Natalia
I woke with a smile on my face and the warm sensation of an arm wrapped around my bare midsection. Turning, I met familiar green eyes already open and looking at me.
“Are you in the habit of watching me sleep now?” I teased.
Andrei’s lips twitched. “I only just woke up myself,” he admitted. Beneath the blankets, he took my hand and showed me the evidence of his morning arousal, proof of his recent waking. I grinned, giving his member a light squeeze—to which he groaned deep in his throat—before I sat up.
“As much as I’d love a repeat of last night,” I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing, “I’m supposed to meet David for training soon.”
Andrei sat up behind me. In the mirror, I caught a glimpse of him running his hand through his dark hair. It had grown
