“I think it’s more than that,” I say, “and you won’t be coming here alone.”
I recognize the way she sucks in a slow breath and ever so slightly narrows her green eyes at me. “You’re telling me I’m not allowed to come here on my own?”
“Yes, I am.”
She doesn’t say anything, and I know it’s sure as fuck not because she’s decided to submissively obey me. Her hackles are up, and if she decides to dig her heels in, then this could go bad fast. I caress her lower back and say, “I know you’re pissed, but I love you, and possessive doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about you. I have to know you’re safe. End of story.”
When I feel her body soften the tiniest bit, I say, “Please do this for me, or I’m going to have to follow you around or send someone else to follow you around when I can’t be there to do it, and you’d be saving me a lot of grief if you’d just let me protect you like I need to in order to keep my sanity.”
“You make it hard to say no to you.”
I slip a hand under her sweater and press it against her back, holding her close to me. “Good. I know you like your independence, but I’m Russian and completely in love with you. That makes for one hell of a combination. All I can do is apologize because there’s really no changing it.”
She smiles and grabs onto the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “I can’t believe you head-butted him and then choked him.”
“I would do anything to protect you.”
“I thought for a second that you weren’t going to stop.”
“Me too,” I say, telling her the truth. The desire to keep squeezing had been strong, but a dead Sean is more trouble than he’s worth. “If he ever comes near you again, I can’t promise I will stop.”
“Don’t do anything crazy, Nikolai. I can handle Sean. He’s not worth it.”
“No, he’s not, but you are.”
I see her lips curl up in a soft smile before they press against mine. She kisses me hard, taking my breath away like she always does. Her eager hands run over my body, sliding under my sweater before roughly pulling it over my head, and when I do the same to her, she gives me a wicked grin and slowly starts to unbutton her jeans while taking a few steps back.
I lift an eyebrow at her and watch her slide the jeans off her long legs before unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the ground. I eye the tiny, pink thong she’s wearing. “If you care about those, you better take them off now,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans.
Moira gives me a mischievous smile and takes another step back. “Or what?”
When I start moving, she lets out a squeal and turns to run. She doesn’t get far before I’ve got my arms wrapped around her. I pick her up while she laughs and squeals and wiggles in my arms until I pin her against the wall. She lets out a moan when I press the hard length of my cock against her. I slide my fingers over her hip, gripping the string of her thong, and in one quick motion, I rip it from her body, holding the torn fabric up for her to see.
“You have no one but yourself to blame for this.”
She laughs and tightens her legs around my waist while I quickly unzip my pants and free my cock. My need to be inside her trumps everything else, including discretion since anyone walking by will be getting a full shot of my ass, but as long as her body is hidden from view, I really don’t give a fuck.
As soon as I slide into her, peace settles over me again. All the anger I’d felt earlier at seeing Sean falls away along with the fear I’d felt when he’d taken a step towards her. None of that matters anymore as I thrust into Moira. She’s safe in my arms right now, and that’s all that matters. She lets out a moan and cups the back of my head, sliding her tongue along mine, reminding me that I’ll never be able to get my fill of her, reminding me that nothing else matters except her.
When she finds her release, I swallow her screams and let her body push me over the edge so we’re both groaning and tensing and shuddering, experiencing everything together until we’re spent and gasping for air. I keep her pressed against the wall, our foreheads touching as tremors run through her body. She lets out a shaky breath and gives a soft laugh.
“Damn, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”
“Used to what?” I ask, cupping her ass a little tighter.
“To being so happy.”
I smile and kiss her gently. “I know exactly what you mean.” Keeping myself buried inside her, I bring one hand to her face and tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “Did I ever tell you about the time I was almost adopted?”
“No, when was that?”
“I was seven, and this couple showed up at the orphanage looking for a son. They saw me and thought I was cute, so they started the paperwork. I was excited, but I was also scared to death. Even though the orphanage was shitty, it was the only home I’d ever known, and sometime the hell you know is better than the one you don’t.”
Her eyes soften at my words and she clasps her hands behind my neck, stroking my skin with her thumbs. I look at her, wondering if she has any idea how much of a comfort she is to me.
“What happened?” she asks, giving me a soft smile.
“They took me home with them, and I had a very hard time adjusting. I couldn’t sleep at night and barely talked. I don’t open up to people easily, in case you haven’t noticed,” I say with a small smile. “Two weeks later they decided they didn’t want my anymore.”