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I traced the curve of her lower lip and her long eyelashes fluttered. When she opened her eyes, I smiled despite all my inner warnings not to.
“Good morning, krasotka.” My fingers tangled in her hair. “Did you sleep well?”
Her eyes narrowed; she’d caught on to the joke. “Not that you care, but I am sore.”
“We can fix that.”
She scoffed and stretched her hands high above her head. “With more sex, I suppose?”
A chuckle left my lips before I could hold it back. “She can read minds too.”
It took her a second to register that what she was seeing was real. “Should I be afraid?”
“About what?”
She blinked and pointed at my lips. “You are smiling.”
“And that is not normal?”
“For someone normal, it is. But for you?”
“For me?” I replied, happy about the conversation I was having with her.
“You ...” she paused in mid-sentence as if she had suddenly learned something.
Her gaze wandered from her naked, exposed breasts to her belly button and the rest of her body, which disappeared under the comforter. Then her eyes grew as big as saucers. She yanked the comforter up to her cheeks and buried her face under it. Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to avoid eye contact.
“Don't tell me you are embarrassed?” I asked.
“I am lying naked in a bed with you. And … and we did … things last night. Should I not be?”
I raised an eyebrow and with a rough jerk, the comforter slipped from her body. She gasped and grimaced.
“What did you do that for?”
“We are married,” I stated and lowered my head to her neck, and kissed her from her nape to her shoulder. Just like the night before, I felt her body go limp and submit to me. “You belong to me now. There's no need to hide yourself under blankets, or under anything for that matter. Not when you have a body like yours.”
Crimson stained her cheeks.
As I pulled my head away, she looked at me through her hooded eyes, her gaze asking an unspoken question. She wanted to break through the surface and dig deeper to unravel the mystery behind my sudden openness.
But I had no explanation for her because I couldn't explain it myself. I'd summed up the strange feeling in one word—content. I was satisfied with the current state of things and wanted her to be too.
I kicked my legs off the bed, with my back to her. “I'm thinking we should go out for lunch today.”
“Go out for lunch?”
I couldn't see her face, but I could tell by the holes burning into my back that she was staring at me like I was crazy. She had no idea. That suggestion shocked me too. But I didn't want to take it back. I wanted to spend the day with her.
“Yes,” I said, and stood up. I looked straight at her. “It has been a while since …”
Since she has gone out. But I didn't add that part. Her eyes dropped to her lap, and I knew she was wondering about the unfinished sentence. She had been confined to my property; her movements were closely monitored, and she had little privacy.
I thought she deserved a change of scenery. When I realized that she hadn't budged, I decided to play the card I knew she hated the most.
The dictator.
“Get up and get dressed, krasotka. We leave in twenty.”
