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Out of nowhere, the sun dips behind the clouds and suddenly the wind picks up.
“Damn summer storms,” she says, looking up. “I think we’re going to get some rain. Come on—we can ride it out in the house.”
We hurry back to the picnic spot, and I grab the basket while she gathers the blanket and the bag. Then we hurry up to the house and she unlocks the front door. We get inside just as the first drops start to fall.
“Made it,” she says with a laugh before turning to me with a twinkle in her eyes. “So. What should we do to pass the time?”
I don’t even hesitate. “I have many ideas.”
Then I pull her close and cover her mouth with mine.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Holly
I was mostly kidding when I asked what we should do during the storm, but there’s no doubt what my sexy, Russian husband wants to do.
And I’m all in.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. Our tongues move together eagerly and the hunger I feel is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. The desire goes beyond sex or arousal or orgasms—this is pure, unadulterated need. Like I would combust if I didn’t get to touch him immediately.
“I didn’t think you would ever kiss me again,” I whisper against his mouth. “I was starting to think you didn’t want me.”
“Didn’t want…” He pauses, eyes smoldering as he stares at me. “I have waited so long because I thought it was right. But now I know different. And I will not make this mistake again.” He scoops me into his arms and turns. “Where is bedroom?”
“Upstairs but?—”
He doesn’t let me finish and practically jogs up the stairs with me still in his arms.
“The end of the hallway,” I say breathlessly, holding on tight.
He walks into the primary bedroom and dumps me on the four-poster bed that my grandparents slept in for years. There’s a new mattress and sheets, but this was their room and I can’t explain how right it feels to be here with Viktor.
“I’ve never made love here,” I whisper.
“No?” His eyes meet mine. “Is okay?”
“It’s very okay. I think my grandmother would have liked you.”
He pulls his T-shirt over his head and I do the same.
We don’t even pretend we’re not in a hurry, yanking off all our clothes in what feels like a heartbeat. Then he crawls over me on the bed, holding himself up on his arms as he looks into my face. Heat washes over me. Just looking at him looking at me—it’s equal parts sinful and sexy. Not because we’re doing anything wrong but because of how badly I want him.
“Do you know how many things I want to do to you?” he whispers gruffly.
“Probably the same things I want.” I swallow, licking my lips.
“Mine.” He says the word succinctly as he reaches down to cup my breast.
My nipple hardens immediately and he rubs his thumb back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. His warm breath tickles my lips but he doesn’t kiss me. My head is spinning from how much I want him, and still, he doesn’t rush.
“Mine.” He says the word again, this time letting his hand drift south, cupping my mound.
I’m excited and breathless as I continue watching him watching me.
“Mine.” He says more firmly, squeezing a little harder. “You understand? Mine. All of you—mine.”
“Viktor.” I can’t say anything else.
