I wait.
I stroke my cock to the image of her reading my note and pressing those panties to her perfect mouth.
Make your move, Juliet.
Because I’m running out of patience.
And I’m SO fucking good at what I do when patience breaks.
Chapter Sixteen
Vitaly
The bakery feels too small for what I want tonight. Even perfect can’t hold this much hope.
I’ve arranged the tables out of the way. One center of the room. Low lights.
It’s set. Serving dishes on the nearest table. Olivier salad, fresh black bread and I’ll end with heart shaped zefir.
One more check.
I smooth my jacket.
Straighten the rose and sunflower again, needing something to touch before she walks in and I forget how to use my hands.
The gift sits beside her plate.
Delicate gold hearts and diamonds to wrap her wrist. Hold her when I can’t be there.
She steps inside and everything stops.
She’s wearing a pink dress again. One that clings like it knows secrets about her body I’m still discovering.
My pulse goes nuclear.
I have to lock my knees or I’ll cross this room on them.
The charm between her breasts glints. Those heels make her look breakable in the way that destroys men.
I drag my gaze upward. It snags on her curves.
“Kroshka,” I manage, voice thicker than it should be.
She bites her lip. “It’s not fair when you call me that.”
I know what my words do to her. Don’t mean to take advantage but I love watching the effect.
She moves in that timid way, puts a hand on waist and arches up pressing the sweetest kiss to my jaw. “You dressed up,” she says, fingers brushing my lapel. “For me.”
Her fingers brush my chest, and every muscle south of my belt tightens so fast it hurts. I catch her wrist, gentle, always gentle, but my thumb finds her pulse.
She sees me in a way that makes old parts of me wake up. Parts that forgot they existed. “You always dress for me.”
Her grip tightens at my waist. Like she wants more and is too shy. Am I reading wrong? Can’t be. She touches me every time we’re near.
Her eyes catch on the table. “What is this?”
“More of home. You wanted to taste more of me.” That was loaded.
