“Okay?” he asked.
She nodded frantically.
He didn’t immediately enter her, though. “No condom?”
“We don’t need one.” They’d talked about it before. “Right?”
“Right.”
But there was something going on here. “Why?” she asked.
“Trust.”
“I trust you.” In this, at least. Maybe even in a heck of a lot more.
He hadn’t made her priorities to be honest to those who had been affected and to make sure Skylar couldn’t just go on her way, spying on her next employer, his top consideration, but he hadn’t ignored them either. Jenna could fall in love with this man if she let herself.
All thoughts of taboo emotions splintered as he pressed inside her. They moved together as if they had known this intimacy a lifetime, not a single night. She climaxed first, but only by a few seconds, and then they were heaving with spent passion together.
Jenna’s eyelids were growing ridiculously heavy, but she hadn’t been sleeping much lately, and right this moment, she felt safe.
She fell asleep before he pulled out of her.
Dimitri would have been insulted if any other woman had fallen asleep that fast after making love, but he’d seen the tiredness in Jenna’s eyes when he arrived. He doubted she’d been sleeping these past two weeks.
Not if she wasstillconsidering breaking ties with his family, not to mention the career she’d spent her adult life building.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and then, because he simply could not help himself, her temples. Finally gave a soft buss to her passion-swollen lips.
Something in the region of his heart squeezed as he carefully disengaged from her body, and she did nothing more than give a soft sigh.
She trusted him. Probably more than she realized.
That trust was humbling.
He knew she’d felt let down when he’d reminded her of the NDA and effectively tied her hands in the matter of her assistant’s spying.
Jenna had to have been devastated to find out someone she’d trusted had betrayed her so badly. Dimitri hadn’t taken that into consideration at first, but after talking to Kon, he’d realized what a mistake he’d made.
Jenna’s refusal to answer his calls and most of his texts had been a pretty good indicator as well. Dimitri had spent his entire life being told there were few he could trust and even fewer who would never betray him.
He hadn’t accounted for the fact that Jenna had not been raised as he had been. She was not part of the royal family; she wasn’t even nobility.
Her parents were not wealthy, but middle class Americans who had never even made it into the papers before their three surviving children succeeded in careers that put them at different epicenters of the public eye.
As much as he might despise it, Dimitri’s own father was used to being featured in both tabloids and the legitimate press. The Merikovs were accustomed to being spied on, but that didn’t mean they didn’t do what they needed to in order to protect the most sensitive information in their lives and business.
Jenna had to be hurting at Skylar’s betrayal. She was hurting enough at not being able to press charges andmake it rightthat she was considering ending a friendship that was as close as family.
Dimitri should have considered all of that before his heavy-handed insistence she keep her own counsel about the spying.
He’d hoped his actions with her brother would show Jenna that her needs were important to him, that Dimitri cared about her emotional well-being.
Not that he made it a habit of considering that aspect of most of his friendships.
Jenna was different, though.
She was special.