I stuck a pen through the spirals of the notebook and stepped between Kova's spread thighs. He immediately invited me to his lap and I handed him the notebook with a lazy smile. God, I loved how natural we were when no one was around. My heart was so full and content.

With a deep sigh, I inhaled his subtle scent that followed him everywhere. A sophisticated yet highly seductive fragrance that was cozy, warm, and all man. Kova's hand immediately palmed the curve of my hip, his fingers rested on my pelvis. They slid back and forth across my sensitive skin until the tips were under my lacy elastic. I basked in it.

"Any time you have something on your mind, something you want to say but can't, write it down. We'll both write stuff down and swap the notebook back and forth."

Kova glanced down. "This is probably the worst idea you have ever had," he said in a heavy lilt.

I turned toward him, bringing my knee up and resting my ankle on his inner thigh. Kova shifted me closer to him, his fingers pressing into my hips and staying there like it was the most normal thing in the world for us. Our gazes met, he wasn't backing down.

"You can't seem to communicate like a normal person and when you do, you hurt people. Writing it down is the only option for you."

Kova leaned forward. "And what do you think will happen when someone reads it? What if it got into the wrong hands?"

I shrugged and placed a hand on his firm chest. It was obvious how this would work.

"We never mention names. Never write my name and I'll never write yours. Don’t use the words coach and gymnast. No one would know whose it is if lost and found. It's a perfect idea."

"No," he whispered, then transitioned to Russian. Kova shook his head and peeped down at the notebook before giving me an unimpressed look. "I do not like this idea one bit. It is too risky."

"Oh, but your porn videos were a brilliant idea," I said sarcastically, slightly hurt he didn't like my idea. Kova just stared right through me. "Why not?" I scoffed. "You do it with your therapist. Why can't you do it with me?"

This was no different and he knew it. My gut told me he was being difficult because I had cornered him with having to face his feelings for once.

Leaning forward, I rested my arms on his pictorials and shifted until I was straddling his wide thighs. His hands wound up on both my hips, his fingers splaying over the curve of my ass as I lowered myself. I smiled at the easy laid back look in his eyes. I wished he always had that look. Kova arched his neck back onto the cushion and swallowed as he looked down at me. A soft breath rolled off my lips. He was so fucking sexy.

"Please," I asked with huge doe eyes. "For me?"

"It is not the same, and you know it." His voice struggled with consistency. "This is a ludicrous idea, Adrianna."

My smile faltered, but I covered it. Using my index finger, I traced his collarbone with a feather light touch while his open palms dragged up my back. His sensual touch made me feel sexy and I loved that feeling.

Kova budged forward to sit up straighter and I chewed my lip, contemplating another alternative. He whispered under his breath in Russian, then adjusted himself so we were chest to chest. My arms automatically wound around his broad shoulders and I drew him in.

Leaning next to my ear, he said, "I caught the slip in your smile. What is wrong? Tell me what you are thinking about." He cupped my shoulders from behind, his calloused hands kneaded my skin in a sensual massage.

"I would love to get inside your head. It would be insanely sexy to know your deepest, darkest thoughts."

I could only image what he daydreamed about. I was entirely too naive about sex still to think of anything wild the way I was sure he did.

His two-day old stubble rubbed along my cheek as he whispered, "You are already in my head, baby. More than you know." The seductive pull on each word caused goose bumps to trickle down my arms.

I pulled back. "You said baby and not malysh."

Kova gave me a one-sided smirk. His eyes a blaze of fire piercing every inch of my body. It was sexy as hell. I wondered if he had any idea of the power he wielded.

"You like when I speak Russian?" he asked.

I nodded. "I do. I wish you'd speak more to me."

A smile pulled at his face. "Even when you have no idea what I am saying?"

I nodded again. "But why did you switch to baby? See, that's something you could write in the notebook."

"And then what? Am I supposed to pass it to you in the hall after practice?"

Shit. I puckered my lips and gave him the truth with a smile. "I actually hadn't gotten that far yet."

Kova's head rolled back, a light laugh escaped him. "Of course you have not. No, this is definitely not happening." He went to move but I begged him not to get up.

"Please, don't leave yet."

Kova settled and looked directly into my eyes. "I have to get home. Katja was awake when I left. I am sure she is wondering where I am by now. Fuck…" His voice lowered to a whisper as he spoke to himself. A deep sigh groaned in the back of his throat and his hands tightened on me like he didn't want to let go. "I was not expecting to stay so long." Kova stared at my mouth as I licked my lips. I'd give anything to know what he was thinking. Pressing forward, I arched into him until I was an inch away from his mouth. Heart racing, my arms locked behind his neck.

"What did you tell her?"

"That the alarm was triggered at the gym and I had to go."

My brows shot to my hairline. I shook my head, smirking. I wish I knew why I didn't feel bad that he lied to his girlfriend again, but I just didn't care.

"You're so sly."

"The things I do for you."

In the silence that passed between us, Kova switched to his native tongue. His eyes found my mouth once again and never left. I watched while he spoke, his tongue tapping his teeth, his desirable lips closing and opening as words flowed off them suggestively.

