Chapter Twenty-two

Catherine stayed in the hospital for three days.  Sophie had driven her to her parent’s house in Bethesda.  Even with Catherine’s constant insistence that it wasn’t her fault, Sophie still had trouble shaking the guilt. Every time Catherine winced or moved tenderly, Sophie felt another pang to her heart.  She had stayed with Catherine and her parents for two days while Alex was out of town again.  Now they were back at her place.  He’d been teasing her, joking with her and making her laugh for most of the day.

“Give me remote,” he ordered.

“No, the Pens are on.”

“No watch the Pens, give me remote,” he grinned at her devilishly.

“No, Alex,” she giggled as he tried to take it from her. “I want to watch the game!”

 “I no want to watch you drool over Crosby.”

“I do not drool over Sidney Crosby,” she insisted, still holding the remote out of his reach. “Not since I met you anyway.”

He raised his eyebrows at her and smiled out of the corner of his mouth. “Watch game, if you can.”  He proceeded to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear, slowly sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

“Cut that out,” she said, pushing at him, doing her best to keep her eyes on the television.

He pulled her chin toward him, but she kept her eyes on the tv. He kissed her lips softly and smiled at her feeble attempt to resist him.

“Sophia, Вы являетесь прекрасной. Ваши волосы столь софт,” he whispered in her ear, sliding his fingers through her hair.  Her resolve melted away with a sigh.

 He ran his thumb along her lips.  “Поцелуй меня, Sophia.”

She looked up into his eyes. “You’re relentless,” she whispered.

“What means relentless?”

“Never quit.”

“Yes, I never quit.”  He brushed his lips across hers enticingly and she surrendered to his kiss.  He kissed her deep and long and she pulled away from him breathless.

“I could always record the game,” she whimpered.  His triumphant smile made her heart flutter.  He swung her up into his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom.  He lay her gently on the bed and pulled his t-shirt off over his head.  He lay next to her, sliding his hand across her belly under her shirt.

“Whisper to me, Alex.”

“What you want me to say?”

“Anything, I just want to hear your voice. Whisper to me in Russian,” she breathed against him, kissing his neck. 

“Я хочу, чтобы Вы столь плохие,” he murmured, sliding his hand up her forearm and under the strap of her bra. “Я хочу вкус всех вас.”

She sighed as he grazed his lips across her collarbone and up her neck.  He slid his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back to give him better access to her neck.  His arms were strong around her. She could feel the muscles in his biceps when he pulled her close. She rubbed her hands across his broad back and up to his powerful shoulders.  God, he smelled so good.  He tugged at the buttons on her top, unfastening them one by one. He watched her eyes as he continued to speak Russian in a low, seductive tone. She didn’t understand him, but it didn’t matter. The tone of his voice was enough.  She raised her hands to the back of his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him slow and passionately. His breathing was rapidly quickening as he kissed back down her neck and onto her chest. He slowly unhooked the front clasp of her bra and bared her breasts. He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly at the pleasure she felt.  Every time he stopped kissing her, he said something else in Russian.  She arched her back and pressed her hips toward him.

“Вкус так хорошо,” he moaned and pulled her to him and kissed her hard.  He leaned back and looked her body up and down. She was lean and tan with long brown waves cascading down over her shoulders, past the middle of her back. She was nearly a foot shorter than him, but they fit together anyway. She looked at him questioningly as she bit her full bottom lip.

“You sure?” he asked, staring deep into her brown eyes.  She smiled and gazed back into his fierce blue ones.  She reached for him, caressing his full lips with her fingertips.

“Yes.”

He reacted quickly, diving in for a kiss and lifting her hips just enough to pull her panties from her. He unbuckled his jeans and they and his briefs joined her panties on the floor.  He pressed his cock up against her.  She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he slowly began to enter her.  He hesitated.

“Open your eyes.”

She slowly acquiesced, gazing into his.

“I want to know I am the one you see.”

He pressed further into her, staring into her eyes until he was as deep as he could go. Her heart was beating so fast and loud, surely he could hear it.  Finally, he moaned and closed his eyes burying his face in her neck smothering it with kisses.  Pressing and pulling in and out slowly and softly, he held her so tight to him, she could hardly breathe. His large hands were twisted into her hair as he cradled her head.  His kisses made her skin come alive. His hands were so warm and strong.  She scratched her nails softly across his powerful back. She heard his soft groan in her ear. The soft hair on his chest tickled her nipples as he rubbed against her.  She locked her ankles around his hips as the tingle of her orgasm traveled up her spine. She closed her eyes again losing herself in the bliss that he was bringing her. 

“Oh, Alex,” she whimpered. She felt the power of his orgasm pouring into her.  He was breathing hard against her shoulder.  He raised his sparkling eyes to hers and kissed her gently and raised up on his elbows, his face flushed with a smile.  His beautiful honey-colored skin was glistening with sweat.  He looked amazing as she let her eyes wander across his chest and shoulders. She ran her hands up his chest, to his neck and then his cheeks and pulled him closer. She gently kissed his lips while looking into the deep fathoms of his blue eyes.  “I will never see anyone else.”