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the edge of the thin mattress, its creak making her wince. It couldn’t be comfortable.
Her position wasn’t good enough for Mikhail, however. He continued to pull her arm so she had to lean in his direction until she threw out her other hand to brace herself against his six pack. And still she fell. When her body landed, aligned with his on her side, she stopped breathing.
Her cheek lay against his chest, her hand spread on his stomach.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even closer. And then his fingers reached up to thread into her hair while his other hand landed on top of hers on his belly.
It was so intimate. Way too intimate. If she inhaled, his scent would drive her insane. Already her apartment smelled like him. She didn’t think she could stand this level of proximity.
She closed her eyes as she was forced to eventually breathe.
Heaven. In his arms she felt safe. Calm. Secure.
“Better?” he asked.
“Mmm.” She gave a noncommittal sound.
“You don’t sleep enough. You must be exhausted. You spend half of every night pacing.”
He knew that? Lord.
As he began to massage her scalp, she moaned, unable to stop herself. The sound shocked her, and she sucked in a breath and pursed her lips. What were the chances he hadn’t noticed?
His chest jiggled as he laughed. “Relax. You’re so tense.” His hand on top of hers traveled up her arm, drawing goose bumps.
She realized she was only wearing a tight cotton camisole. White. Her legs were covered with light flannel pajama pants, but she hadn’t put anything on over her shirt. And her damn nipples… If he noticed…
His fingers dug into her shoulder and neck. It felt so good.
“Did you used to sleep all night?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.”
“I mean, I’m not the sort who needs many hours of sleep, but I didn’t wake up and wander, either,” she mumbled against his chest.
His warm chest.
His smooth, rock-hard, amazingly muscular chest.
When he tipped his face toward her and nuzzled the top of her head with a long inhale, she almost died. “Your hair always smells amazing. Like coconut and honey.”
He noticed that sort of thing?
“You’re safe, you know. Nothing’s going to happen to you while I’m here.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t help me fall asleep.”
He gasped. “You doubt my abilities,” he teased.
She smiled against his chest. “No, but I can’t convince my mind otherwise. Besides, I’m invading your life. You can’t sleep on my couch forever.” She lifted her chin to set it on his shoulder and face him.
Too close.
Way too close.
But to move away now would be awkward.
“I’m here for as long as you need me. Ivan’s with my sister, and now Sergei and Nikolav are staying at my apartment too. Hell, it’s probably too crowded. You’re doing me a favor.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right. Because this pull-out couch is so comfortable, and you have so much space. Shit, your legs don’t even fit. Your feet hang off the end.” Nothing about the sofa could possibly be comfortable.
He shrugged. “It’s fine. Trust me. I spent over half my life sleeping on worse beds than this one.”
“That may be, but you shouldn’t have to anymore. I wish you would take the bedroom. I don’t mind the couch at all. In fact, I don’t need it open. I could sleep on the cushions.” They’d had this argument ten times.
“And you’d sleep soundly next to the front door while I was in the bedroom?” he teased.
He had her there. Same old argument.
“Why do you do it?” she mumbled.
“Do what?” His hand threaded deeper into her hair, forcing her face closer to his. Another few inches and she could get her wish to taste those luscious lips.
“Stay here. With me,” she whispered. Why was she lying halfway on this man in nothing but a thin, tight camisole? Insanity was taking over.
“Because you don’t want to go to a safe house, and my apartment is crowded?” He smiled through his logic.
She stared at his
Her position wasn’t good enough for Mikhail, however. He continued to pull her arm so she had to lean in his direction until she threw out her other hand to brace herself against his six pack. And still she fell. When her body landed, aligned with his on her side, she stopped breathing.
Her cheek lay against his chest, her hand spread on his stomach.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even closer. And then his fingers reached up to thread into her hair while his other hand landed on top of hers on his belly.
It was so intimate. Way too intimate. If she inhaled, his scent would drive her insane. Already her apartment smelled like him. She didn’t think she could stand this level of proximity.
She closed her eyes as she was forced to eventually breathe.
Heaven. In his arms she felt safe. Calm. Secure.
“Better?” he asked.
“Mmm.” She gave a noncommittal sound.
“You don’t sleep enough. You must be exhausted. You spend half of every night pacing.”
He knew that? Lord.
As he began to massage her scalp, she moaned, unable to stop herself. The sound shocked her, and she sucked in a breath and pursed her lips. What were the chances he hadn’t noticed?
His chest jiggled as he laughed. “Relax. You’re so tense.” His hand on top of hers traveled up her arm, drawing goose bumps.
She realized she was only wearing a tight cotton camisole. White. Her legs were covered with light flannel pajama pants, but she hadn’t put anything on over her shirt. And her damn nipples… If he noticed…
His fingers dug into her shoulder and neck. It felt so good.
“Did you used to sleep all night?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.”
“I mean, I’m not the sort who needs many hours of sleep, but I didn’t wake up and wander, either,” she mumbled against his chest.
His warm chest.
His smooth, rock-hard, amazingly muscular chest.
When he tipped his face toward her and nuzzled the top of her head with a long inhale, she almost died. “Your hair always smells amazing. Like coconut and honey.”
He noticed that sort of thing?
“You’re safe, you know. Nothing’s going to happen to you while I’m here.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t help me fall asleep.”
He gasped. “You doubt my abilities,” he teased.
She smiled against his chest. “No, but I can’t convince my mind otherwise. Besides, I’m invading your life. You can’t sleep on my couch forever.” She lifted her chin to set it on his shoulder and face him.
Too close.
Way too close.
But to move away now would be awkward.
“I’m here for as long as you need me. Ivan’s with my sister, and now Sergei and Nikolav are staying at my apartment too. Hell, it’s probably too crowded. You’re doing me a favor.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right. Because this pull-out couch is so comfortable, and you have so much space. Shit, your legs don’t even fit. Your feet hang off the end.” Nothing about the sofa could possibly be comfortable.
He shrugged. “It’s fine. Trust me. I spent over half my life sleeping on worse beds than this one.”
“That may be, but you shouldn’t have to anymore. I wish you would take the bedroom. I don’t mind the couch at all. In fact, I don’t need it open. I could sleep on the cushions.” They’d had this argument ten times.
“And you’d sleep soundly next to the front door while I was in the bedroom?” he teased.
He had her there. Same old argument.
“Why do you do it?” she mumbled.
“Do what?” His hand threaded deeper into her hair, forcing her face closer to his. Another few inches and she could get her wish to taste those luscious lips.
“Stay here. With me,” she whispered. Why was she lying halfway on this man in nothing but a thin, tight camisole? Insanity was taking over.
“Because you don’t want to go to a safe house, and my apartment is crowded?” He smiled through his logic.
She stared at his
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