She rolls her eyes at my answer, making me laugh, even though I’m being dead serious. I would kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on her.
“I don’t need you to protect me, Nikolai. I can take care of myself, and I certainly don’t want you going to prison over me.
“Then I guess no one should ever hurt you, or I should just be smart enough to not get caught.” I rest my hands on her hips, remembering how damn good she’d felt underneath me. “I know you can take care of yourself, Moira, but I can’t help feeling very protective towards you.”
“That’s very sweet, but I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time now, and I’m not going to say you did the right thing by killing those guys, but they were bad people, Nikolai, and I definitely know what it feels like to have that kind of rage and to want to take it out on someone.”
“Did someone hurt you?” I ask, feeling my body tense up at the idea of someone hurting my girl, because despite the hiccup in our relationship, I still very much think of Moira as mine. I can’t help it.
She gives me a soft smile. “Down, killer,” she says and then lets out a laugh that sounds slightly unhinged. “I probably shouldn’t say that, should I?”
When I’m still on high alert, waiting to hear who I need to send a very bloody and violent message to, she pats my shoulder like she’s trying to calm a rabid dog and says, “Relax. There’s no one to go after. I’m afraid the cancer beat you to it.”
“Your dad?” I ask
She nods her head.
“He hit you?”
She gives me that defiant look, the one she’d first shown me when I’d come to her club to meet her. “Only until I learned to fight back. Once I could throw a decent punch, he never laid a hand on me.”
“Fucking coward,” I growl, grabbing onto her and pulling her in for another hug. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and if your dad wasn’t already dead, I’d fucking kill him for daring to lay a single finger on you. He should’ve protected you and made you feel safe and loved.”
“Your parents should’ve done the same for you,” she says, wrapping her arms around me tighter. “I’m sorry you had to grow up alone and scared.”
I try not to ever think about my childhood. It was a hell that I’d much rather forget. “It doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “None of that matters. All I care about is you and a future with you. Please tell me you forgive me and that I didn’t ruin everything.”
Pulling back, she presses her forehead to mine and presses the palms of her hands against my face. “Please don’t ever freak out like that again. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was a virgin. I should have.”
“It was your decision to make. I’m just sorry I was so rough. I would have liked to have made it special for you.”
“It was special. It was perfect, Kolya.”
I smile at her use of Kolya and caress the soft, exposed skin where I’m still gripping her hips. “It’s the most beautiful, precious gift I’ve ever been given, and I’m completely unworthy of it.”
“I think that’s for me to decide.” She leans in, and when she presses her lips to mine, everything I’ve been feeling over the last day and a half comes crashing down on me. I need her like I’ve never needed anything, and when she deepens the kiss, I’m more than happy to give her what she wants. She lets out a soft whimper as my tongue finds hers, and when she starts to rock her hips against me, I let out a groan and slide my hands under her shirt, caressing her back and feeling like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get inside her soon.
When I start to pull her sweatshirt off, she doesn’t protest, just pulls back from our kiss long enough for me to yank it off her before her lips are back on mine and she’s giving my bottom lip a suck that has my balls aching and my cock so hard it’s downright painful.
She gives my shirt an impatient tug. “Off,” she demands in between kisses.
I smile and do as she says, groaning when she presses her bare tits against my chest. Sliding my hands inside her pajama bottoms, I cup her bare ass and laugh. “No bra or panties?”
She laughs and mumbles a “I need to do laundry,” before kissing her way to my neck.
Usually I like to be in control during sex, but Moira makes me want all kinds of things I never thought I’d want. Before her, sex was just a way to get off, but now I want to slow it down and savor every damn second of it. I want to take my time and give her as much pleasure as possible, and I don’t mind letting her take the lead. She’s the only person on this planet who I would willingly hand over control to. It feels right, though, especially after what happened yesterday morning. I want her to feel comfortable and to go at her own pace.
The feel of her lips and tongue on the crook of my neck have me gripping her ass even harder as she rocks against me, testing every ounce of willpower I possess. Her hands run down my chest and abs before she starts to unbutton my jeans.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, making her laugh as she stands and quickly pulls off her pants, leaving her naked and me speechless.
“Get your cock out, Kolya,” she says, stunning me into silence. Her hungry eyes run over me as I unzip my pants and free my painful cock. I’m soaked in my own arousal, and when she straddles me again, positioning her pussy right above me, I grab onto her hips, stilling her and making her let out an adorable, angry huff.
“You’re bossy,” I say, holding her even tighter as she struggles to get me inside her. “And I’ve missed you too damn much to rush this.”
She smiles and cups the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me closer. When I slowly start to lower her onto me, she lets out a soft wince, and I immediately freeze in place.
“Don’t you dare,” she warns me. “Just because I give a small wince doesn’t mean I’m about to fall to pieces. You’re not exactly a small man, Kolya.”