“Krasivaya, moy kotenok,” Boris lifted her hand and brought it to his lips. “Takoye iskusheniye.”
Laney’s heart picked up and her cheeks heated. His words were romantic, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes on his actual thoughts. She felt beautiful. She was wearing black wide legged dress pants with splits up each side from ankle to thigh, making each leg look deceptively like a skirt. They also hid the sheathed daggers, wrapped around her upper thighs, that Boris had given her for their evening out. The black dress shirt was high necked in the front with a chain cuff that wrapped around her neck and plunged in a backless drop to end just above her waist where her gun holster was hidden in the small of her back.
She had decided to wear her hair piled on top of her head to show off the neckline of her new blouse. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to turn her into one of those snooty, high maintenance, society type girlfriends that enjoyed clothes and such. Laney wondered if they also liked weapons as much as she did.
“What did he say?” Jin asked excitedly, weaving in between Laney and Boris until he bent over and scooped the little girl up in his brawny arms.
He was wearing a dark, expensive suit and tie over his muscular frame. It fit him to perfection and, if possible, made him look even more powerful than his usual casual attire of jeans and T-shirts. Laney was reminded sharply of the night of Claudia’s wedding. The night he had first started to crack the ice around her heart. The sight of him holding her fragile daughter high up in his arms made her heart flutter and her knees go a little weak. She was turning into a stereotypical woman with all this attention!
“What do you think I said?” Boris asked Jin, gazing down at her. Both he and Rosa had been teaching her Russian.
“I know what kitten means and you call me and mama kotenok all the time,” Jin announced seriously.
“I do,” he agreed, showing her the tattoo on his wrist with Laney’s name on it. Jin loved that particular tattoo. “Your mama has been my kotenok since the moment I saw her because I wanted to take care of her. Same with you, small one.”
Jin traced the tattoo and snuggled against him. “I think you also called her beautiful, because she is.”
He grinned down at the child in his arms. “Indeed, she is as beautiful as her daughter. I also told her that she is such a temptation.”
Laney gasped and blushed. She glared at him as his heated gaze met hers over the black head of her daughter. He was always honest in his words, no matter who was in the room. She suspected it would always be that way with him. She was far more conservative than him. Yet she wouldn’t change him.
He led her out to the car and opened the back door for her to slide in. She giggled a little when he slid his large frame in beside her and his knees hit the seat in front of him. He growled and lifted her hand to nip at her wrist. “I am too large for most vehicles.”
She nodded and bit back a grin. “And doorways, apartments, container ships…”
“Ninja brat!” he reached out, captured her neck in one large hand and pulled her against his chest. He kissed her hard on the mouth before allowing her to slide back into her seat. He pulled the seatbelt over her breasts and buckled her in while the driver slid into the BMW, greeted his passengers and pulled out of the driveway.
It was early enough in the evening that they had sunlight to clearly see the onion domes of the old churches as they drove into the city from Boris’ country estate. Laney was a perfect tourist, excitedly pointing at appropriate landmarks and asking questions. Boris patiently answered and, when he couldn’t, because he had been away from his birth country for nearly thirteen years, their driver was happy to fill in.
They drove to the Kremlin where they parked and Boris escorted Laney from the vehicle. They walked along the Moskva river and took in the sights. She pointed excitedly at St. Basil’s Cathedral and asked if they could go see it. Boris shook his head, but promised to bring her back when they had more time to explore. She realized quickly that they had an additional escort when four other men arranged themselves nearby the couple without actually intruding on their date.
Laney looked up at Boris with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t think we can take care of ourselves, Godzilla? I will have you know, I am a very dangerous woman.”
He stopped walking and took her by the arms. His deep voice was serious when he said, “You will never leave the property without an escort. You may be as tough as they come, but I will not rest easy unless I know you are taken care of. Always.”
She tilted her head back and nodded. Standing on her toes she wrapped her arms around his neck and said softly, “I trust you to take care of us.”
She felt his chest expand under her arms and his hands shift to engulf her from behind. “It is a start,” he rumbled before picking her up off her feet and capturing her lips in a lingering kiss.
They strolled along the river until the sun started to set and light up the Kremlin with breathtaking colours. Though Laney had travelled in her time as an assassin, she had never before done anything as simple as explore a famous landmark tourist destination. She found it both exhilarating and frustrating at the same time. She wanted to capture the sights with a camera and murder all the other tourists that were standing in her way of seeing everything.
