“In,” he orders, nodding to the shower, and I nearly trip over myself to oblige.
I’m so wet, so hungry for him, I can barely breathe. The steam billows around us as Matvei steps in behind me.
Then he’s on me. He takes me into his arms, kissing me so deeply I’m breathless by the time we come up for air. He gives me no time to recover, kissing down my neck, my shoulders, his hands in my hair as the water sluices over my skin. The scent of him, the size of him, the sensations he stirs in me, overwhelm my senses until I’m lightheaded.
I dig my fingers into his enormous biceps as he pushes me back against the wall, the water cascading over both our bodies, the steam swirling around us only adding to the passion.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as he massages my breast with one hand and strokes my soft folds with the other.
“That’s what I want to hear more of. Again.” His voice is deep and resonant, commanding.
“Fuck!” I cry as he brushes my entrance, teasing me. I’m so desperate to feel him inside me again I can barely stand it, and I whimper. “Fuck me, please!”
“Moya khoroshaya,” he rumbles in my ear. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Without warning he plunges in, giving the phrase “hurts so good” new meaning, because it does, and I nearly finish right then and there. But I’m not about to let the experience end so quickly.
It doesn’t take long before I’ve acclimated to his size, to the feeling of him stretching me as he plunges in and out again and again.
I arch into him, my hips grinding with his. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as the world fades to nothing but the heat between us and the waves of pleasurecrashing over me, pulling me under. I don’t want to come up for air—all I want is Matvei and this feeling. Forever.
He tightens his grip around me, pulling me closer as he plunges deeper and deeper, driving me higher and higher until I’m writhing and moaning with unspeakable pleasure. When his free hand moves between us to play with my clit, it’s more than I can take.
White takes over my vision as my orgasm smashes into me, wrenching a scream from my core. I claw at his massive back, at the muscles flexing and moving beneath my palms.
Russian streams from his lips, forced through gritted teeth as he jackhammers into me. He roars as he comes, pulsing and jerking, his warmth filling me.
After, the only sound is the pounding hiss of the shower and our gasping breath. Liquid heat runs down my legs, washed away by the water. We hold onto each other, several minutes passing before we both let go.
“I’ll let you finish your shower,” he finally says, leaving me with a deep, thorough kiss.
“I swear I’ll be quick. Wait for me downstairs?”
I have a sudden fear that, having gotten what he came for, Matvei will disappear and I won’t see him again. Which, if I’m being honest, is probably for the better. But I don’t want to be honest with myself. Not yet anyway.
“I will wait for you downstairs. Don’t try to escape out a window. Your room is too high up.”
Despite myself, I smile. “The window is way too small, believe me. I would get stuck, and you’d have to rescue me again.”
Matvei raises an eyebrow. “Again?”
“Well, yeah,” I flush. “You kept me from having a panic attack yesterday and attempting to jump out of a plane window. So that’s two windows you’ve saved me from so far.”
The predatory grin spreads, and I shiver again. “Well, let’s hope there’s not a third.”
After a quick scrub, he steps out of the shower. I can’t help but watch as he towels off his incredible body, his muscles flexing and moving beneath glistening, still-wet skin in a way that is utterly hypnotizing.
When he leaves, he shuts the door quietly behind him. It isn’t until I hear the door to my hotel room open and close before I finally snap out of my daze.
6
SONYA
Ishower, towel dry my hair, apply a dash of makeup, and get dressed. I’m down in the lobby thirty minutes later, which is a personal best for me.
Matvei is reading a newspaper—in Czech, no less—in one of the plush chairs near the fireplace. There is a bubble of space around him; everyone appears to be going out of their way to stay as far away as they can.
He looks up when I’m halfway across the lobby, his gaze nearly pinning me to the spot.
