A Debt Owed

Chapter 13

7:30 am

The aroma of freshly made coffee and a faint touch of sandalwood woke me. I squinted through stinging eyes; it felt like I had only just gotten to sleep, enough to see Kirill placing the cup on the night stand. His hair was still damp and his skin gave off the warmth of having just showered. All he was dressed in was a pair of jeans; no underwear I’m guessing as the first few fly buttons were undone exposing the trail of dark hair leading from his belly-button to other wonderful lower things. Making sure my front was covered by firmly tucking the sheet under each arm I sat up. I know it seemed silly since my entire back was left exposed but what can you do. I wasn’t thinking logically at that point.

My hand skimmed his as he released his grip when I hastily reached for the cup. Instantly our eyes met but we didn’t speak. It seemed we were going to have one of those awkward morning-after scenarios where no one was going to talk. Or acknowledge that we had, dare I say mind-blowing, sex the night before or even if it was enjoyable. The baring of his soul when he told me about his family and something of his past not included that is.

He broke the stand off by moving away to retrieve the bathrobe slung over the nearby chair. Buggar this I wasn’t having any part of this silent treatment and I stood tossing the covers from me. Not after all the touching, kissing, licking and sucking we did last night. When he turned back to me I snatched the robe from him not bothering to put it on, he could just very well watch my naked arse as I walked into the bathroom. I have to admit it I was smiling, the look of surprise and lust on his face was just the reaction I was aiming for. I had paid him back enough for the silence.

The water from the shower felt wonderfully cool against my skin, so soothing. Then my eyes flew open at the sound of the door closing. Peeking through the small gap left by the sliding door, which I hadn’t closed properly, I tried to formulate an escape plan incase I needed one. My fingers curled around the shampoo bottle, pathetic really that that was the only thing I had at hand to hit the intruder with. Thankfully it was Kirill, for a moment there I thought his friend Gehrig who had returned. I watched through the frosted glass; he wasn’t moving any closer or leaving, he was just standing there. Before I had time to ask what he wanted his hand was on the shower door sliding it open. I retreated back further into the stall as he stepped in. He was very much naked now. Okay this was developing into a habit, me being in the shower the same time he was. Yet I wasn’t complaining … much.

He didn’t speak as I watched him close the distance between us then sank to his knees. Suddenly his arms were around me and he pulled me to him in a frantic embrace. His stubble tickled my stomach as he rested his cheek there. I didn’t know how to response and for a long while I did nothing. When he didn’t move away, or open his eyes to look up at me, I surrendered to the hug. The cool water still beat down on us as I ran my hands along his slick wet skin; across firm muscular shoulders and down his smooth back returning the tight embrace. I let him support most of my weight with my head resting on top of his. Our breathing began to slow and synchronise as I felt his warm breath skip along my skin.

We stayed intertwined together for what seemed hours when I felt the sweet sensation of his tongue on my skin. It was one sensation I was now quite familiar with. He started licking around the edges of my belly-button; every now and then the tip of his tongue dipping inside forcing a sigh from my lips. Then he began trailing kisses down one hip and thigh before moving on to the other. My knees almost crumpled beneath me when he pressed his lips against the inner most sensitive part of my body. I glanced down finding those dark eyes looking up at me; he was watching my reactions all along to having him touch me that way.

Our gazes were still locked on to each other’s as he began to stand; his hands cradling my arse as he nudged my legs apart easily lifting me with him. I hissed in a sharp breath when our bodies made contact. I wrapped my legs around his hips finding that he was already fully aroused and firm. He pushed our bodies up against the wall entering me with ease. There was no kissing even though I desperately wanted to and I wanted to lick all those droplets of water off his skin. There was no other touching just that one basic body contact. We still watched each other as he started up a rhythm, driving deeper with each thrust. He wasn’t going to waist anymore time with a long and arduous foreplay.

My moan turned to groans then even louder sighs as he didn’t let up the pace. I had never considered myself a screamer during sex but having him moving inside me now provoked that very impulse. The shower luckily drowned out some of the sound. Last night my vocals were hushed by his fervoured kisses. That was not the case this morning. Our frantic breaths mingled together as our mouths opened to let in more air, trapped in a frozen kiss, and the primal lust I saw flooding his eyes only turned me on more. I dug my hands into his shoulders to steady myself; he was shoving me up against the wall so hard that I thought I was going to permanently have the pattern of the tiles embedded on my back.

