“We’re not dating,” I say, reminding Dmitri that I don’t belong to him. I’m not his girlfriend. We’re solely friends.
“We’re not, but maybe we ought to be,” he says. “Don’t stress over it right now. Just know that I will protect you, no matter what.”
My lips part and a soft puff of air escapes past. The room is warm, and I reach for my second drink that the waitress brings to the table, swallowing it all back.
I’m confident that I’m flushed, and I don’t care. My eyes gaze down at his chest. There’s one button that’s half undone, and I want to finish removing it and help him undress.
Dinner is brought out, interrupting the moment between us. I’m grateful that Dmitri ordered for me. The bowl of soup looks delicious, and I doubt I could stomach much more tonight.
I’m both tired from the flight and exhausted from the ordeal with Antonio. Quietly, I eat my soup while Dmitri chomps down on a sandwich. Both of us are eating considerably light tonight.
After dinner, we head back to the resort. Heading down the mountain, the resort is lit up, making it easily viewable from a distance. It’s like looking at the Vegas Strip from afar, except it’s one building in the middle of nowhere.
It’s grandiose.
We head inside our room. There’s only one bed, which is fine with me. It’s not like we hadn’t shared a bed before or slept together.
I grab my pajamas from my bag and bring them into the bathroom to change. I brush my teeth, and by the time I’m finished, Dmitri is already in bed, the covers pulled up to his waist. He’s not wearing a shirt, and I can’t figure out if he’s got anything on underneath the blankets.
Dmitri has the bedside lamp on, and I shut off the other lights. Pulling back the covers, I don’t admit that I’m disappointed that he’s wearing boxers, although they could easily come off. But after the night we’ve had, I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t want to kiss me.
He flips the light off when I’m shuffled under the covers, lying beside him.
“Goodnight,” he whispers. The bed shifts as he rolls around and drapes his arm across my waist.
“Night,” I say. I lie on my back and turn my neck, glancing at him. The room is pitch black, making it impossible to see his face just inches from mine.
* * *
I awaken early and roll over only to find the bed beside me empty. The sheets are cool. My eyes flash open, and I realize Dmitri is in the bathroom showering.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I climb out of bed and am relieved when the bathroom door is unlocked.
I slip into the bathroom and strip down.
“Sadie?”
“The one and only,” I say with a smirk as I slide the glass door open and climb into the shower stall with him.
He pulls me against him and growls before our lips crash. My fingers tangle in his hair as his hands grip my waist, clinging to me as though his life depends on it.
Maybe it does.
I saved him once.
His cock is hard, poking me, demanding attention.
I drop to my knees, my lips taking him in while my fingers tease over his balls.
“Fuck,” he mutters, bracing his hand against the shower stall.
I stare up at him, and a wicked smile crosses my face, loving every moment with him. My tongue drags along his shaft, and he grabs a fistful of my hair with one hand, his fingers tangling in my tresses.
Each breath he takes is more pronounced. Ragged.
“Sadie,” he croons. He won’t last much longer. And I’m happy to oblige. I take him deeper into my throat, swallowing everything he has to offer.
We finish showering together, his fingers soaping every inch of my body, his touch possessive as he marks and claims me for himself. He bites my neck, nipping at my flesh, fingers curling inside my aching center, bringing me toward the edge. Again. And again.