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“It’s okay,” I said, finally coming to my senses before this situation escalated out of hand. “He’s harmless. He’s family.” Somehow, I bustled Julian to the door of our apartment, and I felt Dmitri’s presence close behind us. “Give us a minute, yeah?”
“You sure?” Julian eyed him like he was still considering calling for help. Because any normal person would have concern.
I nodded. “It’s fine. Can you give us some time to talk?”
Finally, he relented and went inside, slowly closing the door behind him.
“What do you want?” I faced Dmitri with arms crossed, leaning against the door.
“I wanted to check on you, and I come here to find you have a male roommate?”
That was how he was going to lead this conversation? Sometimes, I wanted to kill him with his caveman mentality. “Yes, and what’s wrong with that?”
He raked his hand through his damp hair, and I realized he was still in his practice pants,stillshirtless. It was hard to avoidall of thatgoing on in front of me. He looked so imposing, intimidating, and all male as he stood inches away. The lion on his chest bared its teeth in front of me as I stared at the ink on his ripped muscles. What was wrong with me?
“Is he your roommate with benefits, Sorina?”
How I wanted to lie and say yes because he was being ridiculous and insulting. I could’ve mentioned Julian had no interest in me. I could’ve reminded him I had another roommate, too, but didn’t. Besides, if I cared, I’m certain I could produce a list as long as Hillside’s student population with all of his friends with benefits.
“Answer me.”
My fingers curled into my palms. “No, he’s not.”
“That’s not what it looked like when I saw him basically fucking you on the football field earlier.”
What? He was watching us? “We were not. We were stretching.”
“Stretching? He was lying on top of you.” He rolled his lips together; perturbed was an understatement.
“Do I need to give you a lesson on the proper way to stretch? I needed the pressure to get a good stretch in my hamstrings. I can’t get that kind of deep stretch by myself.” I felt stupid explaining this because it was only a matter of using common sense. Surely, he knew it.
“Is that right?” He glanced down at the ground before looking back at me. “Show me.”
“Show you what?” Was he really going there with this? He was an athlete, too, for god’s sake. Maybe he truly was losing his mind.
“Show me how you stretch.” He tilted his head and crossed his arms as if this were a nonnegotiable conversation. “I’ll help you if what you say is true.”
“You’re joking.” I laughed in disbelief.
“Do you see me laughing?” His voice was rough, and there was a gleam in his eye I could only see as ruthless determination. He stepped closer, and my breath hitched. He reached out his hand, and I dumbly glanced down between us. Then everything seemed to move in slow motion as I saw his hand slide over my thigh. My skin tingled as his fingers seared a path around my lower thigh to trail behind my knee. “I don’t make jokes.”
“Yes, obviously, you have zero sense of humor.” My voice sounded an octave higher.
He didn’t answer me, and I stood frozen, feeling the erratic thump of my pulse. When he lifted my leg, he leaned into me, and I watched with jaw slacked as he continued to push. Pushed until his mouth touched the shell of my ear. “Show me,” he growled and placed my ankle over his broad shoulder and flattened his palm against the middle of my thigh. Leaning into my leg, he pressed until my knee butted my shoulder, and my toes practically touched the door. I felt the pressure of my hamstring as it was stretching out. Not really feeling pain or discomfort in my muscles, only the disquiet of his hand digging into my skin, and his chest nearly kissing mine.
I had to fight the urge to groan, but I stifled it as we stared at each other. I tried to remember to regulate my breathing, but all that did was make me aware of him even more. His presence, his scent of outdoors, musk, and the faint smell of spice filled my nostrils—intoxicating. Too intoxicating. He pushed into me even more, and I felt something thick and hard against my lower abdomen. His erection. Oh my god, he was hard, and an immensity of warmth bloomed between my thighs that began to pulse with a heady throb the longer we stood together. I remembered the time he was in my room, pinning me down on the bed, and I’d seen and felt his erection then. He’d called me naïve. Maybe I was then, but not now. I bit my lip and tried to concentrate, but I heard a low growl as Dmitri stared at my mouth.
“Do you feel this?”
Whether he was talking about the stretch or him, I wasn’t certain. But I definitely feltit. It was difficult not to. I felt it all. “Dmitri.” His name weighed heavy on my lips. “Someone could see us.” It took me a minute to remember we were standing outside my apartment, and anyone could’ve passed by or walked up on us.
“Does it matter? It’s just a stretch. Right,zaychik?”
I realized his eyes were heated with more than lust. He was simmering in anger, apparently driven on making a stupid point. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I was the idiotic one losing my head over his demonstration. He was trying to make me admit something he knew damn well wasn’t as risqué as what he saw. But what he was doing now was downright dirty and unfair. “You know what you are doing.”
He tilted his head as he let up his hold on my leg; the stubble on his angled jaw scraped against my skin. I watched in a trance as he slowly released my calf until my foot touched the ground. I thought he would back off, give me some ridiculous, overbearing warning about how to conduct myself. As if I would listen.
Instead, he surprised me and gripped my other hip with his hand, sliding leisurely down my ass cheek, over the thin material of my shorts, and lingering at the crease where my butt and thigh met. “We must work out this hamstring, too.” His voice was rough, and his long fingers almost grazed the part where no one had touched me. So dangerously close, I trembled. “What are you doing?” My voice was shaky and took effort to ask.
