He chuckles. “Goodnight, baby.”
And I’m out.
Three
Zakhar
A dull throb in my side wakes me, reminding me I got shot last night. But it was fucking worth it. Because my wife is in my fucking arms. We signed papers by accident, got married in utter chaos while I was hiding from the Sokolov men. But none of that fucking matters. She’s mine, I’m keeping her.
I tighten my hold on her sexy, curvy body, and she sighs in her sleep, burrowing deeper into my chest. Her sweet ass pressed against me, all that softness molding to my hardness. I fucking love the feel of her. I picture her full, heavy tits; that would perfectly fill my big hands…
I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her intoxicating scent. Vanilla and all woman. My hand spans her waist, and I can’t help but squeeze, remembering all that gorgeous dark skin. I want to see all of it. All of her. Spread her naked under me, have her thick thighs wrapped around my hips while I sink into her tight, wet heat…
I’ve never wanted to keep a woman. But this one? Fuck, my wife is fierce, fucking funny; she doesn’t cower in front of me,didn’t lose her shit at the sight of blood.And she’s so fucking hot that when I should’ve been focusing on not getting shot, all I could think about was that smart mouth wrapped around my cock, her full tits in my mouth, her sitting on my face, my dick buried balls deep in all her softness…
The Sokolov situation’s handled for now. My men dealt with the ones who came after me last night. Sent a fucking message they won’t forget. Our Nevada territory’s been disputed for fucking months. Those assholes thought last night was their big move. They thought catching me alone meant they could take me out and claim my operations. They were fucking wrong. But I know the threat’s still real.
But none of that matters right now. All that matters in this moment is my woman, sleeping in my bed. My fucking wife. Snuggled into me, the weight of her ass against my thigh, the soft sound of her breathing. How gorgeous she is, how fucking good she smells.
She just jumped into action and helped me even though I was some random who put her in danger. My girl is so fucking brave. Goddamn perfect.
I think about last night…how she felt against my huge-ass in that tiny photo booth, then later the way she knelt between my legs to check my bandage… I was losing my fucking mind watching her on her knees for me, her full mouth so fucking close to my cock. All I wanted to do was fist her pretty curls, pull my dick out, and slide down her throat.
Then she goes and falls asleep in my arms, trusting me to keep her safe…
I’m not a good man. I do things that would make her run screaming. But I’m fucking keeping what’s mine. This amazing gift fate sent me. For fucking ever.
Nadia stirs against me, her hand resting on my chest, right over my heart. Her sexy body shifts, and I have to fight the urge to roll her under me and take what’s mine right fucking now.
I watch her slowly wake up. Her long, dark lashes flutter against her soft cheeks. She takes a slow breath before fully opening her eyes. Fuck, she’s beautiful. And cute as fuck with her big brown eyes blinking up at me. Her lush lips parted… For a second, she just stares like she forgot where she is. Everything that happened. Then I can tell it all comes back. My wife’s pretty eyes widen, and she pulls back, sitting up. My shirt riding up her glorious thighs, the fabric stretching over her full hips.
“Morning,” I rumble.
She blinks at me, looking unsure about how to handle our situation in the light of day. Swallowing hard before letting out a hesitant, “Hi.”
For a moment, we just stay there, neither of us moving.
Then she runs a hand through her curls and starts talking. “Zak, I need to call my family and work. And… and Leah. And I have a cat at home; I need to check on him.”
I nod. “Okay, baby. Calm down.”
She takes a breath, and I already know what’s coming. “And we need to go to the pol…”
Fuck no. I move fast, grab her, pulling her under me before she can finish that sentence.
I kiss her. Deep, hard. Swallowing what she was about to add. My hand cups the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair, holding her exactly where I want her. And fuck, she tastes good. Sweet. Perfect. All Nadia. All mine.
She makes a small sound at the back of her throat, that’s part moan, part whimper, and it goes straight to my cock.
I break our kiss just long enough to look at her face. Her eyes are wide and dazed. Her lips, swollen from my mouth. Fucking beautiful.
“No police,” I growl.
“But…”
I kiss her again. Slower this time. Tasting every inch of her mouth. Learning her. My tongue slides against hers and she fucking melts into me, her soft body molding to mine. Her hands come up to my chest, feeling me while I lick, suck, and gently bite her lips, her tongue, the inside of her mouth.
When I pull back, she’s breathing hard, staring at me like she doesn’t understand what’s happening.
