Page 106 of Charmingly Obsessed
Our moans melt into a single sound of shared release as I finally force out the words, telling him never to stop.
And then… I find myself staring up at the ceiling above our enormous, ridiculously comfortable bed. A plain, almost boring rectangle of white. But then it’s replaced by Kolya’s face. His hair is a wild, sexy mess. He looks… desperate. Utterly, completely undone. His lips are swollen, bruised from our kisses.
He’s just as naked as I am. Well, how am I not supposed to giggle at that?
He lets out a long, weary, utterly contented sigh.
“Drink some water, Diana,” he says. “And I’m not asking. I’ll make you do it in a few minutes if you keep being stubborn. Hydration is key.”
“Fine,” I wave a dismissive, boneless hand at him. “Go on, husband. Fetch the glass. Your queen is thirsty.”
But I can move on my own!
I crawl, with what I imagine is a great deal of feline grace, but is probably more like a drunken baby animal, across the vast expanse of the bed. Good Lord, this isn’t a bed. It’s a goddamn airstrip. What kind of miserable, sexless marriages was this thing designed for? Then again… with a little creativity, a little imagination, maybe for very happy ones too.
I pounce on him just as he’s reaching for the carafe of water on the nightstand. His hands, strong and sure, catch my waist.
“You need a pass,” I inform him, my voice very serious, official. “An automated, pre-approved, all-access pass. I can fill out all the necessary paperwork for you. I’m very good at paperwork.”
“What pass?” He raises a questioning eyebrow, his eyes half-closing, as if to avoid seeing… too much of me. Too much of my drunken, naked absurdity.
“To hell, of course.” I tap an admonishing finger against his ridiculously sculpted chest. “If you plan to visit so often, I can certainly help you streamline the paperwork.”
“Oh, you’ll help, alright,” he mutters, saying something else I don’t quite catch. Something that sounds suspiciously like, “You’re the one dragging me there.”
I stroke his broad shoulders, then let my fingers trail down to his chest. He’s like… marble. Warm, living, breathing marble.
“You’re burning up,” I laugh.
“Not nearly as much as you, wife.” He always says “wife” in such a pleasant, satisfying voice. Soft. Possessive. Like a secret that’s finally been let out into the world.
“I barely drank anything, husband,” I remind him primly.
“You really didn’t,” he agrees, his voice laced with an amusement that’s so fond, so tender, it makes my heart ache.
I feel like I should be self-conscious about him staring so intensely at my naked body, at my… flaws. But I’ll think about that later. Right now… he’s already touching me again. Slowly. Deliberately. Stretching time out again, that clever, manipulative thief.
“I hate,” I say suddenly, the words surprising even me, “that everything got so… awkward. Earlier. With the undressing. And, you know… with my chest.” I shift against him, the movement restless, uncomfortable. “Sometimes, I just… I freeze up. I can’t help it.”
“Oh, yes, a pair of perky, sinful breasts with absolutely perfect puffy nipples are a true tragedy, Diana,” he sighs dramatically, covering his eyes with his palm for a moment, before wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “A cross to bear. Especially when a poor, unsuspecting, and very appreciative man finally gets to see them.”
“You don’t get it!” I protest, pushing playfully at his shoulder.
“I doubt that. But I believe you.” He’s serious now, his gaze soft and tender. “In fifteen years, I’m sure you’ll finally explain it all to me in excruciating detail. Now, come here, my beautiful and complicated snijynka.”
Ugh.Snijynka.Snowflake. That nickname.
We roll over in a tangle of limbs and laughter, landing with Kolya looking down at me. But his attention isn’t on me; it’s on a stray curl that has fallen across my face. He twists it around his finger with a small, thoughtful smile.
“I need you to focus, Diana.” His voice becomes serious again, that authoritative CEO tone returning. “Answer me clearly. Where exactly is this ‘there’ you wanted to go back to? The place where I supposedly loved you… ‘for real’?”
“The past,” I whisper, avoiding his intense, searching gaze.
His fingers brush my cheek, light as air. “Diana… what did I do to deserve this lack of trust? Why won’t you explain things to me?” His voice is low, laced with a raw pain that makes my own heart ache. “I love you,snijynka,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek. “Theyouthat’s right here, right now.”
“Maybe I just want to stretch time, too,” I whisper back drunkly.
A shiver runs down my spine as our lips meet again.
