The Last Dance (9 page)

“Stop it!” Georgina shouted as she picked up his clothes and tried to hand them back to him. “What in the hell are you doing? Get dressed.”

Roman dropped his boxers and then handed those to her as well. “If we were lovers I would be fucking you at least twice a day.”

Georgina shook her head. This was insane. “But we’re not.”

“To the world we are. Should I write this down for you? Which part aren’t you following?”

Georgina glanced down long enough to take in his body again.
My God, the man is beautiful, his broad shoulders, thickly muscled arms, and sculpted abs.
His body was nothing short of perfection. He knew it too. Of course he did. He had a mirror.
Damn it. No.
She would not let herself think of him that way. He was Roman Zakharov, criminal, Mafia boss, oligarch. “Put your clothes back on.”

“I sleep naked. Where is your bedroom?”

“You’re not sleeping here. I don’t have room for you. It is only a one-bedroom apartment.”

“You have had lovers before? You do know how it works. We share a bed. We have done it before. I managed to deal with your snoring. We’ll be fine.”

Roman walked down the hall to her bedroom, leaving her staring after him. Georgina did not snore. Sometimes she talked in her sleep, but she never snored.

* * * *

Her entire flat would fit in his master suite. “Why do you have a child’s bed?” Roman’s face contorted in disgust when he saw the single bed in her room.

The single bed was by design so there was no room for anyone to spend the night. This was her safe place. No one was allowed here. No man had been with her here since Lev. “I never sleep with men in my apartment.
If
we really were lovers, I would spend the night at your apartment.”

Roman pulled back the duvet. “It’s too late to go back to my place. We are sleeping here tonight.” His tone told her he was not to be argued with. Did he ever hear no? No one dared challenge him. If his size and sheer presence were not enough, his reputation would give a person pause before crossing him.

“Fine, take my bed.” Georgina sighed. She took one of the pillows off the bed. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Roman wrapped his large hand around her wrist, preventing her from moving. “No, you will sleep in bed.”

Georgina’s eyes widened. “But…but…you…said…but you—” She took a step back.

“I am not going to rape you, if that is what you are afraid of. I have plenty of willing partners. I don’t need to force you. Now get into bed. It is late. Your knee will not thank you if you try to sleep on the couch.” Annoyance darkened his tone, making his voice impossibly low, like a growl. He even looked like a feral animal when he scowled.

Georgina stared from the small bed to Roman’s naked body—his massive naked body. The mention of numerous willing partners made her nostrils flare. She didn’t care. He could fuck who he liked, as long as it wasn’t her.

He had a point though: her leg would hurt even more in the morning if she slept on the couch, and probably her hips and her back. But they would not both fit in the bed. Roman would only just fit in the bed alone.

As if reading her mind, Roman assured her. “We will fit, not comfortably, but we will fit. Take your clothes off and get in bed.”

Georgina shook her head. “I sleep in pajamas.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed. “Pajamas? Only children sleep in pajamas. Last night you took off your clothes.”

Georgina flushed. “Last night I was trying to have sex with you. Tonight I am trying to pretend you are not here. I only get naked for sex. Russia is too cold to take your clothes off otherwise.”

A broad smile pulled on Roman’s full lips.

Georgina opened her top drawer and took out her red plaid flannel pajamas and two pairs of fluffy socks and a wool hat.

“You sleep with a hat?”

“The apartment is old. Sometimes the heating goes off in the middle of the night. I already have my knee waking me up. I don’t need the cold doing the same.”

“I don’t think you will need the hat tonight.”

“I get cold.” She turned her back to him and stripped off her shirt and quickly put on the fleece top and bottoms.

“You slept naked last night and you weren’t cold.”

“Last night I was drugged. Sadly I am fresh out of tranquilizers.” Georgina rolled her eyes. The situation was ridiculous on every conceivable level.

Georgina went to the bathroom and filled up her glass of water so it would be ready when she needed her next dose of painkillers. She turned off the light and got into her small bed. Roman joined her moments later. The mattress dipped under his heavy weight. He pulled her close against his hard body. She would have protested, but if she wiggled free she would fall out of bed.

