“You wouldn’t,” she whispers, her eyes widening in horror.
“Be thankful I’m not a religious person,” I say with a laugh, imagining how impossible it would be for her if I made her push her precious Christmas back a couple weeks to when we celebrate it in Russia. She’d probably explode. “You will have to wait till then to celebrate it with my uncle and the others, though. There’s no taking the Russian out of those guys. It doesn’t matter how long they’ve been in America. Christmas is in January. No exceptions.”
“Do I get to open one early?” she presses, already trying to reach for it.
“You have been a very good girl,” I say with a wink, handing it over to her.
She grabs the box and very carefully starts to open it.
“It’s okay to rip through it, baby,” I say with a laugh, already calculating that at this rate it’s going to take her about three hours to open all her presents tomorrow.
“It just looks so pretty,” she says, “and you worked so hard to wrap them.”
I smile at how sweet she is and watch her pull the rest of the paper off before opening the box and holding the red nightie with the white, fur trim that I bought for her. Her cheeks quickly turn the same deep shade of red just like I knew they would.
“It’s so pretty, Sasha.” She blushes even harder. “But I don’t think I’ll look good in stuff like this.”
I walk over to her and cup her face, wondering how anyone can be so oblivious to how gorgeous they are.
“Put it on,lisichka, and let my cock convince you otherwise.”
I spend the rest of the night convincing her just how good she looks in stuff like that.
Chapter15
Holly
Iwake to the feel of Aleksandr’s strong arms wrapped around me. I’m smiling before I’ve even opened my eyes. My body still feels a bit exhausted after the sex marathon we had last night, but it was totally worth it. When I reach my arms up for a good stretch, he murmurs my name and squeezes me tighter. I catch a glimpse of red lace hanging off the corner of the bed, and I can’t help but be surprised that the nightie withstood last night and is still in one piece. Seeing him after I’d convinced myself that I’d lost him had felt miraculous, and it had produced a hunger in the two of us that took hours satiate. I still feel the need to run my hands over his body and feel his heartbeat against my ear just to remind myself that he really is here.
When I do just that, he lets out a deep chuckle and smooths my hair back from my face. “I’m really here,lisichka. You can stop worrying.”
“Merry Christmas,” I tell him, kissing my way up his chest.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have more presents for you.”
“Seeing you in that lace nightie last night was the best present I’ve ever been given. I don’t need anything except you.”
I smile at his words, wondering how in the hell I got so damn lucky. I give him a quick kiss before jumping up and pulling on his hand.
“Come on, Sasha. I want to see you open your presents.”
He laughs and throws back the covers, exposing his perfect, naked body and making me rethink my plans.
“Too bad,lisichka. You already made your choice. Presents first, then maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you really want.”
I laugh and run into the bathroom to hurry up and brush my teeth and throw on some pajamas so I’m not opening my gifts naked. While Aleksandr makes coffee, I look out the window and clap my hands.
“It must’ve snowed a foot last night!”
He laughs and pours us each a mug, giving mine a generous dose of milk and sugar just like I like it while keeping his black. Once he’s sitting down on the couch, I grab his presents and hold them out to him. He smiles and takes the first package while I kneel in front of him and watch.
“I’ve never seen anyone get so excited to watch another person open a present,” he says with a laugh.
He tears through the wrapping paper and holds up the dark green sweater. “Oh thank God,” he says with another laugh. “I thought for a second it might have dancing snowmen on it or something equally nauseating.”
I laugh and give his arm a soft smack. “You have no idea how close I came to getting you one of those, but I actually wanted you to like and wear the damn thing, so I chose this instead.”