The slight tremor I feel run through her body mixed with the whimper that’s so soft I almost miss it tells me everything I need to know. Sitka is just as eager for this as I am. She’s not the kind of girl who’s going to be satisfied with a gentle missionary position. For our first time, maybe, but for the long term? No way in hell. My girl wants to be chased, hunted down, and fucked until she’s filthy and sore and barely hanging onto consciousness.
I give the crook of her neck a not-so-gentle bite and then kiss away the sting. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together,besyonok.”
“I can’t wait,” she says, making me grin and smack her ass before grabbing her hand and leading her back upstairs.
Talia is back, sitting on the couch and talking to Ev and Allie when we walk back in to join them.
Allie looks over at Sitka. “I ran back and grabbed your bag so you wouldn’t have to sleep naked.”
She gives me a playful wink when she says it, making me laugh and say, “How thoughtful.”
My tone makes it clear I really wish she hadn’t bothered.
“Lyra taking her nap?” Sitka asks Talia while we both sit down.
“Yeah, she fell right to sleep after filling her tummy,” Talia says. “Easiest way to get her to nap.”
“I know I’m always tired after a big meal,” Ev says. He looks over at us and grins. “You two feeling better?”
Sitka’s face turns a pretty shade of pink while Talia laughs. I pull her onto my lap and kiss her cheek before answering my cousin, who’s looking way too smug at the moment.
“We’re doing much better. Thanks for asking,” I tell him.
“Whatever you do,” Talia says while pointing a finger at us, “don’t forget and pull her into your lap when the others show up. We’re going to need to ease them into this. Misha and Yuri and my Uncle Volodya are going to need some time to get used to this. If they see you with your hands all over Sitka, they’re going to see red. It’ll be impossible to talk calmly with them after that.”
“Agreed,” Ev says. “We need to tread carefully with this.” Looking at me he says, “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to let our family know before you say anything.”
“They’ll fly out,” I say.
Ev shrugs. “I’m not so sure that’s a bad idea.”
“I’ll think about it,” I tell him before pulling Sitka closer, because I don’t want to think about how our families are goingto handle this. I just want to think about her, about us, and everything else can just wait its fucking turn.
Sitka and I get a couple hours to be ourselves, time where I can keep her body tucked in next to mine, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to touch her and kiss her. It doesn’t matter that it’s in front of others and more chaste than I’d like. It’s still a freedom that I know is going to be taken from me, and when Talia gets a text and then looks over at us with a sad expression on her face, I know what’s coming before she’s even uttered a word.
My hold tightens on Sitka as Talia says, “Sorry, guys. Max is on his way with Bran and Dima. Misha and Yuri are right behind them. Aleks went to go grab Yulia. I’m sure Kostya and Tyoma will stop in too. They’ll all be here in about fifteen minutes.”
Every second of that time is spent with Sitka in my lap, and when Lyra starts getting fussy, little annoyed cries coming through the baby monitor, Talia jumps up to get her.
“I’ll help,” Allie quickly says.
“I’ll,” Ev starts to say and hesitates while trying to come up with something before settling on the tried and true, “go study for a few minutes.”
Sitka and I ignore everyone else, and as soon as we’re alone, I cup her face and kiss her while she laces her fingers behind my neck and scoots her body closer.
“It’s getting harder to hide this,” I confess against her soft lips. “I’m honestly not sure I can pull it off.”
Her fingers play with the back of my hair. “You can. We’ll do it together.” She grins, and it’s the kind of smile that puts a spark of mischief in her grey eyes. “Just think of it as foreplay.”
“Everything about you is foreplay,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, that’s me in a nutshell, nothing but pure sex appeal.”
“God, you have no idea how right you are,” I tell her. “The fact that you’re doubting me right now is just proof that I’m failing as your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” The smile playing at her lips is too big for her to hide, and when it spreads across her face, I easily return it before cupping her ass and kneading the cheeks I’ll never be able to get enough of.
“For now,” I say, “until I can call you something more permanent.”
