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“We need to get home immediately,” The Russian said, slightly breathless. “Let’s go.”
He released me only enough so I could walk, tucking me into his body, ignoring the flashes of cameras. When we got to my car, he threw his bag in the back seat and sat back while I drove, annoying me by rubbing his hand over my leg, and anywhere else he could get access to before I hit him away for being distracting. We hardly spoke, we just wanted to be together, to be near each other.
Luckily, Josh wasn’t home and The Russian hustled me straight into my bedroom, closing my bedroom door with his foot and knocking me onto the bed. When we were settled, he stopped and placed his forehead on mine.
“I’m sorry, forgive me?” he asked. It was so sincere and private, and I felt all his pain and anxiety and I hated Leesa for causing this beautiful man to doubt himself.
“You scared me a little,” I whispered and he pulled away to look at me. He looked ashamed. “Russian, do you really think I’m promiscuous?”
He put his finger on my lips. “Never, don’t say it, don’t think it. This is my problem, I know it ... when I calmed down last night and stopped panicking that I was going to lose you to some guy, I realized I was going to lose you because I had been such an asshole. Then, you were so far away ... I didn’t sleep ... I couldn’t reach you ...”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to hurt you by not answering – I was freaked out and I had to talk with Dad and look at my part in this, whether I was ‘tarty’. I was also a bit scared to ring you back ...”
He groaned and put his head on my chest. I ran my hand through his hair. “Shh, we’re all good,” I said, and then he started to kiss me, slow at first, but then our need kicked in; it felt desperate for both of us. He kissed me hard, his tongue angry and thrusting inside me, and mine giving as good as it got. My clothes were off in moments and I pulled at The Russian’s Saints’ traveling uniform shirt and pants, discarding them quickly.
His finger dipped inside me, and within seconds, he was slipping on a condom and pushing himself inside me. I dug my nails into his arms, I needed to feel him so badly and he had the same hunger, I could tell from the force of his thrusts.
“Harder,” I said, sinking my fingers into his butt cheeks, and he forced himself in deeper until I cried out with the pleasure and pain of it.
Then his fingers found my clit and he moved his mouth to my nipple. He wasn’t gentle and I didn’t want him to be – nipping, tugging, thrusting; I exploded around him and when I came down off the roof, he moved his hands under my butt and thrust harder. He looked so intense and gorgeous, and then I felt him pumping into me, and I buried my face in his neck and held him so tight as he released inside me that he’d have bruises afterward. Then he stilled, breathing heavily, and lowered himself beside me. We stayed that way, just holding each other for the longest time.
I think we were both almost asleep when The Russian forced himself up and discarded the condom. He returned and, lying on his back, he wrapped me against his body, and within minutes I could hear his steady breathing. My beautiful guy was wiped out from no sleep and the pressure of the game, but at least now he was there with me and we were going to be okay. I mouthed that I loved him because I did, and I watched him sleep. We’d have to work on the king of the jungle’s Achilles’ heel.
