“I do.”

His brows pinched together, his voice grim. “The repercussions we face?”

“I’m aware. I’m tired of fighting this, dancing around each other. I want you.” I pressed my core against his erection.

“I am a man who can only be pushed so far.” A tick worked in Kova’s jaw. “You should not have told me that.”

I bit my lip. “Why not?”

“Because then I will not feel as bad for doing this.” He planted his mouth to mine with a fervor he’d held back until now, and I surrendered to his kiss.

Kova rested his weight on me, groaning loudly. The feel of his body on mine, the hardness of this man was euphoric. It made my head spin with bliss. He held me lovingly, his fingers caressing my face as if he was making love to my mouth. This kiss was much slower, methodic, showing me what he was capable of. His warm, thick tongue circled mine. My fingers tugged his hair, my hips undulated against him when his stubble brushed my face. He was suffocating me with his skilled mouth and I couldn’t get enough.

Kova pulled back, panting against my lips. “We really should stop.”

I ignored him. Licking my lips, I angled his head to the side and pressed my mouth to his neck. My tongue swept out, tasting his salty skin and pulled him into my mouth with a little bite.

Pushing off the wall, Kova spun around and brought our joined bodies to the floor. His lips found mine again and he quickly deepened the kiss. His arms planted on the sides of my head, caging me in. He was a beast over me, so big and large to my small frame. His raging erection settled between my legs. I wanted to feel his length, skin on skin, and maybe more. Sex would be scary the first time, no matter who I was with, but it wasn’t like I was saving myself for anyone.

Not that I planned to sleep around, either.

“Is anyone else in the gym,” I asked against his mouth.

He shook his head. “Just us. I looked around before I came in here and found you.”

I wanted to get a better hold on him. My hands left his hair and made their way to his magnificently toned back, feeling every ridge and muscle as I skimmed down and slipped my hands beneath his elastic waistband to grab his ass.

Bare.

He was going commando and I wondered if he was always like this.

“Do you normally skip the boxers?”

Kova tensed when my hands touched his flesh, then relaxed. His grin was my answer, and I melted.

“I do not own a pair of boxers,” he freely admitted.

His skin was so silky smooth, I wanted to touch him everywhere. If he didn’t own a pair, that meant he didn’t wear any to practice either. Why that enticed me more, I had no idea, but I loved the fact he was bare underneath. My hips widened as far as possible to accommodate his body, a light moan escaped my chest, allowing him to settle more deeply into my heat.

“God,” I breathed. “This feels so good.”

“More than I imagined it would.”

His needy lips met mine again, his kiss was frantic, and his rotating hips never stopped. He slowly rocked his erection back and forth against me, eliciting another moan from my mouth. He hit my clit every time, pushing me higher. My body was on fire, my skin damp. I imagined this was how he made love.

“You’re so hard, so big,” I said between kisses and he chuckled. My thighs tightened around him, the pleasure almost unbearable.

Taking a chance, my hands gingerly moved outward to his hips. I hesitated, wondering if he’d let me or tell me to stop.

As my hand slid between our bodies, a thumb raked across my nipple and my hips bucked. I wasn’t expecting him to touch me there and I surprised myself when I realized I wanted him to do it again. With parted lips and heated breath, I looked into his green eyes that had darkened while he ran his thumb in circles over my hardening nipple. Overwhelmed with sensations running through my body, I couldn’t form words and just arched into him instead.

I pushed my hand between us, gauging his reaction as I did, but he gave nothing away. Little hairs tickled my fingers, his thumb picked up the pace, and his hips stopped moving. I threaded my fingers through the softness of his curls, circling his shaft before moving lower.

I was pretty sure he didn’t expect me to cup his sack, his body tightened everywhere and his breathing became labored.

“Adrianna,” he gritted, a vein jutted from his neck. His Russian accent was stronger than ever. I loved when he said my name like that.

“Don’t tell me to stop,” I begged, caressing him in my hand. “Oh God. I’m...” I trailed off when he rubbed against me faster and faster. I needed to reach that high point so desperately.

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