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“This is your room.” Nikolai lets go of my hand. “I think my mom got everything you need, but let me know if we missed something.”
Lifting a hand to cover my trembling mouth, I walk closer and brush my other hand over the canvasses and tubes of paints.
Jesus. This is a dream come true.
Chapter 29
Nikolai
Seeing the emotions flitting over Abigail’s face, it feels like I performed a miracle.
Suddenly, she turns around and rushes toward me. Slamming into my chest, her palms grip my jaw before her mouth presses against mine.
It’s the second time she’s kissing me, but this time her tongue swipes over my bottom lip. I open and allow her to brush her tongue over mine.
Christ.
Finally tasting her after all this time, my body shudders.
Her arms wrap around my neck as she deepens the kiss, and it takes every ounce of my strength to give her the complete control I promised her.
Abigail kisses the ever-living fuck out of me, our breaths rushing, our teeth nipping, our tongues massaging and tasting.
I grow hard at the speed of light, fisting my hands at my sides so I don’t grab her to me so she can feel how fucking much I want her.
The kiss slows, and she pulls back, her eyes locking with mine. “Have I told you how much I appreciate you?”
Letting out a chuckle, I mutter, “No.”
A beautiful smile spreads over her face, one I haven’t seen in a long time. “You’re a dream come true, Nikolai.”
My gaze softens on her. “Are you happy,moya lyubov'?”
She doesn’t hesitate to nod. “All because of you.”
I brush my knuckles over her cheek. “I’m going to take a shower and unpack.”
“I should probably freshen up, as well.”
Taking hold of her hand and weaving our fingers, I lead her to my bedroom, loving her reaction to my home.
Soon it will be our home.
When we walk into the master bedroom, I free her hand. Picking up her luggage, I carry it to the walk-in closet.
“Don’t worry about my stuff. I’ll live out of the bag,” Abigail says.
I shake my head. “Hell no. Put your clothes with mine.”
I want to see her belongings everywhere. I want to know she’s here.
Leaving her to unpack, I head to the bathroom. There’s no door separating the bathroom from the bedroom, and it’s never been a problem up until today. Not wanting to trigger Abigail by her seeing me naked, I call out, “I’m going to shower, baby.”
“Okay,” she answers.
I strip out of the combat uniform, glad I won’t have to wear it again. I miss my suits.
Opening the faucets, I wait for the water to run warm before I step inside the shower that’s big enough for a group of people.
