Rogue Hearts

“I’ll make breakfast before I go to work and put the beef in the crock pot with onions and peppers for dinner,” he said. “Will you be able to manage if I set everything up for you?”

“Yes, Andrei, but this is too much. I didn’t expect you to be a chef or anything. I can order delivery. Believe me, I have close personal relationships with all the delivery men in a four-block radius.”

“It’s no problem. I love cooking. It relaxes me before I have to work with the New York’s crazies.”

“Medical knowledge and a cook,” she said. “I swear, if you start cleaning my apartment, I’m going to beat you with my crutch.”

“You can skip the crutch violence, because I don’t clean.”

“Thank God. I was starting to think you were too perfect.”

“Perfection and I don’t get along well at all.”

“Good to know,” she said. “And thanks for the help.”

“You are welcome. Want me help you to your room? I’m going to call it a night soon, since I have an early case to prepare for.”

“No, I am good. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Victoria.”

Chapter 5

Victoria

Maybe Victoria was the one who needed a psych evaluation, because she didn’t recognize herself. She’d gone from all business to allowing Andrei to room with her to getting excited about her date with him. It made no sense, but she was starting to realize whenever he was near, she couldn’t think properly.

And those hands of his? Rawr. The man knew how to heal with them. He made her wonder what else he could do well with them.

That night, she couldn’t sleep knowing he was in the next room. She tossed and turned until she had knocked most of the covers and a pillow off of the bed.

There was one way she knew would put her right to sleep, but she was pretty sure Andrei would hear her vibrator. Usually, it was just her, so the sound wasn’t a problem. Now, she wished she’d gone with that silent version, even if it was slightly less powerful.

But she didn’t need a vibrator when she could use her hands. She closed her eyes and imagined her hands were his, the same hands that felt so good on her bare skin.

Her hands roamed over her covered breasts, and she could feel her nipples harden as they pressed against her shirt. She gasped as she pinched her nipple, letting it harden underneath her touch.

Behind her closed eyes, she saw Andrei’s smile and heard his deep, smooth voice as it flowed through her. She pinched her other nipple as her other hand traveled down over her stomach and into her pants.

Thinking about him already had her wet as she made contact with her warmth. She imagined it was his fingers exploring her, touching her in the most intimate way possible. She was going crazy with need, her back arching.

Her fingers circled her clit as she arched off the bed. In her mind, he was there kissing her and licking her until she could barely stand it. Her walls contracted as she ground into her sheets and covered her face to stifle her moans.

She imagined his butt in that bespoke suit of his. How she could see the outline of him. She thought of peeling off each layer like a sweet orange and wondered if he would taste sweet on her tongue.

Never had she fantasized about a guy like this, but none of that mattered as she cried out her release into her comforter and exploded from her orgasm. It was his face she saw as she came and came some more.

Part of her wondered if she was quiet enough to keep him from hearing, but as sleep took over her body, that was the last thing from her mind.

She woke up to the sound of a blender churning. Morning light snuck through her windows, and she could hear Andrei in her kitchen.

That last night had given her the best sleep she’d had in weeks. She giggled and wondered if she should thank him for it. She blushed a little and decided against it.

The smell of fresh coffee lured her into the kitchen. He didn’t see her right away, so she watched him from her bedroom doorway. His sleeves were pushed up, so she could see tattoos on his muscular forearms, which flexed as he cooked. There were intricate symbols and designs, and she wanted to see how far up they went, but his sleeves covered the upper part o

f them. He moved around her kitchen as if he’d been in it a thousand times, and she was happy that someone finally got to use the space properly.

She moved into the kitchen and saw boiled eggs, fresh fruit, and buttered toast. It was the pot of coffee that grabbed her attention.