Nikolai pulls back, his irises a hard silver in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows. “Areyou hurt?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine. Really. It’s a miracle I wasn’t thrown from the car, actually.”
“A miracle?” He lifts his brow, his face twisted in an expression I don’t understand. Is he teasing me?
I nod. “I don’t know how it happened. It just did. A miracle.”
I lower my mouth to his neck, kissing along the column of his throat, pressing my lips to his pulse.When the familiar deep rumble of pleasure moves through him, I press a hand to his chest to catch thevibrations.
Then I let that hand slide lower, trailing over the hard muscle of his chest and the flat plane of hisstomach. But when I drive my fingers under the hem of his shirt, I feel the rough edge of a bandage.
Niko
