“Don’t say that,” I whispered, my jaw quivered.
He shrugged. “That is life. Do you realize I cheated on Katja, again? I have never once considered cheating on her, until you. Five years of a relationship down the drain, and I cannot even confess,” he hissed softly, “because you are my fucking gymnast.”
His fingers were digging into my legs, struggling to stay calm.
“If you regret it so much, then why are you here and not another coach?”
Kova didn’t say anything, he just stood there glaring.
Smugly, I smiled and said, “That’s what I thought.”
I jumped off the table and limped toward the door. Before I could leave, Kova stepped ahead of me and slammed the door shut and locked it. He grabbed my elbow, turned me around and pushed me up against the door. With one hand braced above my head, his other held my thigh hitched around his hip. Thank goodness it was my bad leg, otherwise this straining would hurt.
Kova leaned down. Hovering above my mouth, I stopped him. “I thought you said relationships are banned,” I panted.
“I make the rules, remember? I am the coach. You are the gymnast. And who said this was a relationship anyway? You have a lot to learn, Ria.”
“This is much more than a relationship. You just don’t want to accept the reality of it.”
My leg hooked firmly around his hip as my toes struggled to remain on the ground. His hand slid over my thigh, rounding my ass to hold me to him. His erection strained against my center and my eyes flitted shut before I forced them open. His wild eyes looked into mine. Kova tilted his head and rolled his hips, a purr of pleasure escaped my throat.
“You confuse me,” I said breathlessly.
“I confuse myself,” he countered. “This is the one and only relationship you are allowed to have, if that is what you want to call it. Get rid of Hayden.”
My eyes narrowed. “Hayden is just a friend, I really like him.”
He gave me an amused stare. “I was not born yesterday. You guys are very close, too close for me.”
“I’m not getting rid of him, he’s the only true friend I’ve had since I’ve been here. I want him in my life.”
“I do not like the way he looks at you. Or maybe you want him too?”
“He’s just a friend.” I reaffirmed.
“The looks you two share appear more than friendly.”
Rolling my lip between my teeth, my eyes grew heavy. “We may or may not have kissed.”
“You really know how to push my buttons.” Kova flared, his lip curled. Revelation of his jealously coiled my belly. “What else happened? Did he touch you?” It was my turn to ignore him. He gripped my chin with his thumb and index finger. “There could be consequences for it, Adrianna. Do not test me.”
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nbsp; “You mean test you more than I already have?” I quirked with a half-grin. Two could play at this game. “Hayden is staying in my life.”
Kova leaned down and sensually nuzzled my neck, whispering, “When did this happen? Before or after I was deep inside your pussy and fucked you senseless? Did he touch you the way I did? Does he make you come like I can?”
A gush of air burst from my lungs. My entire body was about to combust. “It’s none of your damn business.”
With his eyes on my mouth, he pulled my face to his and crushed his mouth to mine. This was more than just a kiss. He kissed me with his entire being, surging into me. Kova’s hips pressed forcefully into mine and marked his territory, claiming me.
I clutched his shirt in my fist, holding him tight, feeling his solid chest firmly pressed to mine as his mouth devoured me. I wanted Kova so badly, but I could tell he was holding back—and with reason. We were inside World Cup in broad daylight.
Reaching between us, I slid my hand down to his hardness, and grasped him through his shorts. He tensed. “I want this again,” I admitted against his mouth, tugging on his length and bottom lip at the same time.
Kova pulled back and smirked, his emerald eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Greedy little girl. I knew you would want it again.”
Blood rose to my cheeks as wetness coated the fabric between my legs. What a cocky Russian he was and I fucking loved it.