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relationship. Living with you was so intense, so passionate. I enjoyed every moment of it because I got to share my life with you. Now I’m back with you and it scares the hell of me to know the truth.”
    “What truth would that be, dorogoya ?”
    “Being with you is even better than I remembered, and I underestimated how damn sexy you are,” she muttered against his throat.
    He couldn’t help but laugh at how disgruntled she sounded. “This is bad?”
    “No, not really. Just annoying because I’m helpless to resist you.” She sighed, then snuggled closer, curving into him in a way that had him closing his eyes so he could savor this moment. “No more talking. I really need to sleep.”
    The soft scent of her perfume filled him as her breath warmed his skin. She gave him a little hip wiggle followed by a soft sigh, and soon settled down. She wrapped her arms around his biceps, drawing him closer until he was practically on top of her. Once he was positioned to her liking, she slowly softened beneath him, her exhausted body falling into a deep sleep.
    For a long time Alex stayed awake, planning, plotting, and savoring the joy of his wife cradled safely in his arms.

 

Chapter 3
     
     
    A loud pounding on the door roused Jessica from a deep sleep and a man grunted next to her. She turned then buried her face against the warmth of his wide back, cuddling into a body she knew as well as her own. With a smile, she placed a kiss on the smooth skin over his spine, the smile growing bigger when he groaned and stretched as she continued to rain kisses on him. Disbelief raced through her that he was really here in bed with her, but before she could decide if she wanted to ride him until he was speaking in tongues, or have him pound her into the mattress, a knock on the door again interrupted her.
    Alex grabbed her hand that was on his ribs and pulled it closer so she was holding him as he shouted out in Russian, “Unless the world is burning down, fuck off.”
    There was a few seconds of silence, then the knocking came again.
    Jessica and Alex both rolled out of bed on a sharp indrawn breaths then grabbed some clothing. She quickly dug through her luggage, absently wondering why it looked like someone had put a huge hole in the dry wall, then donned her gray stretch pants and a black silk t-shirt that partially slid off one shoulder. Not even bothering to put on a bra, she shoved her arms through the shirt while attempting to follow Alex to the door. Clad in only a pair of black trousers that hung low on his heavily muscled hips and lower abdominals, he turned and faced her, his body broad enough to completely block the door.
    She bounced off his chest, totally not ready for him to stop her. Before she could lose her footing, he caught her gently. “Jessica, stay here.”
    “What?” She frowned as someone took a heavy fist to the door. “No, I want to know what’s going on.”
    “No, you stay here. We do not know who is there, what is intention.”
    “Alex—”
    With a gentle move, he set her away from him, deeper into the room. “Please, for me. Stay safe. Trust me.”
    There was a fine tremor going through his large frame that made her bite her tongue, then nod stiffly. “I’m trying.”
    His eyes tightened with pain and she wanted to apologize, to take the words back, but he was already shutting the door.
    When she pressed her ear to the wood and the crack around the frame, she couldn’t hear anything and sighed. Damn well-built homes with their solid wood doors. Nervous energy filled her as her mind raced through all the awful things that could have happened. There was no such thing as a worst case scenario anymore; her overactive imagination liked to outdo itself with terrible images of death and destruction. By the time Alex returned, on the phone with someone, she was pacing the large room in an effort to work off some of the adrenaline spiking through her blood.
    She searched his face as soon as he