The rumble of a very familiar deep voice causes my eyes to pop open. Please tell me this is my imagination— No. Nope. It’s definitely real. I’m actually trapped in Kirill’s embrace, my face resting on his neck until I can almost taste his shower gel on my tongue. I realize with horror that this is what I’ve been smelling since I woke up. Our fronts are glued together, and the thing that’s poking my stomach? It’s his erection. Oh, and one more thing. He’s naked.
