I rolled onto my back, closing my eyes, my core throbbing with need. My panties were soaking wet, and Adrik hadn’t even touched me in a sexual way. Seeing the desire in his eyes meant he was as affected by me as I was by him, and that left me breathless and achy and wanting him to touch me everywhere. Why was I so turned on by him? I had never experienced sexual desire as powerfully as I was feeling in that moment.
He sat next to me on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.
I jerked my eyes open, our gazes colliding. The heat from moments ago had now cooled in his eyes and made me wonder if I’d only imagined it.
“What do I do?” His voice sounded normal, unaffected.
Trying to regain my composure, I sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled. “You bend each leg and lift it up to touch my chest. Hold it for a few seconds, then straighten the leg and move it back down. Fifteen times on each side.”
He reached for my right leg. Raising my leg, he bent it in to touch my chest, where he held it for a few seconds, then straightened it and moved it back down. “Like that?”
Once again, a small tingle trickled from my hip and down my thigh. This was a good sign. I was going to walk again soon.Verysoon.
“Yes.” His touch was distracting me, sending need swirling low in my belly. “Perfect.” I closed my eyes, my mind filling with erotic images of me lying naked on the bed and Adrik lifting both my legs, spreading them wide, and burying his face between them.
I jerked my eyes open as heat washed into my face.Annika! What is wrong with you?
He repeated the stretches fifteen times, unaware of my lustful thoughts, then switched to my left leg. This time, I felt his fingers on my leg as he gently lifted it, bending it into my chest, then straightening and lowering it back down. I concentrated on the feel of his fingers, the gentle way he lifted my leg and bent it. He was extra careful, as if he feared he might hurt me.
Would he be gentle in bed? Would he stroke me everywhere with those lightly callused fingers? Would he ease inside me slowly or would he fill me up with a quick, violent thrust?
A soft gasp escaped my lips as the erotic image of Adrik’s large body taking mine flashed in my mind. Fire raced through my veins. My breaths grew even shallower.
Adrik paused with my leg halfway to my chest, his gaze darting to mine. “Too much?”
Dear God, yes! Everything you do is suddenly too much!
“No, you’re doing perfect. I just…had a tender spot there.”My aching vagina.
Annika! Seriously? You need to get a grip, girl. You’ve been way too long without sex.
With a nod, Adrik continued, his touch gentle as he raised my leg to my chest. He was much closer to me now, his body within touching distance. His body heat flowed into me, making me even hotter, his masculine scent teasing my nostrils. I focused on his face, studying the jagged scars that marred his skin, the bulging eye, the forked upper lip, hoping his scars might cool my ardor, but it didn’t work. He turned his face away, as if he felt my stare and it made him uncomfortable, now showing me his profile. While his misshapen nose was still apparent in profile, the rest of his face on this side wasn’t marred with scars like the other side. In fact, as I stared at him, I decided he was quite handsome in profile. The strong jaw. The high cheekbones. His thick black eyelashes. And those obsidian eyes that sent a shiver of excitement through me. As he finished the final stretches on the left side, my gaze dropped down, and I became painfully aware of his wide, powerful chest that was only a few inches away.
He was so strong. So sexy. And so tender with me. My regular physical therapist showed no mercy, pushing me at every session. Not Adrik. He was sweet. Gentle. And I again wondered how I could ever have thought he was my stalker.
Was his chest furry with soft hair or was he bare? I’d never thought about a man’s chest before, but I was suddenly curious about Adrik’s. I wanted to touch his strong pecs. Stroke my fingers over his nipples. I wanted to cuddle up next to him and lay my head on that wide chest.
He set my leg down and sent me a hesitant smile. “Next?”
Heat crept into my face. If Adrik knew of my inappropriate thoughts, he’d probably run out of the room. Or maybe not. Maybe he’d indulge me. Maybe he’d strip me bare and make love to me like I wanted…
For the next half hour, I fantasized about Adrik while he helped me with my stretches, ankle pulls and rotations, knee extensions, hamstring stretches, and so on. With each stretch and pull of my muscles, tiny tingles would jolt down my leg. But that wasn’t what I focused on. With each touch of his callused hands, each clash of our gazes, my awareness of him grew and grew until I was wound so tight, I was ready to snap from longing. The sexual tension rose, coiling around us, until I could hardly bear it. I wanted him in a way I hadn’t wanted a man in a very long time. I wanted to feel him deep inside me. I wanted to come undone in his arms in a wild and uninhibited way. I wanted to let go with Adrik Volkov and ride the waves of ecstasy with him for hours on end.
I’d never been impulsive before. But in that moment, I wanted to pull him on top of me and beg him to fuck me. Hard and fast.
What would he do if I asked?
Something hot smoldered in his eyes as his gaze came back to mine again. He quickly ducked his head and cleared his throat, releasing my leg. “Any more?” His voice came out husky, slightly strained.
He feels it, too. It’s not just me.
“I think I’m sufficiently stimulated at the moment,” I squeaked out.
His gaze locked on mine. Did he catch my meaning?
He bolted to his feet. “I, uh, better go–”
My hand shot out before I could control it, wrapping around his wrist. “Wait. Don’t go.”