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The kiss deepened, their mouths moving in perfect sync. Lev’s hands tangled in Zia’s hair, pulling her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The world around them melted away, leaving only them lost in the passion of the moment.
Soft moans filled his ears and the sound of heavy breathing. The intensity built, their bodies pressing closer, the kiss becoming more urgent, more demanding. His fingers slipped in under her shirt, and one hand gripped her thigh. She was softer. A lot softer than the redhead from the club. Her small fingers fisted his shirt, her tongue sought deeper entrance into his mouth, and at that moment, Lev knew he was going to finish what he had started.
Chapter 4 - Zia
Zia thought she heard the clamber of pots and pans and the silent hum of the coffee machine.
The last time she’d heard kitchen activity during the early hours of the morning, she’d awakened to the sight of the Wilder serving her breakfast in bed. And if that happened to be the dream she was having, she needed to get rid of it and fast.
So, she jolted awake and sat upright on the softest bed she’d slept on in a while to get rid of the terrible dream.
But this…
She looked around and admired the careful attention to detail, from the dark draping in the room, the fluffy comforter, the neat arrangement of every item, and the smell of breakfast on the stove. It felt like a dream, waking up naked in the most beautiful yet strangest bedroom ever. A tingle of pain shot through the back of her arm, and it jogged memories of how she’d ended up in the fairytale.
Walking into the private room, the encounter with the intriguing stranger—which still left butterflies in her belly—the sudden explosion and shoot out in the club, and the stampede. That was where she’d sustained the injury on her arm. When she’d opened the door, seeking to run out after she’d sighted the silver gun in the big man’s hands, she’d somewhat expected to be swept into the craziness that lay outside closed doors.
What she didn’t expect was to see the charming stranger rush after her like some hero from an action movie. He’d saved her, cleared the path, and taken her to safety. But it didn’t stop there.
Zia fell back on the bed, biting down on a finger as she recounted the memories from the previous night.
Blood rushed to her ears, and warmth spread all over her skin when she remembered the gentle brush of his fingers on her arms and cheeks while he cleaned her up and when he held her close, cradled her head, and brought his lips to hers, nothing else in the world mattered.
The attraction between them was instant, intense, and insane. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way—giddy, girly, and irrational.
She’d given her virginity to a man she barely knew. Correction, I hardly knew. She knew nothing about him except his name. Lev Nikolai, and that was all.Zilch, Nada.Nothing else.
Zia sensed anxiety trying to creep in at the thought that she’d slept with a man who could have possibly turned out to be anything. Anything at all. A serial killer, a psychopath, or a drug addict? But deep down, she doubted that a serial killer or psychopath could kiss as passionately as this man did.
He’d made her feel things that she’d never even thought possible and explored parts of her body she didn’t realize existed.
She should have felt bad or disgusted with herself for lowering her guard and giving herself away so easily to a man she’d met in less than twenty-four hours, but what good was being repulsed going to do?
After all, she had kept herself for a long time and played the ‘good girl’ part really well like a professional, but what good did any of that do? She‘d lost everything; a house and the so-called love of her life to another woman because she didn’t like the thingsheliked—or whatever that meant.
Whatever.
She tossed off the covers and picked her clothes from the floor.
She was done playing the good girl part.
While she crouched, picking up her clothing, she noticed the long dress shirt just lying at the foot of the bed. It obviously belonged to the strange man; it was the same from the night before, and there was no note hinting that he’d left it there for her.
But she itched to feel some part of him again.
With a grin, she bit the inside of her cheeks, abandoned her clothes, and went for the shirt. As she fixed the buttons and teased the curly tips of her hair, her cheeks erupted with heat. Never would she have thought that she’d have been able to pull off being wild and reckless.
It didn’t matter; it felt good, and she was slowly beginning to think that it was worth it.
Zia left the bedroom, feeling a lot more confident than she did when she woke up.
Her eyes feasted on everything they could take in, from the small paintings hanging in the hallway to the expensive art décors arranged neatly in the living room. It smelled more like money inside than an actual home.
But the best part was the picturesque view.
I have a pretty amazing view back at my place.
He wasn’t joking when he mentioned it. It was pretty enthralling, even more captivating than the one she was used to back at Wilder’s. The sun cast a warm glow through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, and beyond the movement of everyman standing guard outside, she watched the white puffy clouds slowly floating in the skies.
