Page 17 of Demetri
A slim pair of arms wrap around my waist, and Glory's warm breath skirts across my skin as she presses her lips against the back of my neck. "You're tense. I could fix that," she teases, her tone sensual.
Closing my eyes, I suppress the urge to press her body against the windowpane and fuck her until we are drunk on each other. I bring her hand up and softly kiss her palm. "I need to fly back home today."
Glory presses her cheek against my back between my shoulder blades and sighs. "When will you be back?" is the only question she asks. Not why or for how long, and that makes me think. Perhaps she would be willing to come with me.
Before I give it much more thought, I ask, "come with me?"
She laughs softly. "To Russia?" Hinting that she is not taking my invite seriously.
Tugging on Glory's arm, I bring her to stand in front of me. My eyes drop, drinking in the perfection before me before I bring my focus back to her beautiful face. I cup her cheeks in the palms of my hands. "When I leave today, I would like for you to be by my side." I search her eyes. "Say you will come with me."
Glory processes my words. I need for her to understand what it is I do. Who I am, and it is far better to show her my life outside of Montana — away from my life here in the States. As much as I want her in my life for good, I want to be as transparent as I can about my family and what lies below the surface of what she has seen so far. Glory deserves to choose whether she can handle the truth. She deserves to have the right to walk away if she wants.
"Okay. I'll go." She blinks up at me, her eyes falling to my lips before pressing hers to mine, giving me a passion-filled kiss. When we break away, her lips are swollen, and her breaths are heavy.
"Thank you."
"What can I say?" Glory throws her arms around my neck; her fingertips play with the short hairs at the base of my scalp. "I'm in a good mood today." Her eyes twinkle, and her lips lift in a smile.
Fuck, I would give anything always to be the reason she smiles like she is now.
"Go start a shower. I'll join you just as soon as I make arrangements for our departure." Glory steps around me. Turning, I watch her saunter across the bedroom. Once she has disappeared into the bathroom, I retrieve my phone, calling Victor.
"Sir."
"Have the plane fueled and ready. We leave for Russia soon." I go to hang up the phone, but as a thought enters my mind, I speak again. "Glory will be accompanying me on this trip. I want to take her to dinner. Call Nadia. Tell her to have a selection of gowns prepared for my woman to choose from."
"Reservations at The Tavern?"
"Yes."
"I'll make the calls."
"Thank you, Victor."
A couple of hours later,Glory is packed, and the car is pulling onto the tarmac where my private plane is ready to go. Victor climbs out and hands the keys to another man, who will take care of parking the vehicle then retrieves the luggage from the trunk. Opening the door, I climb out. Reaching in, Glory takes hold of my hand and slides across the leather seat. My eyes land on her red high heels, before traveling up her long slim legs as she steps out. After closing the car door, I rest my hand on the small of her back and guide her toward the aircraft.
We climb the steps and enter the main cabin. "You dodged this question before, but what exactly is it that you do to afford all of this luxury you live in?" She runs her fingertips along the Italian leather seat. Sitting her handbag on the floor, she takes her seat.
Victor and Sasha enter the cabin. "I'll inform the pilot we are ready." Victor says before the two of them enter the cockpit, then close the door behind them, leaving Glory and I alone.
Before taking my place next to Glory, I reach down, pull the seatbelt across her lap, and lock the buckle. Her brow is raised when my eyes lift to her face; her look causing me to smirk.
"I'm a grown woman, Demetri. I'm quite capable of doing things for myself." She sasses, and I tighten her restraint a bit more, causing her to suck in a sharp breath.
"Keeping what's mine safe,Krasivaya." I kiss her forehead, then lower myself into my seat and ready myself for takeoff.
Moments later the plane taxis down the runway and we are lifting into the sky. Once in flight, and we can safely move about, I stand and make my way to the other end of the cabin to the minibar. "Would you like something to drink?" Grabbing my liquor of choice, I pour the amber liquid into a glass tumbler.
"This early?" Glory questions me.
"Flying makes me tense," I admit.
"You wouldn't happen to have anything for a mimosa, would you?" she asks.
I put the top back on the glass decanter, placing the whiskey back on the shelf, and grab a bottle of chilled wine from the small wine chiller then look inside the mini fridge, finding orange juice. With her wine glass in one hand and my whiskey in the other, I cross the space between us.
"Thank you." Glory takes the glass I hand her, and I sit in my chair.
