her torso into the mattress, keeping her from rubbing against him.
    Her arousal shot through the roof at the restraint.
    Did he have any idea what he did to her?
    It was maddening.
    Finally, he broke free of her lips slowly, still raining tiny kisses on her mouth until he separated, leaving about a millimeter of space between them.
    She licked her lips, inadvertently touching his at the same time.
    Holy shit .
    “Vampire?” he whispered.
    After that long, drawn-out speech, the only word he honed in on was that one? She squirmed, unsure what she wanted to happen next. Her body was on fire. She heaved for oxygen.
    “What makes you think of me as a vampire?”
    “Is that the only thing you heard me say?” she muttered, pushing or pulling on his bicep. She had no idea which. And it didn’t matter because he didn’t budge one way or the other. In fact, his hand still held her down at her hip, his fingers spread so they touched her belly, her thigh, and her ass. His palm rested precariously close to her sex, and she wished he would shift it closer.
    “Oh, baby. I heard every word. I’m just curious about that one. Do you think I’m going to suck the life out of you?”
    “I’m certain you’re capable of sucking the life out of anyone you meet. And I don’t frankly care what part of me you suck as long as you do it. But that’s not what I meant. I was referring to your looks. Your dark hair, brooding personality, furrowed brow, serious expression, pale skin—”
    He cut her off again. “You want me to suck you? Anywhere I