Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Her jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would have.” He released her breasts and stroked up her arms and over her shoulders to cup her neck between his big hands. She didn’t flinch, didn’t look the least bit worried by the position, and he loved her a little bit right then for it. “Each thrust would have rattled that door, each cry from your mouth would have echoed through the room. Ivan would have known exactly what I was doing to you.”
Keira lifted her chin, pushing her throat more firmly against his palms. “Maybe I should have worn this then.”
“Nyet.” He gave a sharp shake of his head and leaned down. “I like having this view all to myself. I fully intend to savor it through our meal and then have you for dessert.”
“Dmitri.” She placed her hand on his chest, directly over his heart. “I want your cock tonight. I want you every way you’ll give it to me. No freaking out. No bullshit. Just you and me.”
“In every way I’ll give it to you,” Dmitri repeated. His body went hot at the possibilities she laid before him. Last night was hotter than it had any right to be considering they hadn’t finished what they started. To have Keira with no holds barred for the entirety of the night… For the entirety of our lives.
He rocked back on his heels. “Let’s eat. And then I’ll feast.”
She licked her lips. “It’s a deal, then.”
Dmitri followed her to the table, hanging back a few steps to enjoy the way her ass looked beneath the dress. She was still too skinny for her frame, so as soon as she removed the coverings from the food, he motioned to one of the chairs. “Sit. I’ll serve.”
“The gentleman-murderer Dmitri Romanov, serving me dinner? Lucky me.” She grinned and put an extra bit of sway into her step as she moved past him to the chair he’d indicated.
Keira was stunning in nearly every situation, but a playful Keira was something to behold. He hesitated to say anything that could potentially damage her mood and went to work loading up two plates. It was only when he got to the roasted spaghetti that he stopped short. “This is from Blackbird.”
“It is.”
She sounded so pleased with herself, he had to smile in response. “I wasn’t aware they allowed carryout.”
“They don’t.” Her grin widened and she leaned forward and lowered her voice. “But I’ll tell you a secret—all I had to do was drop your name and they bent over backward to give me whatever I asked for.”
“Ah.”
“Indeed. I tipped them absurdly, of course.”
He chuckled. “Of course.” It was so very like her to have put the fear of God in them and then turned around and paid a large tip to reward them for meeting her demands. A good way to earn loyalty. I would wager they won’t hesitate to give her whatever she asks for next time she deals with them.
Dmitri set her plate in front of her and then took his seat. It was only when he settled in that he realized she was staring at him again. “Is something wrong?”
“No… just wondering who this plate is for because there’s no way you think I can eat this much.”
He frowned at the portions. They were large, but it wasn’t as if she had food piled a foot high on the plate. “You lost weight you couldn’t afford to lose while you were going through withdrawal, and you were already too thin to begin with.”
Her eyebrows almost disappeared beneath her side-swept hair. “Are you going to throw me in an oven and eat me after you fatten me up?”
“That’s ridiculous.” He picked up his fork and set it down again, hating that he felt flustered. “You’re putting words in my mouth. Your body is beautiful as it is, and you damn well know it. But if you’re going to be expending calories you need by working out, you need to take more in to make up for the lack.”
“Uh-huh.”
He couldn’t divine anything from her tone except surprise, and it drove him mad. Dmitri picked up his fork again. “I can walk you through certain dietary regimes that help build muscle if that’s something you’re interested in. If it’s not, that’s fine, but you can’t afford to skip meals either way.”
“Would that be why poor Pavel was trying to stuff two sandwiches onto my plate all casually this afternoon?”
He refused to look away. “Possibly.”
Keira managed to hold on to her shocked expression for a full five seconds before she burst out laughing. She had to set down her fork and hold her arm over her stomach to keep from sliding out of her chair, and Dmitri frowned. “I don’t see what’s so amusing.”
“You, Romanov. You are ‘amusing.’” She managed to look at him—and then promptly burst into giggles again. “Oh my God… you as a mother hen… I can’t… it’s too much.”