He groaned when the alarm wailed. She jumped next to him, a little disoriented by her surroundings. He slammed his hand down on the top of the clock and sleepily reached around her pulling her against him, snuggling up against her back. He nuzzled her neck and slid the tips of his fingers over her skin under the t-shirt. She ran her hand across his arm and closed her eyes feeling the length of his body against her. He mumbled something in Russian that she didn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. She loved the sound of his voice. She loved to hear him speak in his native tongue. He could read the dictionary in Russian and she would never get bored with it. She snuggled closer to him and felt him grow hard against her. He shifted his hips toward her. He mumbled against her again. She rolled over and ran her hands across his bare chest and over his side to his strong back. She kissed his neck softly.
“Sophia,” he smiled. He ran his hand up her back beneath her t-shirt. The warmth of his hand on her skin sent a chill through her. He pulled her to him crushing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples grew hard. She kissed further down his neck and across his collarbone. She slid her hand further down his stomach. He caught her hand with his own, halting her progress.
“Sophia,” he moaned and kissed her hard. He rolled her over on her back and kissed down her neck. He lifted his head and gazed down at her, his blue eyes sparkling. “No.”
“What?” she said coyly, but doing her best to hide exactly how disappointed she felt.
“Not enough time,” he said, running his finger across her bottom lip. “It take long time to make love to you, Sophia, very... long... time.” He accentuated each word with a kiss across her neck.
“Oh,” she whispered. She tried to kiss him again, but he rolled over and got out of bed, taking his beautiful, honey-colored skin and red boxer briefs to the shower.
“WHAT?” she exclaimed. Alex had slipped on a pair of dress slacks for the flight to California, but had yet to don a shirt. She had been enjoying the way a few remaining water droplets danced on his muscular chest when he dropped a bomb on her.
“What is problem? Mikhail will be here to make sure nothing happens while I am gone. Why you look like that?” he said, tossing the towel he just rubbed across his hair onto the bed. His hair stood out in all directions and she would have giggled if she hadn’t been appalled by spending three days in his house with his brother.
“It’s not necessary, Alex. I’ll be fine. What could possibly happen to me here? He doesn’t need to stay.” She really didn’t want to spend three days with a stranger, much less one who barely spoke English and was the older brother of her white knight.
“He stay,” he lifted one eyebrow, giving her his ‘immovable mountain’ look that he used so often. It just infuriated her this time.
“Alex, I am not a child. I will be fine by myself!”
“He stay anyway. You stay and he stay,” he said, getting frustrated. He turned and picked out a shirt from the closet as if that was the end of the discussion.
“Alex, I do not need a baby sitter!” she cried, exasperated with him.
“I don’t know what is ‘baby sitter’, but he stay,” he demanded, raising his voice as he slid his arms into a purple dress shirt. “I want you safe. You will do what I say.”
“Do what - do what you SAY! Who do you think you are, telling me what to do? You can’t order me around!” She tossed back the covers, slid off the bed and started pulling on her jeans, tossing her hair out of her way in anger.
“Sophia!” he reached for her and she backed away from him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He uttered a quiet and simple, “Please.”
She looked up at him. The concern on his face melted her anger away. He reached for her and she fell into his arms. She held him tight, trying to keep the tears at bay.
“I just want to know you are safe. Mikhail will keep you safe. Please.”
She looked up into his eyes and nodded, “I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t mean-”, but he smothered her mouth with his and did not let her finish.
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