“Um, that’s a lot of ink.” I meant to sound nonchalant but my voice came out breathless and husky. What was he thinking coming out of the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts?
“You don’t like ink?”
On your body I do.
But that wouldn’t be an appropriate answer if he would get in the bed with me. He might be worried I’d jump him. Now that would be funny. A twenty-five year old virgin jumping the dangerous bad ass Dimitry… I didn’t even know his last name.
“What’s your last name?” I asked him because really, what else could we talk about at this moment.
“I picked my own last name,” he told me as he casually walked over to bed and laid on the spot I left empty for him. “Alexeyev. Dimitry Alexeyev.”
I frowned. It sounded familiar but couldn’t quite place it. “Sounds kind of familiar,” I muttered. “I like it. My mom’s name was Alexandra so I like anything that starts with Alex.”
He clicked off the lamp by the bed and the room went dark. He slept next to me two nights ago, but my state of mind was different then. I was a bit tipsy and overly tired. Now I was just tired and overly turned on.
My eyes were adjusting to the dark and I could see the shadow of his profile in the darkness, our bodies facing each other. There was something so wild and dangerous about this man… but also calming and protective.
“Go to sleep, Anastasia,” he murmured softly.
“Good night, Dimitry.” I closed my eyes and focused on his breathing.
Before I thought better of it, I reached out my hand and placed my palm on his chest, over his heart. He didn’t move, or object. His skin was warm under my palm, his chest hard. With each heartbeat under my palm and the heat radiating from him, I was lulled into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, there was a hard man’s body pressed against my back and big warm arms wrapped around me. I heard men’s voices outside but none of it worried me with Dimitry’s arms protectively around me. I snuck a peek behind me and my heart fluttered at the sight of him. The hard lines of his face were relaxed, making him look younger and less intimidating. He almost looked carefree… almost but not quite.
I wondered what his story was. Besides that he grew up in the orphanage. He kept himself locked in. I knew nothing about him. He must be financially well off. The clothes he wore, the watch he wore… everything about him showed power and money. He didn’t flaunt it but there was no mistaking it.
Now that I knew my father promised to help him legalize his business, I understood why he saved me. But why would he continue protecting me? There was no way months on the run, protecting me was worth whatever business he was trying to legalize. Why did he get mixed up into this mess? It couldn’t be money, since he seemed to have it.
“Good morning,” he murmured without opening his eyes.
“Morning.”
“Are you studying me?” How he could tell that without opening his eyes was beyond me.
“Maybe,” I told him.
“What do you want to know, Anastasia?” Dangerous, smart and beautiful… it could be a deadly combination.
“Why did you get mixed up in all of this?” I might as well ask him directly, although I was sure he would not answer me. “I get the legalizing your businesses but months of having to protect me; I’m sure you could have started another successful business during the time you’re spending protecting me.”
“I saved a gorgeous green eyed woman and decided I liked her very much.” His voice was pure sex. He thought I was gorgeous? And he liked me very much?
My heart pounded in my chest as a smile spread on my face. “Okay, Sergei,” I gently shoved my shoulder back at him.
He moved so fast and before I could even blink, he had me rolled onto my back and pinned against the mattress, his big hands against mine.
My chest rose and fell in excitement as he watched me with an intensity in his grey eyes. He leaned forward, lowering his head slowly until his mouth was against my ear. “I’m nothing like Sergei. Make sure you know who you want, Anastasia.”
I gasped in shock. This man was a god. I could feel his hard muscles pressed against me, his raw strength overpowering me but he didn’t scare me.
If anything, I was more excited. My heart pounded in anticipation and the ache intensified between my thighs. I wanted to push my abdomen against him, feel more of him. He smelled like a man, musky and sexy. All the desire and emotions swirling inside of me made me swallow hard. Our eyes met, and there was hot potency in his stare along with desire…For me.
“I know who I want.”
My eyes widened when he bent down and brought his mouth to mine. Yesterday’s kiss was comforting. This one was seduction. His lips were like a soft feather against mine. His hips pushed against my body, making me gasp into his mouth. The sound made him deepen the kiss and my eyes fluttered shut. His hard body pressed against mine was setting off fireworks throughout my body. His kiss was pure sex, a wicked torment. It was the best kiss, best foreplay I had and we haven’t even gotten started.
All the years of holding back were unleashed as my body recognized the need for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my body lifting off the bed pressing into him, needing to feel more of his weight against me. My legs spread for him and damn it, if I wasn’t ready to beg him to just take me right now. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me, easing this ache I felt for him.