Sofia
Tension swirls through the air like a thick cloud of smoke as he holds my gaze. The question I’d just asked hanging between us awkwardly.
Did it come off in the wrong way?
All I did was ask him to take the bed. When he refused, I asked him to at least share it, as there is enough space. It feels like hours have ticked by since I spoke those words. His hazel eyes are burning with indecision as he stares at me.
“That would be a terrible idea, Sofia,” he mumbles, trying to get into a better position on the sofa.
“At least let me sleep on the sofa. I’m about half your size,” I protest. He sighs heavily, holding a hand to his forehead.
“Not to mention, I’m the one who has slept most the damn journey anyway.” I set my hands on my hips, trying to seem authoritative, which is laughable with Miron here. He’s the one in charge, not me.
He glances at me before nodding.
I smile, feeling victorious that he finally agreed to take the bed.
He walks past me, closer than I expect. The masculine scent of him overwhelms my sense as I turn to watch him walk toward the bed. My whole body heats as he lifts his shirt over his head, revealing his perfect abs and chiseled chest. The two sleeves of tattoos running down both of his arms fully visible to me now. I’ve always had a weakness for men with tattoos, particularly Miron.
I almost die when his fingers go to the belt around his pants. It’s at that point I realize I need to stop staring. Instead, I turn my back on him and walk over to the sofa. The heat imbuing every particle of my body is fiery and impossible to tame. I hate that he refused to share the bed with me. I flop down onto it, wincing at how hard and lumpy it is.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Miron asks.
I glance at him, and he’s wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs. My eyes fix on the outline of his bulge, feeling my whole body freeze in shock. I can’t think. I can’t speak. All I can do is stare.
“Sofia, what is wrong? Have you never seen a guy in boxer briefs before?”
I bring my eyes to his, getting hotter and hotter by the second. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was about to combust. All I do is shake my head like a damn idiot. “Sorry.” I avert my gaze and turn back toward the sofa.
“I’m not having you sleep on the sofa. Get in the bed,” he orders.
Fuck.
If I thought I was hot a moment ago, I feel myself begin to burn up. The thought of actually getting into bed with Miron in only his boxer briefs makes my imagination run wild. It doesn’t help that he sounds so dominant, telling me to get into bed.
“Now,” he says, voice deep.
I pull myself up from the sofa and try to infuse confidence in every step I take. Each step brings me closer to the bed and his naked body. Deliberately, I keep my eyes on anything but him. One glance in the mirror on the wall as I pass tells me I’m as red as a fucking tomato. It’s so embarrassing.
Miron gets under the sheets before me, allowing me some reprieve. It’s at that moment that I realize the only nightwear I packed was my sheer, see- through slip. What the hell had I been thinking?
I grab it and my toiletry case from my bag, dashing for the bathroom. There’s no way in hell I’m getting dressed in front of him. He may be confident enough to strip in front of me, but I most certainly am not confident enough. I’m sure I hear him chuckle as I shut the door.
Am I just a joke to him?
A lump forms in my throat, as I’m pathetic to think he’d ever be interested in me. A virgin who has never done anything but fantasize about her father’s best friend. The man lying in bed on the other side of this door half-naked.
I walk toward the sink and run the water, splashing it over my face. It’s crazy how long I’ve waited for an opportunity to be alone with him, and now it’s here, I’m hiding in the bathroom. I pull my toothbrush out of my toiletry bag and brush my teeth, thankful to be able to freshen up.
Quickly, I undress from my shirt and jeans and get into my slip. I hesitate with my hand on the doorknob for a moment, before opening it and stepping back into the bedroom.
Miron meets my gaze the moment I step out, and my heart almost stops beating as his eyes drag down my body. Heat pulses through me at his attention, and I move as fast as I can to the other side of the bed. A flood of relief washing over me the moment I’m under the covers.
“Sleep,” Miron says, his commanding voice sending a shiver up my spine. “We can’t stay for much longer than a few hours.” He turns over to face me, but I can’t bring myself to look at him.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to get my mind off of the man I’ve spent years fantasizing about lying within arms reach. “Miron, can I ask you a question?”
He shifts closer. “Of course.”
I flick my tongue over my bottom lip. “Why did you risk everything to save me?”
“Look at me, Sofia,” he says.
I glance over at him, and his proximity sends my blood pressure soaring. The pound of my heart fills my ears. His beautiful hazel eyes look ethereal in the dim light of the guest room. A surprisingly clean and airy room, considering the appearance of the outside of this place.
“I couldn’t have left you to the fate your father agreed to.”
I notice that it doesn’t answer my question. He’s avoiding the answer. A spark of hope in my chest ignites at the thought that maybe he cares for me in the way I care for him. “That doesn’t answer the question,” I say, smiling at him.
He smiles too, his eyes crinkling at the edges. I can feel my whole body trembling. “No, it doesn’t.” He pauses for a moment. “Go to sleep, Sofia.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Why won’t you answer my question?” I ask. He growls and turns his back to me. “Drop it.”
