Balance (Off Balance 1)

“And if I don’t? You told me to use you, remember? So here I am, asking.”

He paused, his lips curling in satisfaction. “After a workout, my body is weak, and my control sucks, Ria. I have no control now,” and then he slammed his mouth to mine.

A-fucking-men!

I whimpered into him. His lips were firm and bruising, much like his personality. My hands slid up his chest and I squeezed his shoulders, my nails scoring his skin. A flood of heat pulsed through my body, my hips rolled into his, feeling the hardness between them. Finally, we were touching the way we both secretly envisioned it.

At least how I have.

The tight grip on my arm moved to my waist, pulling me flush against him. His fingers threaded my hair, holding my loose ponytail in his hand. We didn’t stop moving our mouths back and forth. His plump lips were soft, pliable, coercing me to bend to his will. They were exactly what I imagined they’d feel like.

I wanted more. My body craved more, to see how far we could take this.

With a flick of my chin, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head and pressed him further into me. His hair was damp with sweat from working on the rings. He groaned, biting my bottom lip and pressed his hardness into my stomach. It was sexy as hell to hear him moan and I was desperate for the sweet sound again.

Sweet Jesus. Yes... Screw the embarrassment over the sounds I was holding in. I moaned in the back of my throat, letting Kova know how much I liked this. I was hot, achy, and reached blindly for something I wasn’t sure of.

With a tilt of my head, I opened my mouth and gently pulled his bottom lip with my teeth. He clutched

me to him hard, his fingers dug into me and he exhaled into my mouth. Hesitantly, tracing the seam of his lips, I slipped my tongue inside. A soft whimper escaped me. The taste of him was as sweet as candy, and cool with the hint of vodka I’d smelled earlier.

Just as I was getting comfortable with him, Kova stiffened. Shockingly, he pushed me away and covered his mouth, uttering a string of Russian curse words hidden behind the back of his hand.

The hurt in my eyes could not be contained from the sudden ache he just caused in my heart. Glancing down, I eyed the mat.

“Shit,” he muttered, followed by something in Russian again. “Adrianna, I am sorry.”

I was confused. “It’s okay.”

“No, it is not okay. I should not have let this happen, let anything happen for that matter. Like the other day after you straddled the beam. It was wrong of me.” His stomach hardened to granite with each hard breath he drew in. “Do you know how wrong this is?”

My head snapped to his. “Wrong? How is it wrong? I don’t understand. It was just a kiss.”

Appalled, he looked at me sharply and I flinched. “Do not look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you are hurting, upset. It...” he stammered, “affects me more than I care to admit.”

Rolling my lip between my teeth and releasing it, I said, “I am upset. It isn’t like you’re hurting me, or forcing me to do anything I don’t want. I don’t see how this could be so wrong when it feels so right.” I sighed dejectedly. “I didn’t want to stop.”

“You are not making this any easier.” Then he strode toward me and crushed his lips to mine.

Kova wrapped an arm around my back and hauled me to him, his fingers trembled beneath his touch. It was obvious he struggled with what he shouldn’t be doing. But there was no denying the way he held me, the way his passion and emotion oozed into me. He wanted me. The hard length pressing against my stomach was evidence.

Our tongues collided, heat flared between us. They wrapped around each other, grabbing and fighting, twisting with desire. My God, the man was a skilled kisser and knew exactly how to tangle his tongue with mine and tug, stroking it simultaneously. My body tingled in his hold. This kiss was unlike any other I’d experienced in the past. He was untamed and wild and it made me want to feel every inch of him.

“Adrianna...” He growled against my mouth before he kissed me again.

“Shhh, I’m practicing control.”

“This is control?” He chuckled between kisses and I realized how much I loved his laugh.

I replied by searching for his tongue again and sucked on it. Kova’s fingers dug into my back before skimming down to my ass. Cupping me, he hiked me up and my legs automatically locked behind his back. “You’re so light,” he said when I nearly slammed into him. I gripped his shoulders for support. His body shook as he held me, fighting to hold back, and I loved it. I loved how strong he was, how he could do anything to me, and I’d let him.

Slowly, Kova turned around with me in his arms. He walked a couple of feet and pressed me up against a tall spotting block that shielded us from the front window of the gym. Darkness surrounded us and gave way to the illicit act. He leaned against me and the softness of the block pressed into my back. His erection strained between us, long and hard, the back of it rubbing against my clit. I sighed, and his eyes lowered at the wispy sound that escaped me.

“Adrianna...” he said, his voice thick and husky. He placed his hands on my hips and gripped me with power. There was a real struggle to resist around his eyes that made me almost break contact with him. I wanted so badly to ask him what he was thinking as he searched my face, his breathing deepening by the second. But the fear of being rejected was high, so I didn’t.