Damn, his eyes. They made me want to unravel every layer of him.
"For something just like that to happen, but while I am coherent," I moaned. The pleasure bloomed inside my veins, a high was on the horizon.
Kova nipped the tender flesh under my lobe. His hands skimmed my lower back and his fingers slid into my panties. His palm covered one cheek and he gripped it tight in his hand and yanked me roughly against him. A little yelp escaped me.
"But it is so much better when you are sleeping… I can do whatever I want to you. The best part? Your body reacts and still wants it even when you are incoherent."
A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. I shook my head, surging faster and faster. "You're incorrigible."
His fingers danced illicitly close to my sex. I clenched the fabric of his shirt in my hand and waited anxiously, continuing to rub myself on him.
"Impressive." He drove up with his hips and I sucked in a breath. "A big word for such a young girl." He groaned so deep and guttural that I think he liked the definition of the word and what he was doing to me.
"I am young, and you love it. Admit it," I said breathlessly. Kova growled, but didn't answer. He was a fusion of brooding and passive, someone who was indisputably crossed.
"How can someone like you always seem to know what I like?"
I smiled against his mouth. "I'm attentive."
Two fingers dipped further into my wetness. He caressed me softly, slowly, sliding all around. I arched my back and my hips came up, hoping he'd push inside. I moaned, wanting more.
"This girl wants you to make her come."
Another stroke over my swollen pussy and Kova was pulling his fingers out and sliding them between his lips. I let out a frustrated gasp and reeled back. Kova pulled his fingers out with a pop and smiled from ear to ear. I wish he'd smile more. His whole face changed.
He tapped the side of my outer thigh like he was proud. "Time for me to go, sweet girl."
Thirty-Nine
The Rossi name was a curse.
I swear it was.
We were rational yet highly emotional people. I could be the jaw dropping girl in the room, your confidant, and your worst enemy.
All at once if I had to.
And in those rare times when I was on the receiving end—because karma—I loathed it. I prided myself on being practical and levelheaded, but when my emotions slithered under and took root, spreading their vines when I least expected it, I acted just plain old stupid.
It was early Friday morning, twelve hours before our flight departed for the elite qualifier meet where I would test both Optional and Compulsory routines, when I woke up feeling downright weak. It was horrible. I didn't even have the strength to panic. I was lethargic and unable to process my thoughts and so physically drained that I called my mom. Holding up the phone was a job in itself.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Much to my surprise, she had gotten on the phone and within minutes had a private doctor on the way to my condo. It was one of those luxuries of the American Express black card. She heard the brittle tone of my voice and seemed legitimately concerned for my well-being, but then I replayed the conversation in my head and caught her last words.
I anticipate your youthful appearance, my darling daughter. I scowled.
Diagnosis: Severe exhaustion and fatigue.
The doctor had to administer an injection of a high dose of vitamin B12. The next two times I'd have to do it myself since he'd prescribed an extreme dose until I got home and scheduled an appointment to see him.
It didn't take long for the dose to kick in. I had a burst of energy and positive attitude. I felt confident, eager about competing in my first meet with World Cup since I started. I wanted to test elite, and I wanted to make my team proud. If that meant I had to stick a needle fifty times over in my leg, I would.
We had a five-hour flight to the Las Vegas meet, where we'd go eat dinner and then straight to the hotel to check in and head to bed. I wouldn’t see my parents until after the meet. The coaches were adamant and enforced a rule that we not have any kind of contact with them,