He breaks away, throwing his head back as his own release whisks him away. He rolls his hips, each sharp jerk wringing out the last of his release as he spills deep into me.
Burying his face in my hair, he shudders through the last of his climax.
Silence falls over the room. He rolls to my side, pulling me into his arms.
And I wait for the fear to roll in.
Ivan’s in the living room on the phone with Kaz, arguing about his injury when I find him the next morning. He’s standing at the window, glaring down at the street below while chastising his younger brother.
“Give it one more day.” He adds something in Russian. From the tone, I’m pretty sure he’s throwing an insult at Kaz.
Finding the pharmacy bag from my shopping trip yesterday on the counter, I grab the brand-new bottle of shampoo. The crinkle of the plastic bag must grab his attention, because he lets the curtain fall and turns to look at me.
He’s dressed in nothing but his black trousers, and his hair is a tousled mess that makes him appear unruly. It’s the realest I’ve ever seen him.
When his eyes catch mine, a tingle dances over my skin.
“I have to go. Just do what the damn doctor tells you.” He ends the call, tossing the phone onto the coffee table. “You’re up.”
I nod. “I am.”
“I thought you’d sleep a little while longer.” He slides his hands into his pockets.
He’s beautiful. Without the layers of his suit to hide his form, every muscle in his arms and his chest ripple with his movement. The sacred abdominal muscles that direct the female gaze downward make my mouth water. How had I missed this last night?
Right, he distracted me with spankings and orgasms.
“I thought you might be gone already.” I hug my towel to my chest.
I doubt the oversized T-shirt I threw on before venturing out of the bedroom is giving him the same appetite as what I’m looking at.
“Gone?” He tilts his head. “Why would I be gone?”
“It’s morning.” I gesture to the light streaking from the windows. “And this place doesn’t look any better in the daylight.”
A hint of a grin lifts the left corner of his mouth. “You can come stay with me. The offer is still open.”
Right. Kaz’s little accident.
“That would be a bad idea. Living with you? No.” I nudge my chin toward the window. “Has the armed guard shown up yet?”
“They never left.” He lifts a shoulder, as if this is the most normal thing in the world– having men with guns sit outside.
But for him, it’s just another day. This is his world. Full of violence and threats.
“They won’t bother the other people in the building, right? I don’t want anyone being harassed on my account.”
“Unless your neighbors are a danger to you, they’ll be fine.”
There’s a knock on the door, making him frown.
“I hate your building.” He puts a hand up to stop me when I start for the door. “I’ll get it.”
“You’re not dressed,” I take another step, but the fierceness of his glare when he looks over his shoulder at me makes me freeze.
“You’re wearing nothing but a shirt that’s so thin I can see your nipples from here.”
Heat rushes up my throat, covering my face, and I lift the towel higher, hugging it tighter against me as if it could possibly shield me from Ivan’s gaze.
