a/n: Thanks so much for the reviews for the last chapter. I'm sorry for the delay in getting this one up.

FYI—next chapter will be the last installment of this one. I will eventually be following it up with a second story, so I just want to warn you…it will end with a cliffhanger that will be resolved in the sequel.


Just as Christian had informed Rose, Adrian hadn't returned home for Thanksgiving. Dimitri was surprised at the relief he'd felt at that; jealousy was a new emotion for him. He supposed he'd have to get used to it, though. If the looks from the male students in his World Civilization class were any indication, most of them wanted a piece of the girl occupying his heart. She certainly knew how to get the testosterone brewing.

He'd always enjoyed spending time alone and was surprised at how much he'd missed her. She'd been gone for four days over Thanksgiving break and as far as he was concerned, it was four days too many. They'd been spending every night together; he didn't like her not being in the bed next to him. He loved the way she curled against him, pushing him against the edge of the mattress until he was close to tumbling off the bed. Thank God she was back.

He couldn't wait for the semester to end. As soon as she was no longer his student, he was going to take her out for dinner and dancing. He loved dancing with her...spinning her around, pulling her against him so her back was flush with his front. The way she rubbed her ass back and forth against him...teasing him...drove him insane. His hands clenched at the thought while need consumed him. Yes. Four days was definitely too many.

With a predatory grin, he picked up the remote and turned the television off. Rose looked up from her textbook in surprise and yelped as he brushed it carelessly off her lap.

"Hey!" she said as he pulled her against him. "That book was two hundred and eighty five dollars!"

"It can't be as interesting as what I have in mind," he whispered huskily as he found the spot just behind her ear that he knew drove her crazy.

"Biology," she informed him breathlessly.

"Just as I suspected," he replied teasingly. "My lesson has more to do with Anatomy and Physiology."


Rose had spent her Thanksgiving break miserable. Predictably, her parents hadn't bothered to show up or even to call. What was surprising, though, was that she hadn't given it a second thought. All she'd wanted was to get back to Dimitri. It didn't take her long to decide that instead of spending just Christmas with him, she'd be spending her entire winter break with him. There was no point in coming home just to spend time alone.

Though she had to admit, the time alone had done her some good. She'd had a lot of time to think about her feelings for Dimitri. At first, she'd been afraid that maybe it was infatuation, that she wasn't in love with him. But their time apart had been enough to convince her otherwise. Now she just needed to get the courage to put it into words; Dimitri deserved to hear them.


"Half an hour," Dimitri said as he hit a button on his cell phone and put it back on the nightstand.

"Oh, good," Rose replied; her mouth watered at the thought of pizza. "I'm starving."

Dimitri reached for her hand and linked their fingers together. He lifted it to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. "Tomorrow's the last day of the semester," he reminded her. "Do you know what that means?"

Rose grinned up at him. "Christmas break and endless days in bed. Just like this one," she said as she stretched.

Her breasts thrust upward with the action, and Dimitri immediately lowered his head to her chest. She groaned as his teeth pulled teasingly at her nipple before he lifted his head. "It means…" he whispered huskily. "That we can leave this Godforsaken apartment and actually go out somewhere."

"Oh, yes," Rose said appreciatively. "Because I'll no longer be your student." She gasped as he slid two fingers inside of her; her hips leapt up off the mattress.

"Not in the classroom, anyway," he said as he leaned down to rest his forehead on her shoulder. "Always so wet and ready for me, Roza."

"I'm going to be too tired to eat by the time our food gets here," she groaned.

"You like cold pizza," he reminded her.

He was right about that; she grinned as she shoved at his shoulders. "I get to be on top."

He fell freely onto his back and Rose sat up, then threw a leg over his thighs. She hovered over him for a moment; her eyes locked on his as she lowered herself just enough to pull him between her folds. She rocked herself back and forth, tracing her slit with the tip of his dick.

"Roza," he said threateningly.

She threw her head back with a laugh as she sunk down onto him.


Dimitri couldn't help it; he sat up and pulled her against him, burying his face in her neck as he sucked gently at her flesh. She wrapped her arms around him as she rode him, slowly but determinedly; he was surprised when she grunted—a sure sign she was ready to come.

"Let it go, Roza," he whispered as he stroked her hair.

"But you—"

"Are just as close as you are," he said through clenched teeth as he lifted his hips to fill her.

Her hold on him tightened as her body squeezed around his; her breasts crushed against his chest, and he slammed into her one last time before he exploded.


"Oh, good," Rose said a little bit later when the doorbell rang. "I'm starving!"

Dimitri hopped out of bed and tugged his jeans on. "I should hope so," he teased. "I've given you some of my best moves today."

"Yes, you have," she agreed with a saucy grin.

"Fuck, Roza," he said as he pulled his t-shirt on over his head. "Stop looking at me like that or you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Oooh. Here's hoping," she replied, giving him the same smoldering look. He growled before leaning down and grabbing her face, giving her a sound kiss on the lips.

"You just sealed your fate, Roza," he warned.

She admired his backside as he left the room, and once he'd closed the door she collapsed back down onto the mattress with a contented sigh. A grin slowly spread across her face and she bit her lower lip. After the day they'd spent together, Rose decided it was time to tell him the words he'd been waiting to hear. If she didn't, she was likely to burst!

She heard his footsteps approaching and moved up onto her knees, facing the door. Telling him over pizza wasn't the most romantic setting, but she didn't think he'd care. She couldn't stop her stupid grin from widening.

"Dimitri," she said as soon as he opened the door. "I lo—"

She was interrupted when her shirt hit her in the face.

"You should probably know that my mother calls me Dimka," Dimitri announced.

Rose frowned. "Why are you telling me this now?" she asked.

"Because that's who was at the door!" he told her.

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah. Take that surprise and multiply it by ten. That's how I feel," Dimitri said dryly. He leaned over the mattress and tugged at her hand. "Come on. We need to shower."

"Wha—I can't shower with you while your mother is here!" she shrieked.

Dimitri grinned as he quirked a brow at her. "It's your call, Roza," he said with a shrug. "But you smell like you just had sex."

"Dammit!" Rose said as she jumped up off the bed.

This was not going to be a good first impression.