Page 62 of Savage Little War

“Fitting,” Dmitri replies as we stop next to the car. When I raise my eyebrow in question, he brushes his fingertips along my cheek. “White for new beginnings. Red for love and passion.”

I hope that us starting a family truly does mean a new beginning for our lives, but we can’t move on from the darkness that we’ve been stuck in for months now. Not yet.

“You know your flower symbolism, Mr. Ivanov.”

Dmitri opens the back door for me, our eyes meeting. “I know a lot of things, Mrs. Ivanov.”

I playfully click my tongue at him. “Not yet.”

Before I can get in the backseat, he grabs my elbow and leans close to me, his lips nearly brushing my ear. “Milaya, you’ve been mine since the moment you stepped into my office.”

A shiver of pleasure races through me.

“Mark, can you please take us back by the penthouse,” I ask. “We have an hour and a half before the florist.”

Mark nods from the front seat as we climb inside the car.

“Any reason for this impromptu visit back home?” Dmitri murmurs to me.

I place my hand on his thigh, my fingertips creeping higher and higher. His curious expression shifts to one of realization, and he knows exactly what I want.

19

Dmitri

Cara is on me the second we step through the door.

Her lips crash into mine as soon as I shut the door, her arms winding around my neck. She kisses me like she needs air, desperate and needy.

She still has no idea what she does to me.

I pick her up by the back of her thighs and carry her over to the couch, setting her down on my lap as our kiss deepens.

We’ve taken it easy since Italy so she could heal.

That time is over.

Cara unbuttons my white dress shirt, lowering her head to kiss my neck and exposed chest.

I draw in a deep breath as I tilt my head back, my fingers gripping her hair. Every touch ignites more heat within me. My body reacts immediately as she moves against me.

Cara shoves my shirt open, her fingertips trailing down my muscles as her lips rejoin mine.

I slide my hands up the back of her shirt, causing the material to ride up as I hold her flush against me. “You taste sweet.”

An amused smile crosses her lips. “I wonder why.”

I’ve eaten more sweets today than I have probably all year, but I’d do anything for her. Sacrifice myself for her. Kill for her. Eat way too much damn cake for her.

Whatever she wants.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, milaya,” I whisper to her as I cup her face, my eyes roaming over her lovely features that caught my attention the day we met.

Cara’s eyes fill with awe as she curls her fingers around my wrists. “I love you.”

The corner of my mouth curls up. “I⁠—”

A loud knock slams against the door.