She nods and keeps looking at the sky above us while I slowly slide into her, groaning at how damn good she feels. The overwhelming sense of coming home always takes me by surprise. When I’m fully seated inside her, I grab onto one of her thighs and hike it up so I can go even deeper. She gasps as I rock her hips up and slowly start to fuck her, igniting all those hidden nerve endings. The wet heat of her pussy surrounds me, gripping me, and already tempting me to let go. I grit my teeth and hold back my own pleasure, wanting to give her another orgasm.
“You’re my whole world, Evie,” I whisper against her cheek. “You’re staring up at the stars, but my whole universe is in my arms. Nothing exists for me without you.” I kiss a line down her jaw. “You are everything to me. Every. Fucking. Thing,” I say, each word punctuated by a hard, deep thrust.
She screams my name so sweetly as my cock slams into her in a relentless rhythm while she tightens around me. Her body urges me to let go, the tremors in her tight little cunt run along my shaft and pull a feral-sounding groan from me as I give in and shoot my seed inside her, filling her up until my balls are empty and my whole body is shuddering from the force of it.
“Fucking hell,” I groan against her neck while I catch my breath.
She laughs and dances her fingers along my back. Her heart races beneath me, and I hold her tighter when I feel a shiver run through her.
I kiss my way to her lips. “I love you,” I whisper, cupping her face and kissing her gently. “I’m sorry you worried.”
“I love you, and it’s okay. It’s hard to be upset about anything after the orgasm you just gave me.”
I laugh and kiss her again. “I’ll remember that.” Rolling on my back, I take her with me so she’s snuggled up against me with her head resting on my chest while her fingers caress my skin. “Vasily wants us to go over there for supper soon. They all want you to meet the kids.”
“Okay. I’m excited to meet your nephews.” She’s quiet while her finger traces the edges of the bear tattoo. “Do you want kids?”
I smile and twirl a strand of her hair around my finger. “I do. I really hope you do too because, baby, I have not been taking it easy on you.”
She laughs and kisses my chest. “I’m glad you haven’t been.” Lifting up, her face turns serious when she looks down at me. “Have you ever gotten anyone pregnant before?”
“No, Evie.” I cup her face, brushing her hair aside so I can see her better. “I’ve never not worn a condom before. You’re the only woman I’ve ever come inside,lapochka.”
“Really?”
“Yes, baby.” I roll her over again and stay on my side. Running a hand down her body, I stop when my palm is flat against her lower stomach. “I can’t fucking wait to see you swollen with our child.”
She laughs like I’m joking, but when my gaze turns darker, she sucks in a quick breath and bites her bottom lip.
“You have no idea how much it turns me on to think of you pregnant with our baby, knowing that I’ve claimed every part of you and the whole goddamn world can see it.”
“I’ll get very big,” she warns.
I grin and drag my fingers up her body to cup one of her breasts, already imagining her body swollen and plump and glowing with her pregnancy. “You better, sweetheart.”
She laughs and pulls me down for a kiss. I lose myself in her again, and by the time I carry her to bed she’s so exhausted she can barely keep her eyes open. Once she’s tucked in, I grab my laptop before joining her, wanting to do a little house hunting before I fall asleep.
Chapter 13
Evie
The next couple of days pass by in a perfect blur of amazing sex, laughter, and zero worries about anything. I feel like I’m on the first vacation I’ve ever been allowed to have, and it’s so perfect that I constantly feel like I need to pinch myself. When I wake up in the morning, my first thought is no longer on my dad and what my chances are of avoiding his fists before work. I don’t fall asleep wishing for a different life, because I’m already living the one I want.
When I step into the kitchen and see a bouquet of pink roses and white calla lilies waiting for me on the counter, I smile and bury my face in them, drinking in the scent and the feel of the velvety petals against my skin. Still grinning like an idiot, I pull back and pick up the note that’s folded beside the vase.
Morning, sweetheart,
I had to run out to do a couple of things, but I’ll be back soon.
I love you, baby.
Valeri
P. S. There’s a box of those godawful frozen pancakes you like so much in the freezer.
I laugh and dig the box of blueberry pancakes out, tossing a package into the microwave. He’s nuts. These things are delicious. When they’re done, I add enough syrup so they’re practically floating on my plate and dig in. I’m just finishing my last bite when I hear the soft ding of the elevator doors. Putting my plate in the sink, I run over to him, laughing when he scoops me up and kisses me. It’s slow and sweet and over way too soon.
He smiles against my lips. “You taste like you just drank a bottle of syrup for breakfast. I may have gotten type 2 diabetes just from that kiss.”
