She relaxes back into her seat and raises her glass to me before taking a healthy drink. “I will sit here and admire the view then.” She takes another drink and says, “I meant to ask you about that night at the Arctic Fox, the one where you had me against the wall and then licked my tear from your thumb like an absolute savage, what happened with the blonde in the miniskirt? Why did she run out crying?”
I start loading up the dishwasher and groan at the memory. “A savage, huh?”
She smiles and says, “I’m not going to lie. It had me crazy turned on.”
“You’re not the only one. It took every ounce of willpower I had to not fuck you right there in the hallway.”
Her green eyes heat up at my words, making my body immediately respond. God, I’m apparently going to just be constantly hard for the rest of my life. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to get enough of her. I highly doubt it. I think I’ll always feel starved for her, never feeling like I can get enough, always left in a perpetual state of wanting more.
“To answer your question,” I say, trying to calm my raging cock so I can at least get the damn dishes done. “I was pissed when I saw that dipshit grinding against you on the dance floor, so I took her down the hall. For a split second I thought I could just get you out of my damn head by fucking some random woman.” I sigh and load up the last dish. “But I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want her. The idea of even kissing her disgusted me so much that I couldn’t do it. She was less than pleased.”
“Yeah, I picked up on that. Her group was in front of me in the line to get in. They were talking about you, and she’d been very adamant about how she was going to make a move on you.”
“Yeah, I bet,” I say, knowing that a lot of women came in with that same goal.
“I wasn’t dancing with that guy. As soon as you looked over, he started dancing close to me, but I shoved him away. You’d already left with Miniskirt, though, so you didn’t see it.”
I start the dishwasher and run a cloth over the counter. “Thanks for telling me. I’m glad you don’t feel the need to tease me by playing games. I don’t think I could stand it.”
“Neither could I. If Miniskirt shows up again and tries something, I’m going to have to kick her ass.”
I laugh and walk back over to her. “I almost feel sorry for her. You can throw one hell of a punch.”
“You bet your ass I can, baby.” She pulls me in closer and rests her head on my chest, sliding her hands under my sweater so she can run her fingers along my back. We hold each other, and I’m amazed that she’s changed my life so thoroughly and completely in such a short time. When she slides off the stool and starts to lead me to the bedroom, I happily follow.
Chapter11
Moira
Ithought it might be weird to enter Nikolai’s bedroom again, but it’s not. It’s perfect and wonderful and feels more like home to me than any other place ever has. I also thought at some point my arousal would tamper off a bit, but it hasn’t. He drives me crazy, and every time I’m around him, I’m thinking about how I can get him back inside me.
He undresses me slowly, taking his time before making quick work of his own clothes, and then he’s sliding back into me and everything is right in the world once again. He kisses along my shoulder, whispering God knows what to me in Russian, and the sound of it has my toes already starting to curl and my nails digging into his back. Everything about Nikolai is sexy. I don’t think he could stop it even if he tried. It’s as much a part of him as his dark eyes, broody scowl, and broad shoulders.
I cling to him, giving myself completely over to his skilled hands and body and let him push me over the edge again and again until I’m gasping for air and my body is trembling and I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. When he looks down at me and gives me that sweet smile, the one that I recognize as reserved only for me, I feel so much love for him that it scares me. He kisses my forehead where I’ve scrunched it up in worry and gently cups my face, keeping himself buried inside me just like I like him to.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?”
“How can you read me so well?” I ask, giving him a smile so he knows I’m okay.
“I pay very close attention to you. Please tell me what’s wrong?”
“I love you so much it terrifies me,” I admit, figuring I might as well go all in.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one. You’ve scared the hell out of me since the first moment I saw you standing there in your bibs and holding a sledgehammer.”
I laugh at the memory and then cringe a bit when I remember what an absolute ass I was to him.
“This is new for both of us.” He brushes a strand of sweaty hair off my forehead and kisses me again. “I’m not going anywhere, Moira. I can promise you that, so please don’t worry. I’m trusting you with my heart just as much as you’re trusting me with yours,” he reminds me. “And I agree that it’s terrifying, but it’s also pretty damn amazing.”
I smile and wrap my arms around him tighter when he flips us so I’m on top of him. “You’re right. It really is amazing. I’m glad I waited for you, Kolya, even if I didn’t realize it was you I was waiting for.”
“Me too.” He runs his fingers along my back and ass in a soothing caress that has my eyelids falling shut with a quickness. I kiss his chest and whisper, “Goodnight, Kolya.”
“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers against my head before giving me a kiss. I drift off to sleep with his fingers caressing my skin and his solid body under mine, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling me into a deep, peaceful sleep.
The sun is just starting to rise when I open my eyes and give a big stretch. I’m sore in places I didn’t think possible, and it has me grinning like an idiot. Being careful to not wake Nikolai, I turn over and watch him sleep, noticing the way he looks so peaceful. Every time I look at him, I fall a little more in love with him. I keep thinking that surely I’ll reach the maximum amount that I can feel for him, but it just keeps growing, and I’m helpless to stop it. I wouldn’t even if I could. If anybody ever deserved to be loved and spoiled, it’s him. I keep picturing him as a scrawny, unwanted and unloved orphan, and it makes me want to shower him with so much love that he’ll forget every painful second of those years.
I watch him for a few more minutes until my bladder and my need for breakfast win. I quietly slip downstairs and use the bathroom there so I won’t wake him and then start going through his fridge.