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But Ava bolts awake, half sitting up before she falls back down on my chest. “Anna,” she gasps. And then she starts to climb off my body.
“Ava. Stop.” Anna’s cries get louder. “Get the key from the drawer.”
She does as I ask, her body on glorious display as she stretches toreach the drawer. She fumbles around, finally pulling the key out of the interior.
Her eyes are unfocused and her movements heavy. “Take a breath.”
She does, her eyes clearing a bit. Then she slowly inserts the key into the little lock. I feel the metal give, unlocking from my right wrist.
Pulling my hand free, I grab the key, unlocking the other wrist myself.
Ava watches me, her body still pressed to mine. Out of the cuffs, I wrap my arms around her, rolling us to the side.
There is no fear now, her body completely pliant as I pull out of her and then kiss her mouth. “Go back to sleep. I’m going to get Anna.”
“I should…”
“You should sleep.”
“Go to my room.”
I chuckle. No chance. When I get Anna back down, I’m spending a few hours curled around the woman who is going to be my wife. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. “We’ll worry about that later. Sleep now. You must be exhausted.”
She snuggles down in the covers, her eyes sliding closed. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” In fact, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ava
I wake feeling morerelaxed and comfortable than I’ve ever felt in my life. I wiggle my toes and then go to stretch, meeting a hard wall of flesh. That’s when I realize the reason I’m so comfortable is because I’m snuggled into the body of another person.
Dimitri’s arm is around my torso, his hand on my naked belly, his fingers splayed out to cover my skin. I gasp, trying to sit up.
“Milaya,” he rumbles behind me. “Anna kept me up most of the night. Can you at least ease out of my bed instead of thrashing around.”
“I’m sorry,” I cry, flipping around to look in his face. Which is when I realize my mistake. I’m naked. And he’s mostly so. My skin slides over his in the most seductive way as my breasts crush to his chest.
His arm around me, is now perched just above my ass and he slides the hand down to cup one cheek, pulling our hips together.
I have a second to feel frightened before hot lust skitters down my spine, settling between my legs.
But he must have felt my slight stiffening though, because he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him.
His nose nuzzles into my neck. “Better?”
“How did you know?”
“I can feel your fear. I don’t like it. I only want to make you feel better.” He kisses a trail along my collarbone, his other arm wrapping around my back.
My eyes flutter closed. How is this possible? How is the one man I’m supposed to hate, fear even, be the man who is patient, kind, understanding? Who is willing to take the time to help me overcome my own hangups?
It’s crazy, but for another moment, I just enjoy the feel of his lips, his muscles moving under my softer body. A sigh escapes my mouth as tingles flutter over my skin.
“That’s the noise I like to hear,” he rumbles against my chest, his hands gliding up my back.
I think I could have sex like this. His hands on my body, his lips moving over my skin.
