When we’re done eating our meal, we thank Chef Brian and Ivan escorts me back to the car. We sit close together, my head resting on Ivan’s shoulder during the drive back to the house outside the city. Ivan places gentle kisses on my head and traces lazy patterns on my shoulder the whole way.
“Do you want to watch a movie together?” I ask him as we walk in the front door.
“Yes. I’ll get things set up,” Ivan says.
I make my way to my room to change into my pajamas, smiling the whole way. I didn’t worry about my safety once the entire day.
Returning downstairs to the living room, I see Ivan has settled on the couch and is waiting for me to join him and pick a movie. Damn, that man and his gray sweatpants. I think he wears them on purpose to torture me.
I’m totally here for it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
IVAN
WITHOUT A DOUBT, I am in love with Emma. The feelings I have for her go beyond what I shared with her the other night. After spending the day with her at the museum and then cooking dinner together, I’m going to mark her as mine forever, in all the ways that I can.
When we got home and were settled into a comfortable silence on the couch, I was perfectly content. I was in my home with my arm around Emma as she snuggled into my side. I couldn’t say what was on the screen in front of us, because I was too busy looking at Emma and the way she smiled. Her laugh made my chest tighten with feelings and words that I keep inside, for now.
Emma looks up at me with her green eyes, and I am done for. I use my thumb and forefinger to lift her chin and bring her lips closer to my own. Covering the remaining distance, I place my lips on hers, kissing her gently.
I pull back so I can see her face, asking with my eyes if that was okay for her. Emma answers by placing her lips on mine and returning the kiss. My hands instinctively cup her face while my fingers thread themselves through her brown hair. I angle her head so I can deepen the kiss, and a small whimper escapes from the back of her throat.
I pull Emma’s body into mine, moving her so she straddles my lap. She gasps as she settles her legs on each side of my hips, her core lining up with my hardening cock, realizing just how much she’s turning me on. My hands graze down her sides and then up under her shirt.
“Your skin is so soft,” I tell her in between kisses. I wonder if it tastes as good as it feels, but I don’t say that out loud.
She continues kissing me, her tongue tangling with mine. The whimpering noises she makes go straight to my cock, and if I don’t do something about it soon, I’ll be coming in my pants like a teenage boy.
“Blyat,” I say, stopping the kiss and removing my hands from under her shirt, grasping her hands together with mine.
“What is it, Ivan?” She’s breathless and looking disappointed that we’ve stopped kissing.
”I need to know if this is what you want,” I tell her, my forehead leaning into hers. “If it’s not what you want, we can stop now. No problems and no questions asked.”
“What if this is what I want?” she asks.
“If it’s what you want, then I will take you upstairs to my bed and make love to you for the rest of the night,” I answer her, standing from the couch and try to put some space between us. I’m too far gone for this woman.
“Ivan…” Emma begins as she rises from the couch and walks towards me. She stands on her tip toes to pull my face down closer to hers. “I want to be with you tonight.”
My dick twitches, and my erection presses even harder against my zipper to the point it’s painful. I give Emma another deeply passionate kiss before picking her up bridal style and carrying her up the stairs to my room.
“Ivan, I can walk on my own,” Emma says with a smile and a giggle when we get to the top of the stairs.
“Nyet,” I tell her as I carry her through my bedroom door and kick it closed behind me.
I carry her over to my king-sized bed and place her gently in the middle. Her legs naturally fall open, and I take it as an invitation to settle myself between her thighs, my erection lining up with her center. I support my weight on my elbows and forearms on either side of her shoulders.
“I have had this moment on repeat in my head since I saw you in the restaurant,” I whisper in her ear before peppering her jawline with kisses.
“No you haven’t,” Emma says as her breath hitches. I reach the curve where her shoulder meets her neck and suck gently.
“You’re right,lyubimaya. I have wanted you since the night I pulled that attacker off you.” My hands move to her shirt, and she helps me remove it.
I can’t help but stop and stare at her for a moment. Her brown hair rests on her shoulders, just covering the straps of her bra. The cups hold the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen.
I kiss Emma gently while reaching behind her to unhook her bra. The straps fall off her shoulders, releasing her breasts from the cups. I wrap my hands around Emma’s upper body, my thumbs grazing the underside of each breast. I want so badly to take one in my mouth and suck her nipples into stiff peaks.
