Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Where are we going?” He opens the door at the end of the hallway, leading me into his room. It’s massive. Does this condo have two freaking master suites?
“I'm going to look at your knees.” He tosses my bag and book onto his bed. “Sit.” He points. I want to protest but I know by the look on his face that it would do me no good. He’s made up his mind. And if there’s one thing I’ve come to learn about Nikolai, it’s that once he’s set his mind to something, there’s no changing it.
“On the bed?” I squeak out and hate myself immediately. Heat rushes to my cheeks. I’m such a geeky virgin, and that has never been more clear than at this moment. Next, I’ll tell him I’ve never been in a boy's room before. Scratch that. Nikolai might only be eighteen, but he is a man. None of the boys in my school appear to be anything like Nikolai.
"Yeah, on the bed.” He lets go of my wrist and grabs my hips. Nikolai pushes back, forcing me to sit down. My skirt rides up. His eyes drop to my thighs.
Embarrassed at my chubby thighs that have never seen the sun, I push my skirt back down to cover them. Nikolai says something in Russian again, shaking his head before disappearing into his bathroom. He comes back out a moment later with a first-aid kit.
“You don’t have to do this,” I tell him as he drops down to his knees in front of me. He places his hands on the outside of my thighs, making my skirt push back up a few inches. My instincts beg me to pull it back down, but I don’t want to lose his touch. I’m finding that I like it way too much.
“I don’t mind.” His thumbs brush back and forth, causing me to get goosebumps. The silence falls, and Nikolai remains motionless except for the motion of his thumbs. It's the simplest touch, but my body responds to it. My thighs part on their own, and my nipples are growing hard. What the hell? I have to get out of this room before I do something else to embarrass myself more.
“Nikolai?”
“You’re soft,” he says. His eyes are still cast down, I think on my thighs, but it’s hard to believe he’d be staring there.
“I’m pasty.” I don’t know why I feel the need to point this out to him. It’s not like he’s blind.
“Nah, it’s like silky porcelain.” His fingers are the opposite. They’re rough. His touch feels wonderful against my skin.
“I guess it’s the Irish.”
“That why you have freckles too?” His hand moves, his fingers drifting across the top of my thighs. He takes one finger and guides it to one freckle, then to another. There are probably a half dozen that sprinkle across my legs.
“I, ah—” I lick my lips. “Maybe.” My stomach dips. What’s happening here? I can feel my panties start to grow slick. Nikolai suddenly jerks his hands back, maybe remembering it’s me he’s touching and not Becky. Gah, I hate that my mind keeps going there.
He opens up the first-aid kit. “This might burn,” he tells me before brushing the alcohol pad across my knee. It might burn, but I don’t feel it. All I can think about now is the throb that is lingering between my thighs and the fact that Nikolai is on his knees in front of me.
Then he goes and blows on it. I close my eyes tightly. I might be naïve, but I’ve read a ton of dirty books. Everyone thinks I’m always reading some fancy literature from the 17th century. I think it’s the glasses that throw them off.
“Riley.” Nikolai’s hand cups my cheek. My eyes fly open.
“What?”
“Did I hurt you?” I shake my head no. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip, making me suck in a breath. He tilts his head to the side, studying my face. “Then what is it?”
“Nothing.” There is no way in hell I’m admitting to how aroused I am right now.
“I told you, you’re a terrible liar.” His hand drops from my face, going back to my thighs. He slides it up to a few inches under my skirt. “It’s something.”
“It’s not,” I rush to say. “I should go.” When I stand, Nikolai pushes his hands all the way up under my skirt to grab my hips, leaning forward at the same time so that his body forces my legs to spread. It puts my stupid, plain white underwear on full display.
Nikolai glances down. I want to die when I see what I'm sure he sees too. A wet spot is clear as day.
“Are you hurting somewhere else, Riley?”
“Oh my God.” I cover my face with my hands.
“Lie back,” he orders gruffly.