She was his.
A perfect fit.
Born with passion and fire and attitude to match his own.
Born for him.
He worked the tiny nub between her legs. Followed each undulation of her hips with his own and soared on each labored breath sawing past her lips. “Roman...”
One word. Just his name on her lips, but he knew what it meant. He felt it. The staggering orgasm building inside her even as his own pressed close. Drew his balls up painfully tight and threatened to overwhelm him with its power.
“Let go, moya koroleva.” It was more plea than demand. A prayer. “Give me what’s mine.”
She whimpered, the quivering muscles in her sex the only warning before she seated herself fully on his length and her channel fisted him, ripping his own orgasm free.
He shouted. Ground his cock inside her and held her pinned by her hips while his shaft jerked and spilled his release.
His.
He would see to it.
Would win her and keep her for his own no matter what it took. No matter how long.
He pulled her backward and wrapped his arms around her. Banded one arm low on her hips and the other across her chest while he guided them down. Stroked his shaft in and out in an easy glide and trailed unhurried kisses along her neck and shoulders until her body eased against his.
She petted his thighs, the back of her head lolling against his chest. “That was...wow.” She rolled her head and met his gaze, her eyelids beautifully weighted and the satiation in her gaze exactly what he wanted. The smile that played on her lips was both playful and tender. “Who knew bossy-in-the-bedroom could be so much fun?”
Oh, he hadn’t even begun to scratch that surface yet. Had endless ideas to explore and an insatiable need to learn what gave her pleasure. “I told you,” he said, not giving a damn how much of his feelings he exposed with his words. “Your needs are paramount.” He pressed his hand around the front of her throat. Watched the weight of his statement register behind her eyes while her pulse quickened beneath his fingers. “In time, you will trust me. With everything.”
She wanted to argue. It was written in every line of her expression. But for the first time since he’d known her, there was consideration, too. A foothold of hope.
He kissed her. A gentle one designed to waylay her worries and keep her rooted in the present.
He slid his cock from the warmth of her body, shifted her so she lay stretched out in the center of his bed and dragged the comforter and sheets out from under her. He covered her just as quickly and pressed another lingering kiss to her lips. “You will stay here.”
When he moved to the side of the bed and stood, she shot upright. “Where are you going?”
He shot a pointed look to the spent condom then raised his eyebrow.
“Oh. Right.” She lay back down on her side and followed his trek to the bathroom, a sheepish expression on her face. “I thought you were going to leave me and sleep in the guest room.”
He hid his smile, making quick work of cleaning up, turning off the lights and returning to the bed. The darkness might have shielded the sincerity on his face as he slid beneath the covers and pulled her tight to his side, but it was in his response, nonetheless. “I told you, moya koroleva. I will not leave you. And you will never sleep without me again.”
Chapter Fourteen
One thing Bonnie had accepted as a part of human nature was that men were always different the morning after you first had sex. Some lost interest the second the hunt was over and disappeared completely. Some got bossy and acted like everything that was yours the night before was now theirs. Some turned into clinging monkeys that made you wonder what the heck you’d ever seen in them.
But Roman Kozlov?
He was a whole different ball game. A variant she hadn’t seen coming, and worse, didn’t have a clue how to contend with.
From the passenger seat of his truck, she stole a peek at him behind the wheel. A feat she likely couldn’t have pulled off without him noticing if he hadn’t been on the phone with Kir for the last mile and focused on lunchtime traffic.
Yep. Still the same guy. No outward changes she could call out specifically. His attire wasn’t even that different. Just another long-sleeved tee—this one a deep hunter green with the Indian Motorcycle logo in the center—and faded button-fly Levi’s with black combat boots.
But there was something different.
A subtle shift in his demeanor that defied description. Her first glimpse of it had been when she’d woken to the sound of his muted footfalls on the bedroom’s plush carpeting. She’d lifted her head from his thick down pillows to find him grinning down at her with a cup of coffee in his outstretched hand and not a damned stitch of clothing on his body.
Christ, just thinking about that image now made her nearly swallow her tongue. The guy was impressive as hell fully clothed, but naked? Holy freaking crap, he was hot. She’d scrambled up so fast to cover her embarrassment by taking the coffee that she’d almost splashed the scalding brew on her girly bits. A fact that clearly hadn’t escaped Roman because he’d chuckled as he’d carefully slid into bed beside her, tucked her tight against him and proceeded to enjoy his own coffee and a leisurely perusal of Reddit on his iPad.
Like they’d been together for years, or something.
The hour or so it’d taken for her to get ready after he’d announced their upcoming trip to the mall had been even more of the same. A second cup of coffee delivered while she was in the shower. A lingering perusal of her wrapped in her towel while she put on her makeup. Helping her put on her jacket before they left the house and the possessive hand he kept on the small of her back as he’d walked her to his truck.
Not smothering.
Not distant.
Not an asshole.
Just weird.
Really. Fucking. Weird.
What was even more disconcerting? She liked it. A lot.
“Are you angry with the windshield, moya koroleva?”
She whipped her head his direction, the depth of his voice snatching her attention in a second. “Huh?”
“The windshield,” he said with a knowing grin. “You were frowning at it. I thought, perhaps, it had made you angry.”
She checked the Bluetooth display in the truck’s center console. “What happened to Kir?”
“We finished our conversation.”
Well, duh. Obviously. She’d just had her head too far up her own ass to notice. Which, when she thought about it, had kind of been the theme since the day she’d first met him. He really had a way of scrambling a girl’s wits.