I set my hand on his back, and he tenses under my touch. “Please, Miron. I need to know why.” The feel of his warm skin and muscles under my hand sends a throbbing need through me.
“Sofia, go to sleep.”
I swallow hard and let my hand linger a moment longer on his strong, muscular back. This situation is like one of my dreams, other than the fact he doesn’t want me the way I want him. Pain crashes into my chest as I turn onto my back, feeling tears spring to my eyes.
“Fuck,” Miron says. “What is it?” I ask.
He turns over and grabs me suddenly, making me gasp. “I can’t stop myself.” His lips crash into mine with such harsh intensity, stealing all the air from my lungs.
I feel his tongue pressing against my lips, demanding entrance. My heart soars as he gives me what I’ve dreamed of all these years. This moment is better than I could have imagined. I part my lips, allowing him to search my mouth. The desperation in his kiss makes me wonder if he’s wanted this for a while.
I lean into him, grabbing his hard muscled shoulders in an attempt to ground myself. My body is blazing with heat as his hands slip onto my hips, drawing me closer to him. He’s the first man to touch me like this. The first man to kiss me like this.
All these years I’ve been unable to focus my attention on any other man, even when I left to study abroad. Miron breaks away from my lips, leaving me wanting more. I moan as they return to my neck, kissing down to my collarbone. He bites me there. I gasp, the pain is shocking but pleasurable.
He stops and glances at me. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “Kind of, but I liked it…” I say, feeling my cheeks blaze hotter.
He groans and tightens his grip on me, shifting, so his body is covering mine. His heavy weight pins me to the bed as he kisses me hard. Miron grips my hips with a possessive touch, sending shock waves between my thighs.
His hard cock pulses against me, and the longing he ignites deep inside of me is excruciating.
Is this happening?
Miron throws the covers off the bed and kisses a trail down the center of my body. All I can do is watch as he inches closer and closer to my center. I wonder if he realizes how inexperienced I am. Other than a pretty innocent kiss with a boy at high school, I’ve done nothing with a man before.
His lips are now inches from the waistband of my panties, which are soaking wet. He teases a finger over the fabric, growling when he feels the wetness there. “You’re soaked for me, Sofia.”
I whimper, unable to find the words to reply. Miron’s brilliant hazel eyes watch my reaction as he hooks a finger into the waistband of my panties.
I’ve never been so exposed, so bare. A sudden worry passes over me that he won’t like what he sees.
He breaks eye contact and looks down at the most intimate part of me. A deep groan rumbles from his chest, and he grabs his cock through his boxer briefs, tugging on it. The sight overwhelms me.
“Fucking perfect.” His breath teases over my slick folds, making me shudder.
I gasp as I feel his tongue flick out against my clit, sending the most intense pulse of pleasure through every nerve ending.
“Sweet as honey,” he groans, still fisting his cock through his briefs.
I wish he would take them off so I could see all of him. His eyes meet mine, and he notices me staring, a gorgeous smirk curling onto his lips. “Do you want to see it, Malishka?” he asks, calling me baby girl in Russian.
Hearing him call me Malishka sends my whole body into meltdown. I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak. I’m not sure my mouth would work right now. He holds my gaze as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I can feel my entire body shaking in anticipation. Miron drags them down his muscled hips, releasing his huge, rigid cock. My pussy clenches at the sight of his size. The thought of him being inside me both scares and excites me at the same time.
Would he even fit?
He fists himself from root to tip, before returning his mouth to my center. I moan deeply as he licks and sucks at my pussy. His teeth graze over my most sensitive area. My thighs quiver from the sensations he sends through every nerve in my body.
Before I know what his intention is, he slides a finger inside of me. I groan, utterly overtaken by the wanton need for the man between my
thighs. Deep down, I’d always believed my fantasies would never become a reality.
I was a silly girl with a crush, and he was a mature, sexy man who could have any girl he wanted.
“Oh my God,” I moan as he curls his finger inside of me, still licking and sucking at my clit. An inferno is building inside of me. I’ve orgasmed before on my own, but this feels different-far more intense. “Miron,” I mutter his name, drawing his fiery hazel eyes back to mine.
“I want you to come for me, Sofia,” he growls.
I bite my bottom lip, feeling infinitely exposed at the thought of coming with his tongue there. He slips a second finger inside of me, and everything comes crashing down. I quiver and jolt as the most explosive sensation I’ve ever felt rocks my body. “Miron,” I cry his name. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. The number of emotions flooding me are too difficult to comprehend.
He keeps licking and sucking at my clit, forcing me to endure more as waves of ecstasy continue to crash through me. Tears of joy prickle at my eyes, as he begins to work his way back up my body.
“Are you okay?” he asks, clearly noticing the emotion taking hold of me.
I nod my head. I’m too overwhelmed to speak. Instead, I wrap my arms
around his neck and pull his lips to mine. The hard length of his cock rests against my thigh as we kiss deeply. This is the best moment of my life, and I never want it to end.