Boris, trailed by their bodyguards, escorted her back to the car and soon they were on their way to the restaurant.
Again, Laney found herself the recipient of a brand-new experience. Though she had eaten in restaurants before, never on a date and never as the sole focus of a handsome, dangerous Russian mobster that looked like he would prefer to be eating her than the steak he was currently consuming.
“Stop looking at me like that!” Laney hissed, choking on her wine and looking nervously around to see if anyone noticed.
No one was looking. Boris had reserved an entire section of the extremely beautiful restaurant just for them. A waiter stood nearby in case they needed anything, but he was staring steadily in another direction.
“Like what?” Boris drawled heavily. He pushed his empty plate away, picked up his own wine glass and sipped the rich, red liquid while watching her pick at her food.
“Like… like…” Laney blushed and looked away from him, unable to describe exactly how his heated gaze made her feel.
He hooked his foot around her chair and jerked it forward against the table. Laney gasped as the arms of the chair caged her in. He sprawled his big body in his chair and leaned indolently, resting his forearm across the arm of her chair. Her fork fell from her fingers, clattering against her plate. Her blue eyes clashed with his dark ones, and she saw that, despite his easy posture, there was nothing relaxed in his gaze.
“Like I want to touch every part of you. Stuff my fingers inside of you, tear your clothes apart and then follow my hands with my tongue. Make you come on my face until you’re ready for my cock. Then hold you over this table and fuck every part of you, until you beg me to stop?” he asked huskily. “Right here, in front of all these people. Claim my woman, show them how she likes to be fucked and then kill them all for watching her come apart underneath me.”
Laney swallowed and struggled to breath. She felt like she was melting, her stomach swirled and begged her to beg him to fuck her exactly the way he just described. Maybe except for the part about killing the restaurant patrons. She didn’t think it was their fault for being forced to watch. He was such a beast!
“Why haven’t you touched me?” she whispered, licking her lips to moisten them. His eyes followed the movement hungrily. “You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks.”
He dropped his hand to her thigh, engulfing her leg and squeezing. “You needed time to recover, kotenok. As you know, I can be a demanding man. I could not risk harming you while you were healing in body as well as spirit.”
She nodded, mesmerized by the depth of feelings she saw in his dark eyes. He slid his broad fingers around to the slit in her pants and explored the silken skin beneath. His fingers grazed the leather sheath, holding the dagger he had given her for their evening out. Tracing it, he slid his thumb higher until he was gliding closer to the lacy edge of her panties.
“I’m healed now,” Laney breathed, pressing her legs together.
The grin he gave her looked almost like a grimace. “Da, I know,” he growled and jerked her leg open beneath the table. Laney tried to snap her legs shut and automatically reach for her other dagger at the same time.
“Do it and I will be forced to make a scene,” he growled.
Laney gasped and looked up. Still no one was looking their way. The way Boris was leaning toward her, it only looked as though they were deep in conversation. She glared at him, but remained still beneath the exploration of his hand. He reached under the table with his other hand, took the slit of her pant leg in his hand and tore, giving himself enough room to maneuver his entire hand into her pants.
Laney gasped and would have jerked away from him, but he held her still with a huge hand on her thigh. He reached into her pants, brushing his tattooed knuckles against the soaked crotch of her lace panties. She bit her lips to keep from moaning out loud and clutched the arms of her chair.
“Blyad, you are so fucking wet right now, kotenok,” he rumbled in a low voice. “What the fuck am I thinking? I want you so fucking bad right now. We should be eating a private meal in my room, not here in a fucking restaurant.”
Laney shot him an evil smirk and titled her hips forward. He deserved any discomfort he was experiencing for messing with her in a restaurant and for tearing her beautiful pants. He moved the elastic edge of her panties to the side and ran the tips of his large fingers down her pussy, starting at her clit, drawing a gasp from her, and finishing with her dripping channel. She moaned as he sank a thick finger into her, filling her up.
Never taking his eyes off of her, he pulled his finger from her, pulled her panties back into place and brought his finger up to his face. Blood rushed to her head as he first inhaled her scent then licked the cream from his finger. She nearly orgasmed and fainted in her chair just from the look on his face.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned and then asked breathlessly, “Can we go home now?”