Disclaimer

I do not own Vampire Academy. Richelle Mead own's it. Though I do wish Dimitri was mine.

Chapter 1

"Russian Vodka" I said to the bartender after crossing through the glass-panelled front doors. The bartender looked at me questioningly but got me my order. I was about to drink it when someone spoke.

"That's some strong stuff you got there."

I turned. Three stools down was a guy with shoulder –length brown hair, tied back in a short ponytail, dark brown eyes and was wearing a duster.

"Yeah. I take this all the time."

"Really? Most people can't take Russian Vodka. Only Russians can." He said moving three stools up, next to me. He had a nice hand with long fingers. I noticed that he to had Russian Vodka. Then it hit me. He was a Russian hottie.

"So you from Russia?"

"Yeah" He replied.

We were talking for a few minutes when he put his hand on my knee.

"I'm Dimitri, by the way"

"Rose" I replied. The longer we talked, Dimitri's eyes got even more brown. I wanted to ask if he had a girlfriend.

"So, where's your girlfried?"

He looked confused. "What girlfriend?"

"Surely someone as hot as you would have a girlfriend."

He laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you but I don't have one. How about you?"

"Nah, don't have one." Just as the words left my mouth, he pulled me closer and kissed me. I was shocked at first but I relaxed and started kissing him back. When we broke apart for air, he said "Do you fancy going somewhere else?" "Sure."

He paid for both of us and we left the bar. He took me to his car. It was a blue Honda Civic.

"So how about my place? It's quite near." I nodded. I guessed that we reached there later than we should have because we couldn't stop kissing each other. We sat on his couch when we reached his house. His eyes were so dark and deep that I wanted to dive right in. we were closing in on a kiss when his phone rang. He went to the kitchen and answered the call. I went into one of the rooms. I guess it was Dimitri's. I was looking at his room when I felt Dimitri behind me. He reached out and gripped my wrists. Releasing my wrists, he moved his hands up my arms, sliding slowly along my skin. Holding me in his dark, hungry gaze, he pulled me to him, pressing me right up to his body.

One of his hands moved up the back of my neck, twining his fingers in my hair and tipping my face up to his. He brought his lips down, barely brushing them against mine.

Swallowing, I asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're beautiful."

"Beautiful?"

"You're so beautiful it hurts me."

His lips moved to mine, gentle at first, and then hard and hungry. His kiss consumed me. His hands on my arms slid down, down my hips, down to the edge of my dress. He gathered up the fabric in his hands and began pushing it up my legs. I melted into that touch, into his kiss and the way it burned against my mouth. His hands kept sliding up and up, until he'd pulled the dress over my head and tossed it on the floor.

And then he took me to the bed.

I'd never been completely naked around a guy before. It scared the hell out of me even though it excited me too. Lying on the covers, we clung to each other and kept kissing and kissing and kissing and kissing and kissing. His hands and lips took possession of my body, and every touch was like fire on my skin.

While the physical stuff felt great, I also liked being just closed to him. I liked the way he looked at me, like I was the sexiest, most wonderful thing in the world. I liked the way he would say my name in Russian, murmured like a prayer: Roza, Roza…

The burning in his eyes told me he wanted to do a lot more than we were, but he took things slow, maybe because he knew I was nervous. His pants stayed on. At one point, I shifted so that I hovered over him, my hair hanging around him. He started playing with my hair.

He rolled me off him and moved on top of me again. The kissing picked up once more, harder this time. More urgent. Oh God, I thought. I'm finally going to do it. This it. I can feel it.

He must have seen the decision in my eyes. Well let's just say everything after that was hot and heavy.