I reach down for the sheets, tugging on them a little too roughly. In a flash, they’re pulled off Georgiy, and he sighs.
“Bane,” he murmurs.
“Sorry about that. I got a little aggressive with the sheets.”
“You should be lying in your own bed.”
“I don’t want to. This is better for me.”
I try to arrange the sheets, but end up making a bit of a tangled mess. They bunch at the end of the bed, and Georgiy ends up lying there without anything to cover him. Which is much better in my opinion. He looks wonderful in those pajamas.
“Umnyashka,” he rumbles, and my heart pitter-patters when he calls me that. I love when he talks Russian. I don’t know what it means, but I know it’s something special.
“Sorry. I know I sometimes get a little overzealous.”
I step out of bed and rearrange the sheets, trying not to touch him if I can help it. But my fingers may skim the fabric covering his chest. I can feel his eyes on me as I move, calculating and curious. He even eyes my cock for a long moment, which means he likes what he sees.
“There. Better?”
“Passable,” he says, and I puff up slightly. Passable is very good in my book.
Crawling in next to him, I pull the sheets carefully over my body and turn to face him.
When he doesn’t acknowledge me, I wiggle a little closer.
“Stop moving,” he says roughly, and I try to stop, but I can’t help myself.
“I can’t. I’m like a moth attracted to the light. Just let me live, Georgiy.”
He huffs and then scoots a little to the right, only for me to follow until I’m almost pressed up against him.
This close, I can smell him, the scent so masculine and potent. I want to lick my way up his body. Not that he’d let me. He never lets me touch. It’s worse than torture.
My nose brushes against his arm, and I burrow in a little further.
“Did I say you could touch?” he asks, always needing to be in control.
“Um, in my head, you did. It was the best response, considering you ignored me for weeks.”
He huffs and then shifts slightly, letting me nuzzle into him.
“Fine. No skin though. Not until I tell you you can.”
“Okay.”
I throw my leg over his and press my hand to his chest.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“If I say no, will you listen?”
“No, probably not.”
“Go on then.”
“Why did you disappear?” I ask. “Why did you ignore me?”
He doesn’t respond, but I can feel the uptick in his heartbeat.
