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When Kova looked back at me he didn’t conceal his emotions or feelings. “Every word.”
My lips parted, a flush of heat hitting my body hard. His conviction rendered me speechless. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“It is not so simple.” Leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, he stared at the ground as if he was ashamed of his actions. “If you want to train with another coach, I would completely understand. Just say the word and I will change things around and make it happen.”
“No,” my voice cracked. “I don’t want anyone but you.” And I didn’t. He was the best coach I’d ever had.
“You will do just as well with someone else at World Cup.”
“No,” I said, defiantly louder this time.
Kova blew out a remorseful breath and turned toward me. “Ria, I think it would be best. This thing,” he shuffled his hands back and forth between us, “this thing has to stop. And with you being so close to me, me training you, I am afraid of what the future holds.” The conviction was powerful in his eyes, I knew he meant it. “I need you to know I have never…” he ran his tongue along his bottom lip, “I have never done anything with another gymnast like this. I cheated on the woman I plan to marry someday. I could lose everything that means something to me. I could lose my reputation, my gym.” I stayed silent and let him continue. Despite the ache and jealously spreading like wildfire in my chest, hearing he planned to marry Katja hurt more. “I never meant to take advantage of you.”
I swallowed hard. “You didn’t.”
“You are underage, Adrianna. I know better than to touch you. It is fucking wrong. I am totally at fault here.”
I got a little sassy because I didn’t want him to hold all the weight. “You did way more than just touch if I remember correctly. You gave me two incredible orgasms.” I bit my lip, heat tinted my cheeks thinking about how I rode him in the dance room. The room became stuffy and my body started to simmer for his touch. “It was the most—”
Fire blazed in his eyes as he cut me off. “I am fully aware of what I did,” he snapped.
“So, why do we have to stop?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Kova stood and began pacing my living room. “Can you not comprehend the magnitude of the situation?”
I stood and challenged him. “I do understand, but it’s not wrong if I’m consenting. Do you not comprehend that?”
He shook his head and walked toward the door. My heart thumped wildly in my chest. I wasn’t ready for him to leave yet, I didn’t want him to go.
“Do not say those things to me. It is not the same thing, and it still does not make it right.”
“I liked it, Kova, and I wanted it as much as you did. Don’t blame yourself for anything.”
He stopped dead in his tracks. “Do. Present tense.”
I smiled softly at his correction as he turned and made his way toward me. Kova backed me against the wall in my living room. He placed his hand flat to the wall and angled his head down, pressing his forehead to mine. Tension radiated off him, the fight to walk away clear as day in his vacillating eyes.
“That is the problem, I still want you, Ria.” He breathed into me and cupped my nape. “I should not, but I do, and it is so fucking wrong and sick. And I love it.”
“I love when you say my name like that,” I whispered honestly, staring at his lips. “Your accent comes out and it’s so sexy.” I placed my hands on his firm chest and slid them up. He tensed, but I paid no attention to it. I wanted to kiss him again, to feel his lips pressed to mine, his tongue tangled with mine. The way he kissed me, so skilled and dominating, I loved the command he took. No one had ever kissed me the way he did. Confidence roared through me, so I grabbed a hold and took a leap.
My heart chased the anticipation as we closed the distance. Faces tilted, we touched lips lightly, and I whimpered into him. My hands tangled in his hair as he placed his hands on my hips and held me still. His thumb drew little circles on my pelvis, eliciting wetness between my thighs. I squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the sudden ache.
He didn’t refuse me like I feared he might. Quite the contrary actually.
“Does it make me a pervert for wanting you so desperately?”
“No,” I responded immediately. Because it didn’t.
“Good, because if it did, well, I would not give a fuck. I want you.”
Getting as close as I could so there was not an inch left between us, I leaned into his strong body. My breasts pressed against his chest and I kissed him passionately. He took the lead and set the pace, and I followed, which rewarded me with a squeeze of his hand. Our tongues swirled provocatively, mounting the desire between us. I knew this was wrong, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care that Kova could get in trouble, I didn’t care he had a girlfriend he planned to marry one day. I didn’t care about anything but this moment and seeing where it could take us.
Plus, I liked making him feel good.
One of Kova’s hands trailed down my side and around to my back. He lifted the back of my shirt so he could cup my ass. He gave it a good, hard squeeze, biting my bottom lip at the same time. My eyes rolled shut as a light sigh escaped my throat. His touch was incredible, like a million little kisses coating my skin and I melted into him. His hips rose, legs spreading wider as the bulge in his jeans pushed against me.
My hands skimmed over his firm shoulders and chest. I was desperate to feel his skin under my touch. Giving him a slight grasp, my hips surged into his. I pressed hard and before I knew what was happening, Kova removed my oversized shirt and threw it to the floor.