"V tihom omute cherty vodyatsya." Our eyes met. "Still waters run deep," he said quietly. His voice was deeper, huskier. "It is a saying in Russia that pretty much translates to the same in English. 'Under calm waters, the devil waits patiently.'" He paused and swallowed hard. He shot a fleeting glance at my mouth then looked into my eyes and said, "I fear nothing good can come from you."

"You want to kiss me. I can feel it," I whispered.

"Beda nikogda ne prihodit odna." I waited, my breath heightening. He was so sexy like this. "Trouble never comes alone. This notebook, kissing you, constantly finding ways where we are isolated from judging eyes, would bring nothing but trouble from the devil." Kova wrapped his arms around my lower back, then moved so his lips were touching mine, and whispered, "YA takoy ublyudkare'. Proklyatyy, yesli ya proklyat, yesli ne budu."

Then, he smashed his lips to mine.

"What did you say?" I asked between our pressed lips.

"I am a bastard."

I chuckled lightly, melting on him. "You are." I loved hearing his accent. It was incredibly erotic when he had a raspy intonation woven in the words.

"Proklyat, yesli ya delayu, ya proklat, yesli ne… Damned if I do, damned if I do not."

I moaned softly as he continued to speak between frenzied kisses. That saying fit both of us perfectly. Kova growled and attacked my mouth like he'd been dying for this moment. I could barely keep up. He nipped at my lips, sucked my tongue, and dug his fingers into me. Like he wanted to climb inside me and live there. The pressure between us was destructive, and the power he elicited caused my hips to undulate on his. I ached for him. He lounged back and pulled me with him, his legs spreading wider so his hips thrust up. The only barrier between us were my thin panties and his mesh shorts. His hardness surged against my sex, I could barely think under his hold.

"I have to go," he said, crushing my pelvis in his grasp. Contradicting himself as always. He pressed my hips into his and groaned. I chuckled. His hands slid lower toward my opening. A carnal sigh rolled off his lips. I almost bit him from the sound of it. My body ignited within and I let go. The way I desired this man was something I couldn't comprehend. It went against everything and nothing I believed in. It would be considered wrong in everyone's eyes, but none of them mattered. I couldn't make sense of it, only that it felt right.

"No, stay a little longer," I pleaded. "Please." I squirmed over him, my body anxious. I needed more, just a little more. Especially after the photos and videos, and the way he rubbed me on him. Just a little longer…

But I also needed him. Deep in my heart, I knew I needed him just to be here. His presence soothed me more than ruffled my feathers.

"I thought you hated me." Kova ground into me at the word hate. Fuck.

My eyes became heavy with desire. "I do hate you. With every bone in my body."

God, I was a mess.

Kova chuckled. "You have a weird way of showing it."

I reached between us and cupped his thick erection. Kova's nostrils flared and he gripped my wrist. "When you show me basically a porno of us, you get me so worked up I can't think straight, it's hard to remember why I hate you. I should be angry over what you did, any sensible person would be, but I can't feel the emotion."

"I knew you would not be mad," he said smugly. "I knew you would like it."

A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. I arched a high brow and he loosened his hold on my wrist. We were on the same page, more than one could fathom. We had nothing and everything in common. It made no sense.

The only thing I was positively certain about was that we were inexplicably wild about each other.

"Calm down, you cocky, arrogant man. I'm sure tomorrow when I can think straight I'll be mad."

Kova shook his head, his eyes were full of happy laughter. He didn't believe my words as much as I didn't.

"What would it take for you not to be mad with me?"

I was sure he expected me to stroke him, but instead, I rubbed myself along his swollen length. With each rush of my hips, I applied pressure to him and he indulged by thrusting forward. His eyes darkened to a suggestive hue that tingled in my belly.

Damn, his eyes. They made me want to unravel every layer of him.

"For something just like that to happen, but while I am coherent," I moaned. The pleasure bloomed inside my veins, a high was on the horizon.

Kova nipped the tender flesh under my lobe. His hands skimmed my lower back and his fingers slid into my panties. His palm covered one cheek and he gripped it tight in his hand and yanked me roughly against him. A little yelp escaped me.

"But it is so much better when you are sleeping… I can do whatever I want to you. The best part? Your body reacts and still wants it even when you are incoherent."

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. I shook my head, surging faster and faster. "You're incorrigible."

His fingers danced illicitly close to my sex. I clenched the fabric of his shirt in my hand and waited anxiously, continuing to rub myself on him.

"Impressive." He drove up with his hips and I sucked in a breath. "A big word for such a young girl." He groaned so deep and guttural that I think he liked the definition of the word and what he was doing to me.

"I am a young girl, and you love it. Admit it," I said breathlessly. Kova growled, but didn't answer. He was a fusion of brooding and passive, someone who was indisputably crossed.

"How can someone like you always seem to know what I like?"

I smiled against his mouth. "I'm attentive."

Two fingers dipped further into my wetness. He caressed me softly, slowly, sliding all around. I arched my back and my hips came up, hoping he'd push inside. I moaned, wanting more.

"This girl wants you to make her come."

Another stroke over my swollen pussy and Kova was pulling his fingers out and sliding them between his lips. I let out a frustrated gasp and reeled back. Kova pulled his fingers out with a pop and smiled from ear to ear. I wish he'd smile more. His whole face changed.

He tapped the side of my outer thigh like he was proud. "Time for me to go, sweet girl."