All my outfit did was show off my own expanded physique.
“You don’t like it?” he whispered against my temple…while his thumb brushed slowly under my left breast.
“I do. And you know it. You’re handsome and sexy as hell,” I grumbled, swatting at his thumb when it made another pass under my breast, tightening my nipple. “And stop that. You’re going to get me hot and bothered before we go down there.”
Daniil growled low…yeah…and I knew there wasn’t anything stopping him, especially not me, when he leaned down and bit my bottom lip, taking my mouth in a kiss so damn carnal I was left breathless and pressing into him. He hadn’t kissed me like that…well, in forever. We’d been keeping it strictly PG, but, man, I had missed that. He groaned against my mouth, his hands moving to cups my tender breasts, and I moaned right along with him.
He squeezed gently, his mouth taking mine again, and the fireworks went off like normal. His tongue swept over mine, rubbing like I wanted his cock inside me. I groaned, none-to-quietly and stood on tiptoe, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling a burning fire start up low in my belly. When he let one hand fall to my ass, squeezing and pulling me even closer, I felt his erection against my belly, telling me exactly what he would like to be doing, too.
God, he felt so good.
“Ahem,” my mom’s loud, stern voice broke our lips apart. Daniil immediately dropped his groping hands from my boob and ass. “Daniil, what did I tell you about that? If you can’t finish it, then don’t start it.”
“Frankie,” my dad stated—I hadn’t even realized he had come into Daniil’s room. “He knows that. Don’t you, Daniil?”
Daniil cleared his throat, his voice breathless as he stared down at me. “Yes. I do.” He paused, trying to catch his breath. “Now, would you be so kind as to leave our room while we…recuperate.” Yeah, he had a huge hard-on he was keeping firmly pressed against me.
“Mom. Dad. Get out,” I ordered, probably a little too harshly.
But Daniil and I didn’t need their interference.
“Daniil…,” Mom started again.
But Daniil growled a little, and I heard Dad yank her out of the room, into his living room area where I heard dad talking to her about how unwise it was to poke a bear when she had already gotten her point across. Daniil heaved a few breaths in and out and stepped back from me a little stiff…yeah…in more places than one.
“You’re Mom’s right as much as it,” his nose crinkled, “pains me to admit it.”
I wasn’t doing much better than he was, and I sucked in a few steadying breaths. “We just need to keep it at PG. Maybe start doing crossword puzzles or something when we,” my hand moved back and forth between us, “feel the urge.”
Daniil paused, and then he started chuckling and shaking his head. “All that brings to mind is you naked with crossword puzzles under you like a blanket.”
I thought a moment and then snapped my fingers. “We can talk about your dad!”
He paused again, and then nodded, fixing his jacket in swift motions. “That’ll work.”
I chuckled and pulled him out of the bedroom, stating, “Speaking of your dad, did he make it on time for tonight?” His dad had helped with the search for me, but he was supposed to be back here tonight…staying for who knew how the hell long.
Daniil nodded, still a little stiff, and speaking of the devil, his dad walked into Daniil’s private living room with Grigori behind him. They hugged and patted and kissed cheeks, but Grigori’s eyebrows were pinched. His dad patted Daniil’s cheek again, asking, “What’s wrong? You look upset.”
My mom snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough when Dad gave her a look. Daniil looked mildly uncomfortable, and Grigori’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed his dad and then me. His lips started twitching, and he pulled his granddad away from his son, taking him over to the bar, asking Daniil, “Papa, how about a drink?”
“Make it a double,” Daniil muttered.
Grigori chuckled and nodded pouring vodka for his dad and granddad. “Eva’s not downstairs yet.” He glanced at me. “Do you think you can go see what’s taking her so long? People are already arriving, and she’s probably just taking too long getting dressed.” He shook his head. “If I go bother her, she’ll punch me with the way she’s been acting about more brothers on the way.”
I chuckled, nodding. Yeah, Eva had been in a tizzy lately, asking me repeatedly what I thought the babies were. “Sure. I’ll be back in a second.” Plus, it would take Daniil a moment to calm down since his gaze was stuck on my chest. I leaned over whispering, “Think of your dad.”
His nose crinkled, but I felt his gaze follow me all the way out the door, his eyes glued to my ass. It didn’t help me much, so I focused on my role. I needed to get Eva. And if she wasn’t ready yet, Daniil wouldn’t be thrilled. He wanted the whole family together as a united front.
I passed Grigori and Ember’s door. Then Roman’s, and then Kirill and Chloe’s room. Then Artur’s. Eva’s was at the very end, near a hidden staircase and large window. I knocked lightly, but her room was set up much like Daniil’s. Except it was a bit more feminine, done in crèmes and lavender. I opened the door when no one answered and made my way through the living room area.
And stopped dead when I heard a masculine moan from her bedroom.
Uh-oh.
“Oh, God, I’ve missed this,” I heard Eva whimper from said bedroom.
Oh, shit.
