my couch. He must've been lying down because I hadn't seen him when I walked in. I clutched my cell phone in my shaky hand.
"I got it from here. Th-Thanks for everything, but I-I think you should leave now."
"Get back in bed."
I scowled. Of course he ignored my request.
"Kova, I appreciate everything you-you’ve done, I-I do, but please leave."
"I will not say it again… Get back in bed." The inflection in his tone caused my heart to skip. His deep, rough lilt sent a new wave of goose bumps over my arms. Releasing a quiet sigh of agitation, I told him my plans.
"I'm having Hayden come over. I need him to h-help me right now. You ca-ca-can’t be here when he gets here."
The loud cracking in Kova's knees told me he stood. I risked a glance over my shoulder just in time to catch him scowling at me.
"Like hell you are. Tell me what you need and I will get it. Hot tea? Coffee? Something to eat? Another blanket? What is it that you need?"
You. I needed body heat.
I shook my head and pouted. As if that was possible. I stood, the brisk air wafted across my uncovered flesh. A hard tremor shot down my exposed spine.
"None of those right now."
He threw his hands out in front of him, his brows shot up. "Then what?"
"Just go," I said, scrolling through my phone for Hayden's name. When I found it, I began texting him with jittery fingers. Kova stalked over and ripped my phone from my hands before I could press send.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I reached for my phone. He stepped back when I stepped forward.
"Adrianna."
"What?" I snapped.
"Put your towel back on," he said in a guttural voice. A crease formed between my brows and I glanced down.
Shit. I hadn't even noticed.
If being naked in front of Kova bothered him so much, then this would help get him out of my house faster. Placing my hands on my hips, I pulled my shoulders back and stood bare as the day I was born…and shook. I was frozen to the core.
"If it bothers you s-s-so much, then get out. Because what I need, you ca-can’t give me."
Kova's nostrils flared, his eyes burned bright green. "And Hayden can," he stated.
I lifted one shoulder and gave him a blasé expression. "None of your business."
He stepped closer to me, then squatted down slowly and grabbed the towel in his hands without taking his eyes off mine. He raised it along the back of my thighs, my ass, my back. All the while I felt his heated breath dance across my skin. I almost sighed.
"Why must you make this so complicated?" he questioned with a shake of his head and wrapped the towel around my shoulders.
"Everyone knows th-th-the one way to get warm is through b-b-body heat." I shuddered. "Common sense, Kova. Hay-Hayden did it the first time and it helped."
"And that is what you want. My body with yours."
"I don't w-want it," I said, dragging my teeth along my bottom lip. "I need it. There's a d-d-difference. Right now, I don't f-f-feel right. This is a million times worse than before."
Kova rubbed the ebony stubble on his jaw and glanced away. "What you make me do…" he said hoarsely, then reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. He dropped it in a soft heap to the floor. My eyes immediately found the Olympic rings tattoo on his ribs I loved so much. His body flexed and contracted, sizzling with energy. I swallowed hard. I didn't think he had the balls—
Never mind. This was Kova I was talking about. Of course he did. He had balls of steel that hung from a body made of stone. A delectable body that had to be derived from cocaine because all it took was one hit and I was addicted.
Kova snatched me up in one swift scoop and carried me back to my room, huffing under his breath in Russian. That's how I knew when he was truly mad—he spoke in his natural tongue. Anger in his steps, he marched as he bound me close to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and sank into his heat, sighing. His body was as warm as an inferno and I loved it.
Once in my room, he stopped in front of my dresser and pulled open drawers until he found an oversized T-shirt and sleep pants.