Page 26 of Crimson Tears

“I see your concerns, and I think we need to talk about them before we make our next move. But tonight, I don’t want to think anymore.”

Wrapped up in the fluffy bath towel, she raises her heated gaze to mine.

“What is it that you want to do then,Lisichka?”

She bites her lip seductively as she steps out of the steamy room.

“I want to go to bed with the man I love.”

Her hand slips out from under her towel, a finger tracing down my chest.

“Then I want to make sure neither of us have the energy to think about anything besides…” Her hand cups my steadily growing length over my towel. “This.”

I waste no time, grabbing her by her waist and tossing her over my shoulder. Nessa laughs, and I smack her ass playfully, carrying her through the en suite to the bed and tossing her down between all of the fluffy blankets and pillows she loves so much.

I pause though, wanting to see the look on her face when I show her what I got for her for next week.

“Wait here,” I say, stepping back. I laugh when her eyes narrow on me.

“Wait for what? Boris, what did you buy me?” Suspicion laces her tone.

She pretends she hates it when I spoil her. Rolling my eyes, I walk back into our closet and pull out a dress a designer friend of mine made. I had this vision of Nessa at the ballet, her hand around my arm as she wore a dress that enhanced every feature of hers I love.

Carefully, I drape the lavender silk fabric over my arm. When I make it back to the bedroom, Nessa sits on the edge of the bed, pretending to be pissed at me. But when her gaze locks onto the pale purple fabric, and the twinkle in her eyes comes to life within them, I know I made the right move.

Nessa rises from her position on the bed to walk over and brush her fingers along the buttery silk material. The matching sequins and beads that adorn the neckline sparkle with the movement.

“How?” she breathes in awe.

“I know people,” I say with a shrug.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yes, you are.” Her cheeks instantly blush as she looks up at me. Long lashes and faint freckles that I adore so much it hurts come into view. And I can’t help but kiss her right there.

Nessa kisses me back but slowly separates a second later. She takes the dress from my hands and carefully hangs it in her closet, her eyes tracking every inch of fabric as thoroughly as my eyes trace her skin.

Nessa can make the most normal thing feel intimate. My hands reach for her, bringing her close so I can breathe her in. This woman is my world, and I never want her to forget it.

“Together?” I ask.

She pulls back and holds up her hand so we can tangle our fingers as I lower my forehead to hers.

“Together, always.”

Chapter 8

Sitting on the back porch, I sip my coffee as I watch the sunrise. It is so peaceful out here in the summer. When Boris asked me what I wanted in a home, one of the first things I told him I had always pictured was a huge screened-in porch where I could watch the sunrise.

He, of course, made my dreams come true and more. Not only is the porch large, but there are also all different kinds of furniture placed out here for every mood I could be in. Since we’re in Russia, he had heaters installed along the edge of theporch so in the winter we can still enjoy this special space. He really did think of everything.

When I’m overwhelmed, I want to be comfortable, so I sit in the papasan chair that has a soft cushion surrounding it.

When I’m happy, I like to sit in the rocking chair that sits at the edge of the screen, so I can watch the squirrels and birds milling about in the yard in the mornings. Boris loves to sit there with me and even has a matching chair.

Some days, it makes me feel like we’re an old married couple as we sit here rocking, just enjoying the silence together. I love every second of it.

Today, I’m in an egg-like chair; It gives me a sense of serenity and helps me shut out the world around me. Everything except for the sun and a few trees.

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