Jacob chuckled. “You might not leave again. Ida Jane loves to dance.”
“This I know. Scoot-boot.”
Jacob’s lips twitched. “Boot-scooting.”
I’d happily boot-scoot with her all night long.
* * *
Ida Jane
Maxim pulled me out of the car and into his arms. “I’m sorry I don’t have a fancy hotel room—”
I placed my fingers against his lips. “Stop. I’m more than happy for you to love me in our bed.”
He kissed me. “You shocked the hell out of me—planning our wedding like that. Sneaky.”
Maxim nipped at my lip before sucking the lower one into his mouth and laving it with his tongue.
“As Mama said, I have to have some tricks—”
“No tricks. No omissions. Just truth between us.”
My shoulders stiffened but then I noted his vulnerability, and I melted. “Just us and the truth,” I whispered.
He swallowed hard and rested his forehead against mine. “You know, there are some things about being Russian we should discuss.”
I twined my arms around his neck. It was just like Maxim to decide to have a conversation in the garage. “What’s that?”
“Well, I was born in Russia…and that’s part of me, just like Nadia is part of me. But I’m no longer Russian.” He winked. “My beautiful American bride helped solidify my connection to this, my adopted country. Still, adding some Russian spice to our love play would be fun.”
My body warmed as a flush of desire started at the juncture of my thighs and wended its way to my cheeks. “I like where this is heading...”
He nipped my jaw. “And seeing as how it’s my heritage, if—I meanwhenwe have children…” His fingers flexed possessively on my hips as he trailed his lips from my temple down my cheek to my neck. He licked the pulse pounding there, mumbling pleasured sounds about its speed and erraticism. “I’ll want to teach them the good parts of my history and culture. Like the traditional bridal night.”
“Wh-what?” He always loved my breathiness—told me it made his dick hard. He ground it against my belly, and we both groaned, enjoying the friction.
Not enough. Never enough.
“The traditional Russian bridal night,” he said.
I rose on my tiptoes so I could nip at the lobe of his ear. “You never mentioned anything.”
“It’s where I strip you bare and spend the next hour worshipping you with my mouth.”
My belly did a slow roll as desire sizzled through me. “J-just your mouth?”
He scooped me into his arms, cradling me to his chest as we he carried me out of the garage and through the kitchen.
“Unless you beg me to fill you with my cock.”
“Holy moly,” I whispered. “Maxim.” I groaned the last as he gently sucked the delicate skin where my neck and shoulder met.
“Wemust. It’s tradition.”
“B-but Blade…”
“Will go to his place,” he said. With a huff, Blade trotted over to his thick, downy bed—only the best for our dog. “Guard.”