Crushing his body to mine so much so it felt like we were going to be permanently stuck together his pace quickened. The heat generated by our bodies was instantly cooled by the water when it hit skin. When the release came it did so with a fiery rush as he exploded inside me. I followed shortly after. Breathless I felt him soften and begin to slide out of me but he didn’t totally withdraw still keeping us connected. Surely he wasn’t thinking of going into a second round; I had barely recovered from last night. We never spoke and his eyes never left me as he unwrapped my legs from around him effortlessly easing me down. Then he did the unexpected he kissed me. He kissed me like he didn’t want to let me go. I on the other hand was drowning in his touch and the water that beat down on us. The kiss was all consuming, passionate and full of regret. It was a goodbye kiss. I had had a few of those in my life time and that was what this felt like.

Breaking contact he stepped away from me and swiftly exited leaving me alone to my shower. I moved anyway, even if my legs did protested at having to move, and peeked through the gap in the stall door to watch his naked arse as he walked out. I had no idea what on Earth was going on or what feelings he was forcing me to feel but nothing has been predictable since I met this man.

Securely tying the bathrobe around me I emerging from the bathroom finding Kirill at the table still dressed in the jeans I saw him in when I awoke. He was reassembling the handguns I assumed he had just cleaned. Guess it was back to business. After all that was what I came here for … Business.

“Breakfast will be here soon.” He stated without looking up continuing to check and pack away the weapons.

“Good,” I sat of the bed with my back to him retrieving some clean clothes to wear. I stepped into a pair of panties and jeans pulling them up to my thighs before standing to wiggle into them underneath the bathrobe. It was a developed skill of mine stemming from a need on several occasions to dress hurriedly and in some awkward environments. The bra was always a problem as you couldn’t really get one on without being naked on top. I selected a bra then removed the bathrobe; I could have sworn I all I heard was silence from across the room as I slipped the bra on then the t-shirt. Another little smile played on my lips; it was good to know he didn’t so easily forget.

But that was enough game playing from me we had business to attend to. I sat down in the chair opposite him and he slid a large envelope towards me then resumed packing the guns into the bag. “This is where we are going tonight.”

I pulled out two photos from the envelope; they were of a hotel or apartment building somewhere in the city.

“Luxury apartments in east Berlin. Penthouse suites; all highly guarded with top notch security measures.” He answered my puzzled expression.

The next item I retrieved was an invitation to a cocktail party, the two names on it I didn’t recognise.

“A political candidate is having some kind of fundraiser at a contributor’s penthouse loft belonging to some university maths or computer professor. You and I are going as potential campaign sponsors. Whatever my client needs is at his place and we have to steal it.”

“OK,” I sat back not planning on the assignment being this. “…and the guns they are for?”

“Back up. Just in case we need a guaranteed way out.”

Kirill stood answering the knock at the door leaving me to fathom just what I was getting myself into. I noted that one of the guns was neatly tucked into the back waistband of his jeans. Always on the job.

“What I need is blueprints to the building; can you find them with your computer?” Kirill continued talking as he dismissed room service and wheeled the food trolley in and began to off load it all onto the table. I was still silent. This was the most talking he had done since we met. He sat and poured two cups of coffee sliding one in my direction. “You also need to get something to wear. We have to blend in.”

“Yeah I suppose I can do that.”

He nodded confirmation then gulped down the remainder of his coffee before moving across the room to finish dressing; shirt, shoes and jacket.

“Are you going somewhere? What about breakfast?” I stared up at him.

“I got all this for you.”

I stared at the buffet before me. The eggs, bacon, toast, croissants and selections of jams. “I can’t eat all this. You need to eat as well.”

He almost smiled while he reached down and picked up to croissants. “I have to get some things done.”

“Well then can you pick up some clothes for me at this boutique? I’ll phone in my order now and it should be ready in an hour or so.” I scribbled the address down on a napkin then handed it to him.

“What is it like take away food?”

My, my, my, he was developing a sense of humour. “They know what I like and know that sometimes I’m in a hurry.”

“Don’t forget the blueprints Madison.” He smacked the tip of my nose with the napkin before shoving it into his pocket and promptly left.

I glanced at breakfast; better grab a little something to eat while I’m on the phone and internet, no sense in wasting it.