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The image of his naked body in the shower, the water pouring down his tanned skin, his impressive manhood – they bombard me until my heart is beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings.
I watch his strong hands twist the corkscrew into the cork and how easily he pulls it out.
The tension between us is palpable, my body humming with need.
Feeling nervous, I ask the most random question I can think of, “Why are you wearing a suit? Not that I’m complaining.”
“I like suits. I’m not a jeans and sweater kind of guy.” He presses a kiss to the side of my neck, then murmurs, “The jacket covers my gun.”
Jesus, the word ‘gun’ shouldn’t sound so hot on his lips.
“So you’re wearing a jacket because I’m here?” I turn around in his arms and lift my eyes to his.
At this moment, I feel like my old self – the girl who was never afraid to speak her mind. The woman who went after what she wanted.
Lifting my arms, I push the fabric off his shoulders. “I don’t mind seeing the gun. Take this off, so you look relaxed.”
Nikolai obeys and lays the fabric down on the counter before locking eyes with me again.
You can do this, Abbie. Flirting with Nikolai is safe.
And God, I missed it.
Giving the man of my dreams a seductive look, I say, “The only thing that will make my view better is if you roll up your sleeves.”
Nikolai chuckles as he shakes his head at me, then he gives me my wish. My eyes are glued to his hands and forearms as he pushes the fabric up.
“Much better,” I almost purr, loving the sight of the veins snaking beneath his skin.
Nikolai captures my eyes with his and stares at me for a long moment.
“Why are you staring?” I ask.
“I missed your flirtatious nature.”
I scrunch my nose. “I’m trying to reconnect with my old self.”
His tone is soft and intimate when he says, “I’m proud of you,moya lyubov'.”
I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.
Being honest, I admit, “It’s all because of you.” I lift my hand to his jaw. “Everything feels natural with you.”
His mouth curves into the beautiful smile I love. “That makes me very happy.”
Pulling away from me, he pours two glasses of wine and hands me one. Taking the plate of steaks, he walks toward the open French doors. “Are you joining me outside?”
“Of course.”
Nikolai pauses, then points at my feet. “Take off the heels, baby. I want you to be relaxed.”
I kick them off by the doors and step out onto the veranda where the fire pit is. Taking a seat on a comfortable lounge chair, I watch as he checks whether the grill is ready.
“Tell me more about your life,” he says while he places the steaks on the grill.
“My life is actually quite boring,” I chuckle. “I attended a boarding school. After that, I got locked up for two years for sneaking out of the house. Then I was sent to St. Monarch’s.”
Nikolai flips the steaks before staring at me, anger burning in his eyes. “You were locked up?”
