Page 132 of Betrothed
As soon as the couch was in position, Kirill flopped down. To see him in tennis shoes, jeans, and a tight tee shirt had taken my breath away more than once.
“You had better say this is perfect.” And every growl from his mouth was delicious, creating a need to be alone with him.
“Mmm… Let me think. No. I think the other room is better.” I didn’t have a chance to giggle before he had me in his arms, swinging me around and even dipping me into a deep arch.
“Then you’re getting a spanking,” he whispered so only I could hear.
I dared torment him in front of his boss by sliding my hand down his chest, crawling my fingers to the thick bulge between his legs. “Are you sure about that?”
“Oh, yeah.”
When I squeezed, he moaned and brought me upright. “Well, maybe not.” As soon as he captured my mouth, all the men in the room groaned.
“Time for that beer, gentlemen. Let’s leave the lovebirds alone. Besides, I have date night tonight, so I need to get back.” Hearing the joy in Kazimir’s voice presented a sense of normalcy.
But the kiss brought a sense of sheer need. As Kirill swept his tongue inside, my entire body tingled. As always.
He’d saved my life more than once, becoming my own personal hero.
Given the uncertainty of all the players that had been involved, extra security measures had been installed but everything had been quiet.
Completely… normal.
Maybe there would never be anything truly normal about the life we were building together, but right now, being in his arms and feeling completely safe and happy, I was able to look at the future in a way that allowed me to enjoy living.
With him.
In our house.
And maybe one day with a growing family.
When he pulled our lips apart, he stood where he was, both of us breathing heavily.
“I have a surprise for you,” he finally said.
“Oh, you do, huh?”
“Yes, but only if you promise to be a very good girl.”
“Not a chance.”
He pulled away, shrugging. “Your loss.”
“You beast.”
“I am. Aren’t I?” Even his grin was one that could drive me crazy for the rest of my life.
“Yes, you are. But what’s the surprise?” I batted my eyelashes for good measure.
“Only if you close your eyes.”
“What are you up to?”
“You need to trust me,” he said, offering puppy dog eyes. He’d changed so much, his guard finally falling. Every day he was more like a kid, enjoying life as if he’d never been allowed to before.
And I’d finally learned to let go.
With him and with myself.
