Sexy grin. "I can't much longer--I know you're going to want to marry when we go to Nebraska."
Busted. Our first night together, he'd mentioned my wearing "his gold." Who knew I'd first wear it in the form of a wedding ring? I quirked a brow. "Pretty confident I'll be your wife, aren't you?"
He removed his glove to smooth the backs of his fingers over my cheek. "Eto dlya nas neizbezhno, milaya." It's inevitable.
We lay in our bed that night, catching our breath after a round of bone-melting sex. Sevastyan was still softly thrusting, brushing kisses over my face.
I was utterly sated, basking in heavy-lidded bliss as the nearby fire crackled. Outside, snow pelted the windows and winds howled, but all was cozy within.
Tonight, I'd decided that there was nothing better than watching his body move by firelight--and that this man possessed a never-ending bag of carnal tricks.
When he trailed his lips down to my neck, I threaded my fingers through his thick hair, arching to his mouth.
Between kisses, he rasped against my damp skin, "Ya lyublyu tebya." I love you.
A log popped in the fire; I grinned like an idiot.
He tensed when I didn't answer, raising his head with an alarmed expression. "What is it?"
Still grinning, I said, "It's nice to hear those words." I leaned up and kissed the bridge of his nose.
His lips curled. "I can only imagine."
With all my heart, I told him, "Ya lyublyu tebya, Aleks."
"Aleks?" He cupped my face with his rough palms, eyes lively. "Of all the names, this is what you've decided to call me?"
"You don't like it?" I asked, though I could tell he did.
Molten gold. "I like it." Then he leaned down to give me a lover's kiss like no other. . . .
The night I'd met Aleks Sevastyan, I'd wished for someone to snuggle up with through the winter.
I'd never imagined that the winter nights would be this cold--or that the warm arms around me could be so strong.
EPILOGUE
You are cordially invited to celebrate the wedding of Natalie Marie Porter
&
Roman Aleksandr Sevastyan Saturday, the twenty-ninth of December at six o'clock in the evening Fontanelle Manse, Nebraska
R.S.V.P
Name:
Maksimilian Sevastyan
Would be delighted to accept
Must decline with regret
Number of people in party
R.S.V.P
Name:
Dmitri Sevastyan
Would be delighted to accept
Must decline with regret
Number of people in party