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“We’re sharing a room?” I ask.
“Of course,” Demitri mutters as he lets go of my hand and shuts the door behind us. “Come, let’s shower.” He walks to the bathroom, tugging his shirt over his head.
Ah… what?
“You sure?” I call after him, standing rooted to the spot by the door.
Demitri glances back at me. “You’re tired. I’m tired. We’re just going to shower.”
There’s a stab of disappointment as I walk to the bathroom, not missing the chance to see Demitri naked again.
My eyes are glued to him as he undoes his belt, his fingers strong. Watching him strip out of his clothes is hot as hell, and I almost forget to get undressed. When we’re both butt-naked, there’s no urge to cover myself, which is kind of weird. I’m not self-conscious, but I’m usually not comfortable being naked in front of someone.
It’s probably because I’m too busy staring at Demitri’s abs.
Sigh, what a sight.
My eyes drift lower to the muscles curving down his hips like an arrow straight to his cock. I tilt my head as I take in his length as it rests against his thigh.
We’re just showering. We’re just showering. We’re just showering.
Demitri turns on the faucets, and when the water starts warming up, he steps under the spray, leaving enough space for me. I join him under the water, my eyes roving over every spectacular inch of him as I blindly reach for the body wash. I have no idea what I’m doing, but somehow I manage to wash my body as I watch Demitri’s hands glide over his gleaming skin.
Lower.
Move your hand lower.
Demitri’s fingers skim the stretch of skin above his cock, and I hold my breath.
Lower.
Incredible heat spreads through my body, and my abdomen clenches hard as his fingers wrap around his cock. A breath explodes over my lips, and then they start to come faster as he strokes himself.
“Are you done washing yourself?” Demitri asks in a low grumble, ripping my eyes to his face. “Or should I go on with the show?”
A flush spreads up my chest and neck, setting my face on fire. “Ahh… I’m done… washing,” I ramble and dart out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my body and make a run for the bedroom. I quickly dig panties, a shirt, and a pair of leggings out of my bag and pull the clothes on.
Moving to the side of the bed, I yank the covers back and climb beneath them. Taking a deep breath, I try to act as if I’m not turned on.
Demitri comes out of the bathroom wearing a smug smirk and nothing else but the gun in his right hand. I quickly glance away and listen as he moves around the room.
He sets his gun down on the bedside table next to me and then leans over me and picks me up. Moving me to the other side of the bed, he says, “I always lie closest to the door.”
“Okay,” I breathe as I fix the covers that got rumpled from the movement.
I glance at Demitri as he switches off the light, and then he comes to climb into bed next to me.
Crap, I’m not going to close a damn eye tonight.
Slowly my sight adjusts to the darkness, and I dare a glance at Demitri. He’s lying on his back with his hands tucked behind his head, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
Taking an audible breath, he moves one arm from beneath his head and holds it open. “Come here.”
Turning onto my side, I scoot closer until I’m right against him. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, then presses a kiss on my hair. “Sleep, Malyshka. We only have three hours before we leave for Russia.”
Letting out a sigh, I snuggle against him, resting my hand on his chest. Too soon, my fears creep back into my mind. I feel safer having a group of trained people willing to fight for me.
But…
My heart shrinks into a small lump at the thought that I lost my dad, and my brother wants me dead.
I feel Demitri’s breaths skim over the top of my head, then he murmurs, “Want to talk about it?”
I wrap my arm around his waist and press myself against him. “What Yuri did hurts so much more than losing my dad. It’s hard to believe.”
“It’s because you trusted him. Betrayal can only come from someone close to you.”
“What am I going to do, Demitri?” I tilt my head back and stare up at him. “I know you said you’ll take care of everything, but how will I ever return to my normal life?”
He shifts onto his side, so we’re lying face to face, and then his hand gently brushes over my hair. “When everything is over, you can either stay with me, or if you need more time, I’ll arrange a custodian to protect you.”
