Page 73 of Working Out West

“Hmm?”

“I will need to kiss you now.”

“Okay,” I uttered.

He turned so fast I gasped. His hand cupped my cheek, and his lips were back on mine. I moaned into the tangle of tongues, the brushing of lips. Reaching out, I placed my hands against his chest. His naked chest. Hard planes of muscle greeted my palms. Slowly, I ran them down the dips and ridges of his stomach and felt it move under my hands. My arm brushed against something before a hand gripped my wrist and brought it up just as the kiss broke off to a sweet caress of the lips against each other.

Adrik pulled back and kissed the back of my hand. He shifted around until he was on his back with his arm out my way.

“Come here, moya lyubov’. On your stomach, rest your head on my chest.”

Smiling, I felt the blush rise, suddenly shy even after the kissing. I slid down the bed and curled an arm over his stomach, resting my head to his chest.

This was nice.

Sweet.

I let out a breath and opened my eyes to see the hardness in Adrik’s sleep pants. It matched my own. A fresh new blush hit my body all over. Adrik pulled the blanket over us, covering a sight I wanted to stare at for some time more, but I didn’t say anything.

What we’d done was enough.

I could wait. Even if my dick was crying over the travesty. I wanted our first time to be exactly like it was tonight.

Perfect.

Chapter Eighteen

Adrik

We used to sleep on our separate sides of the bed—until the night we shared a kiss. Now, I woke with West sleeping in my arms, and I could not be any happier. It had been a week since that night, and I knew with the amount of healing West had done, it was creeping closer to the time I would have to get back to work.

It was not something I wanted to do, but if we were to keep this going between us, I wanted to make sure it grew into something strong. I needed to give us both time to get back into our normal everyday lives. Besides, West was to start his new job at the end of next week. I tensed at the thought of him leaving my side or the safety of the house, but I reminded myself he would be surrounded by men I trusted.

West nuzzled into me. His head tipped back, and he lazily blinked up at me. My heart caught on a beat when he smiled.

“Morning.”

“Good morning, moya lyubov’.” I dipped and kissed his forehead. I was free to kiss him when it came over me to do so. Each time I enjoyed the cute smile he gave me, along with the blush.

Mostly when I first did it in front of people. West had been sitting in the living room when I got back after having to step out for a moment. I couldn’t even remember what for, but all I could think about was getting back to West. I had walked through the front door to see him surrounded by Kylo, Lucas, and Lucas’s parents. I greeted them but kept my gaze on West as I approached. I had planted my hands on the armrests and leaned in to take his lips in a hot kiss.

“Oh my” had come from Mrs. Storey.

I rested my forehead against his and said, “Moya lyubov’.”

“Um… hi.”

I had grinned and stood. “Would anyone like a coffee?”

After taking their orders, I had moved off but heard. “Herb, why don’t you greet me like that?”

“Fuck me, now I won’t hear the end of this.”

West was getting used to me kissing him in front of people, since it seemed I could not help myself when it came to him. Now he expected it when I was around, and every night since the first. Though, it was getting harder and harder keeping my hands to myself. Especially since we both became aroused from being alone and having each other’s mouths.

“Do you have to leave today?”

“Da. I have a few things that need my attention.” He nodded against me. “I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner tonight?”

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