run deep," he said quietly. His voice was deeper, huskier. "It is a saying in Russia that pretty much translates to the same in English. 'Under calm waters, the devil waits patiently.'" He paused and swallowed hard. He shot a fleeting glance at my mouth then looked into my eyes and said, "I fear nothing good can come from you."
"You want to kiss me. I can feel it," I whispered.
"Beda nikogda ne prihodit odna." I waited, my breath heightening. He was so sexy like this. "Trouble never comes alone. This notebook, kissing you, constantly finding ways where we are isolated from judging eyes, would bring nothing but trouble from the devil." Kova wrapped his arms around my lower back, then moved so his lips were touching mine, and whispered, "YA takoy ublyudkare'. Proklyatyy, yesli ya proklyat, yesli ne budu."
Then, he smashed his lips to mine.
"What did you say?" I asked between our pressed lips.
"I am a bastard."
I chuckled lightly, melting on him. "You are." I loved hearing his accent. It was incredibly erotic when he had a raspy intonation woven in the words.
"Proklyat, yesli ya delayu, ya proklat, yesli ne… Damned if I do, damned if I do not."
I moaned softly as he continued to speak between frenzied kisses. That saying fit both of us perfectly. Kova growled and attacked my mouth like he'd been dying for this moment. I could barely keep up. He nipped at my lips, sucked my tongue, and dug his fingers into me. Like he wanted to climb inside me and live there. The pressure between us was destructive, and the power he elicited caused my hips to undulate on his. I ached for him. He lounged back and pulled me with him, his legs spreading wider so his hips thrust up. The only barrier between us were my thin panties and his mesh shorts. His hardness surged against my sex, I could barely think under his hold.
"I have to go," he said, crushing my pelvis in his grasp. Contradicting himself as always. He pressed my hips into his and groaned. I chuckled. His hands slid lower toward my opening. A carnal sigh rolled off his lips. I almost bit him from the sound of it. My body ignited within and I let go. The way I desired this man was something I couldn't comprehend. It went against everything and nothing I believed in. It would be considered wrong in everyone's eyes, but none of them mattered. I couldn't make sense of it, only that it felt right.
"No, stay a little longer," I pleaded. "Please." I squirmed over him, my body anxious. I needed more, just a little more. Especially after the photos and videos, and the way he rubbed me on him. Just a little longer…
But I also needed him. Deep in my heart, I knew I needed him just to be here. His presence soothed me more than ruffled my feathers.
"I thought you hated me." Kova ground into me at the word hate. Fuck.
My eyes became heavy with desire. "I do hate you. With every bone in my body."
God, I was a mess.
Kova chuckled. "You have a weird way of showing it."
I reached between us and cupped his thick erection. Kova's nostrils flared and he gripped my wrist. "When you show me basically a porno of us, you get me so worked up I can't think straight, it's hard to remember why I hate you. I should be angry over what you did, any sensible person would be, but I can't feel the emotion."
"I knew you would not be mad," he said smugly. "I knew you would like it."
A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. I arched a high brow and he loosened his hold on my wrist. We were on the same page, more than one could fathom. We had nothing and everything in common. It made no sense.
The only thing I was positively certain about was that we were inexplicably wild about each other.
"Calm down, you cocky, arrogant man. I'm sure tomorrow when I can think straight I'll be mad."
Kova shook his head, his eyes were full of happy laughter. He didn't believe my words as much as I didn't.
"What would it take for you not to be mad with me?"
I was sure he expected me to stroke him, but instead, I rubbed myself along his swollen length. With each rush of my hips, I applied pressure to him and he indulged by thrusting forward. His eyes darkened