His large frame radiated heat. He was right; she would never be cold with him in her bed. She would not need her hat or the two pairs of socks. She tossed them to the hardwood floor.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to concentrate on anything other than the muscular form pressed against her. Minutes passed and then an hour, and she still could not sleep. It was too hot. She had never been hot in Russia. Ever. Not once.

She wiped the sweat from her brow. He would be asleep by now. He had not moved or spoken since they got in bed. Men always fell asleep quickly, even faster if they had come. Not that he had done that recently, at least not with her.

It was too hot. She would never sleep like this. And if she did, she would most likely die of heat exhaustion.

She wiggled free of him just enough to take off her pajama bottoms. Instantly relief flooded her. The crisp sheets were so nice against her naked flesh, cool and soft. Georgina swallowed hard. His naked body was also nice against her. His skin…the hard muscle…coarse hair prickling her… All of it felt good…so masculine.

No, she would not allow that thought. He felt nice, but he was a monster. She would not let herself forget that again. She was still too hot. She noted to herself to never attempt to wear fleece if she was sharing a bed with Roman. The idea of sharing a bed with him again left her breathless. She wanted to hate the idea the way she hated him, but her body betrayed her.

Georgina undid the buttons on her top and then slipped her arms out and let her last remaining item of clothing slip to the floor. They were naked, both of them. They had been last night too. She didn’t have to wish she could remember last night. She was experiencing it now; Roman pressed hard against her, his breath hot in her ear.

He felt so good. She tried to remember if it had felt this way with Lev. Lev was smaller, his frame slighter, more elegant. God, she could not remember. She barely remembered his face now. He had meant so much to her once. That was a lifetime ago.

When was the last time she liked the feel of a man’s arms around her? She let out a stream of air. Too long. It had been too long. She needed to start having sex again just for pleasure. She would do that as soon as she got back to the States. She added that to her list. Her life after ballet could be okay. She could find joy. Maybe.

Tentatively Georgina stroked Roman’s arm, the burned one draped over her. She was fascinated with the texture of his scarred skin; it felt simultaneously smooth and rough, knotted and flat. Mindlessly she traced the intricate patterns. She wanted to see a picture of him before the explosion, to know what he’d looked like whole. She doubted she would find him any more alluring before. Her attraction to him had very little to do with scars; it went beyond that, though she had no idea what it was about him.

What would have happened if she had met Roman under different circumstances? She would have been revolted at first by his reputation and appearance, but that would have evaporated as soon as he touched her.

She sighed. It didn’t matter. They’d met the way they’d met. And she was right to feel revolted, not by his appearance, but by the things he had done. Sadly the revulsion did not temper the attraction.

She wanted him. She disliked him and feared him in equal measure, but she wanted him. If she had not taken the drugged shot last night, she would have had him. He would have fucked her, and she would know again what it felt like to have sex with someone she desired.

Would he have been slow the way he was when he licked her? Her nerves coiled in response to the memory. He was so skilled and gentle, and yet he had completely overpowered her senses. Maybe he would fuck like that too?

Or maybe he would thrust into her, holding nothing back, pounding into her with reckless abandon until they both came hard. She would let him come inside her, she realized, somewhat surprised by herself, but she would. She would want to feel the sensation of him filling her. No one had ever done that before. What was it like? Would she feel it as he came?

Her clit tingled, calling out to be touched. She had only just had an orgasm this morning; she should not want one again so soon. She could go months, a year even, but something had been awakened inside her. A switch had been flipped.

Her nipples hardened into tight points. She rolled one between her fingers. It wasn’t the same as Roman touching her; that was what she really wanted. He would, if she begged. But she wouldn’t, not again.

