24. Radimir

24

RADIMIR

I lay there staring at her. At that mass of copper hair that spilled across the pillow. At the tiny scrap of pale, bare skin visible between her hair and the collar of her nightshirt. At the hills and valleys her body made under the sheets. Fuck. That nightshirt was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. The way her breasts swayed and bobbed under the soft cotton, making it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra? The way it emphasized her long, bare legs, reminding me that I could just sweep my hands up her thighs and tug down her panties and she’d be ready to go? The way it looked so fucking innocent, but her curves made it so not…

I knew I wasn’t being rational and that was the problem with Bronwyn: I was never rational, around her. Why is she so different? I’d never been so close to losing control with any of the Russian women I’d fucked. What made it worse was that I knew she wanted me, too. I’d seen it in her eyes and now I could hear it in her breathing.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling. if something was going to happen, it had to come from her. I was a monster. But I wasn’t going to act like one.

This is going to be hell.