“I feel like everyone in here knows exactly what I just did.”
“I’m the only one who knows you just came all over my leg.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“It was fucking sexy as hell,zolotse.” I give her ass another squeeze and slowly slide my thigh along her sensitive skin. “You can use me anytime you want, baby.”
She smiles and brings her hands to my waist, pulling me closer before sliding one hand down to my other thigh where my hard cock is straining against my pants. I groan and fist her hair tighter in warning.
“I’m not fucking coming on the dance floor, baby,” I say with a grin.
Her sexy smile turns teasing. “I just did.”
“That’s not the same thing, and you damn well know it.” I laugh and smack her ass. “Behave yourself.”
She leans closer and gives my bottom lip a soft bite that has my cock swelling even more. “I don’t want to. Get me out of here, Vasya.”
I look down at the heated look in my wife’s eyes and growl out a “Let’s go,” that has her whole face lighting up as I lead her off the floor. We say a quick goodbye to her friends before I give the bartender more than enough money to cover whatever other drinks they want and tell him to keep the rest as a tip. By the time we get out of the club, I’m having serious doubts that we’ll even make it home. Hell, I’ll be surprised if I make it a mile down the damn road before I pull over and slide into her.
Chapter 13
Nina
The next day Vasily tells me to put on a bikini and then has me hop on his back. I laugh as he gives me a piggyback ride down to the beach. Instead of the usual overcast sky, the sun is out in full force, warming my skin and making me squint my eyes even with my sunglasses on.
“I hope you have sunscreen in that bag you’re carrying. Otherwise, I’m going to be as red as a tomato in a few minutes.”
He smiles and sets me down so he can spread out a large towel and dig through the bag before holding up a bottle. When I reach for it, he pulls it back and laughs. “You’re going to deny me this pleasure?”
I don’t argue, because anything that gets Vasily’s hands on me is a good thing. I keep waiting for his attraction to me to die down, but every day it just gets stronger. I’m still confused by it. I know he could have anyone, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why in the hell he chose me. I don’t waste time dwelling on it, though, not when his hands are rubbing sunscreen onto every inch of my body.
Finally, I laugh and say, “I think I’m fully covered.”
“Skin cancer is nothing to take chances with,” he says, sliding his hand under my bikini bottoms so he can cover my ass cheeks.
“You know that skin is covered by my suit, right?”
“Like I said,zolotse, it’s nothing to take chances with.”
“You’re right.” I take the bottle from him. “My turn.”
I take my time, savoring the feel of my husband’s hard body beneath my hands until the heat I’m feeling has nothing to do with the sun. He sees the look on my face and laughs.
“I think someone needs to cool off.”
Before I can say anything, he picks me up and carries me into the water. We spend the entire day switching between laying on the beach and splashing around in the water, only coming up to the house when Vasily insists the snacks he brought down aren’t enough and I need to eat more. He really doesn’t like me skipping meals. I rest my feet in his lap while we eat supper on the veranda and watch the sun set.
When Ilya and Andrei come out to join us, Vasily growls something in Russian and wraps a beach towel around my shoulders so I’m mostly covered. I lift a brow at him but don’t argue. He kisses my forehead and speaks low enough so only I can hear.
“No way in hell am I going to sit by and let my men see you with your nipples straining against the tiny bikini top you’re wearing,zolotse. That’s for my eyes only.”
My breath hitches at his words and the possessive, feral look he’s giving me. With a wink, he leans back in his chair again and rests his hands back on my legs while the guys sit down with their own plates.
I say hi to Andrei and then turn to Ilya with a grin. Pointing my fork at him, I say, “I ran into some friends last night.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Uh-huh, a couple of friends who were very interested to know if Vasya had any brothers.”