She could bring herself to climax; she had often enough before. She did not need Roman. Slowly she lowered her hands below the covers. It would only take a few minutes. A few minutes of pleasure; she deserved that. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would have been like to have Roman inside her. She sighed when the tip of her finger found her clit, so swollen, ready. She stroked herself gently, a tiny circle over the small nub. Longing radiated from her core. Rather than easing the need, her strokes heightened it. Faster she rubbed. She felt too empty, needing to be filled, the way Roman would fill her. His cock would fill her completely, stretch her even.

She did not realize she was rubbing against Roman until his cock was hard against her back, long and thick. She sucked in a ragged breath. She wanted to reach round and feel it in her hands. She couldn’t. He was asleep. Even Roman had the willpower not to fuck someone when they were unconscious. She forced her hips to stop rocking against his crotch. Now that she realized she was doing it, there was no excuse.

This was crazy. No. She could not lie beside him and masturbate. Not because she was above it, but because if his hard body was that close, she would need him inside her. She would go sleep on the couch. Yes, her leg would be sore in the morning, but at least she could get some sleep.

Georgina tried to pull away from Roman, but his strong forearm held her in place. She sucked in a sharp breath. Was he awake? No. It had been a reflex.

Georgina lay perfectly still, making sure Roman was asleep. He was. She let go of the breath she was holding.

But then he pulled her harder against him.

There was no space between them. She could feel the solid beat of his heart on her back. His hand found hers and guided it back between her legs. Her cheeks burned. He had been awake the entire time. He knew she was touching herself. Mortification slammed against her, but it faded when Roman guided her fingers slowly over her clit. She licked her lips. Over and over he guided her fingers in small carnal loops. It took all her energy not to moan as the pleasure built in her. She needed more. She was so wet and ready for him. She needed him inside her. Not just anyone, she needed Roman.

Georgina arched her spine and tilted her hips back as far as she could. Please, please, she prayed. Please fuck me. She would beg if she had to.

But she didn’t have to; with a single thrust Roman filled her. Her eyes flew open as her body tried in vain to create space where there was none. For a moment it was too much. He was too big; she was too full. But then he moved and all apprehension faded. The fit was tight, but like a glove she molded perfectly around him, and soon they were moving in unison, Georgina meeting each of his powerful thrusts.

He stroked her clit as he pounded into her, his pace demanding and relentless. There was nothing slow or gentle about it. It was two people fucking and finding their release in each other.

Molten heat rose in her, spreading across her chest and into her cheeks. Her pulse quickened with each powerful thrust. Roman’s hips slapped against her ass ass. To her tender flesh, each thrust felt deeper than the last, reaching places no lover ever had. So big…so deep…stretching her…filling her completely like a missing piece.

Roman’s callused finger circled her clit. His touch, like his hands, was rough. The sensation was almost too much, the lines between pleasure and pain blurred into one. There was no teasing or coaxing her arousal. This morning with his tongue he had gently pushed her to release. This time her orgasm was being torn from her, almost violent in its intensity.

It was too much…his hand…his cock…his hot breath in her ear. She could not hold back.

Georgina moaned as an orgasm tore through her, stronger than this morning because his cock was deep in her. Her body shook as she came. Roman continued to fuck her until he came hot inside her.

She gasped at the intimacy of his semen in her. It was so erotic and intense to be connected to someone without any barrier.

Roman kissed her neck, his cock still hard inside her. “Now we are lovers.”

* * * *

Pain pulled Georgina out of her sleep. She was lying facedown on her belly but not on the bed, on Roman. Her head was nestled in the soft hair of his chest. Her hand was on the flat plane of his stomach. His large hand covered hers. At some point in the night they had swapped spooning for this position. It made more sense; he was far too big for her bed even on his own. His feet hung over the end.

Georgina pushed herself up and reached for the trusty bottle on her bedside table. It was her constant companion. She took two and washed them down with a swig of water.

“Your knee.” Roman’s deep voice pierced the darkness.

“Yeah,” she admitted.

Roman sat up. “Lie down,” he commanded.

Wordlessly she complied. She was exhausted. She needed the next four hours of sleep before her knee woke her for the day. She would never need an alarm clock when she had pain.