His eyes closed, and his mouth opened a little as he moaned. “We can work through them.” He sounded determined even though his mind was stuck on pleasure. It was ‘adorable’ as he normally called me.
“Mmm-hmm.” I nodded, touching his face.
He leaned into the touch, opening desire-filled eyes.
“This communication and compromise thing may be new to me and a royal pain in my ass,” he murmured, thrusting slowly all the rest of the way in, “but the make-up sex is phenomenal.”
I gasped, chuckling. “What are you going to do when the doc says no more sex, and we’re still arguing?” Because that was more than likely going to happen.
He was still catching his breath, and he huffed, “Vodka.”
I started laughing, and we both groaned. Then there were no more words. No words to describe what it was like having him so deep inside me, sliding so slowly and gently. I was a part of him. Like we were one individual bound together in pleasure and intimacy, our eyes never closing longer than a blink. Caught and tangled and thrust together against all other odds, two people somehow making one perfect unity.
I knew then that I wouldn’t be able to walk away from him. Not because of the sex. Not because it was dangerous. Not because I was pregnant with his children. But, because of the look in his eye as we connected. It was all there. He got me. And he was beginning to fall in love with me. And I was beginning to fall in love with this overbearing, domineering, vain, violent man. We were… a match… somehow, someway… we were that one perfect harmony.
My breath caught as I got it, and Daniil smiled softly…and I remembered what he had said in that bathroom during my pregnancy test—and that’s the beautiful irony of it. He may not have been falling in love with me then, but he had known. All along, he’d known. He may not have liked it at first, with the whole nose-crinkling thing, but he got it a lot faster than I had. His damn experience rearing its ugly—okay, perfect—head again.
“You knew,” I mumbled, even as I shuddered.
He nodded slowly, kissing my lips, breathing against them, “Yes, I knew. But you only needed a little time to figure it out yourself.”
“I’m falling for you,” I whispered.
“And I’m falling for you,” he answered, staring into my eyes. His dark orbs were a looking glass into his soul, showing me every dark place…and every light place.
I didn’t hide myself after that. Not that I was very good at that kind of thing in the first place, but every person holds a piece of themselves back, almost as a safety net. I didn’t right here in this stolen moment for us. I let him see, just as he had gifted me. I knew he saw vulnerability there. And even a little fear of the unknown, everything I tried to mask and hide.
He blinked and held me tighter, kissing me just as softly as he was entering me, and I met each of his caresses with one of my own only for him. Together, with each thrust of his hips or a lift of mine, we eventually came together, our climaxes slow, explosive, and drawn out, a little earth shattering, I think, for both of us since I had never had a man love me so tenderly and thoroughly. I was fairly sure the experience was unique and new to Daniil, as well. Silent for some time afterward, we simply held one another. It was one of those perfect moments that everyone craves. And I memorized every bit of it, never to forget.
After a short nap, and I, ahem, had a ‘little’ lunch, we played basketball with a smidge of coaxing from me. It wasn’t anything hard. We only played HORSE at first, since he was afraid I was going to trip or something. Hell, I had no clue really, but he was worried. So, I kept it simple so he would see I wasn’t going to die right then and there now that we knew we were having triplets.
After he beat me in HORSE.
With a fucking granny shot.
I gently coaxed him into an easy game of one-on-one, using half the court. I didn’t want to do full court, because I sure as hell wasn’t in prime form for that against him. Never would be, but I didn’t let on about it. He played light against me, pretty much playing grabass.
He beat me again. Asshole.
It was relaxing and fun. The simple side of him that just enjoyed life and being fit. I learned that he liked to rub in his wins just as much as I did. I would like to think I took it better. Although, since he fell on his ass laughing at me one point, I wasn’t so positive.
While dinner was being prepared, no one home yet from work, we watched a movie in the living room that was weird as shit. It was Daniil’s favorite from Russia. That gave me a chance for a little catnap. Which I woke up to him laughing—I seriously didn’t get what was so funny with the show when I glanced over—and then rubbed my eyes and snuggled in closer to his chest, going back to sleep.
He whispered my name and nuzzled against my neck.
Mmm. Not really a bad way to wake up.
…and to the smell of meatloaf.God, could it get any better?
I rolled on top of him, not even caring I was still in my grimy shorts and shirt from basketball, or that he was either, and kissed him flat out, running my hands up under his shirt to his hot, hard pecs. He made a surprised sound, grabbing my hips, saying, “Beth… wait…”
“Yes, please wait,” Eva said dryly from my left.
I yelped, my head shooting up in that direction.
The whole damn family standing there, ready to go into the dining room. Including my parents. And Nikki and Beth.
“Oh, Christ.”
