Page 81 of Secret Bratva Baby
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Lily falls asleep in the car on the way home. She’s tired from the sun, the running, the laughter and the gorgeous lunch Luka arranged for our picnic.
I lean across my seat, resting my head against Luka’s shoulder.
He wraps his arm around me and holds me, his other hand on the steering wheel.
Everything is beautiful and perfect, and I’m so happy.
“You look a little sun-kissed.” He says, his eyes glancing at me.
“I forgot to put more sunblock on myself after we swam,” I say quietly.
“I’ll rub some aloe vera on your skin after a shower. I feel like I have sand in every part of my body where there shouldn’t be sand.”
I giggle and lift my head off him, giving him the space to drive comfortably.
“Hey, I didn’t say you could move away,” he scolds me, wrapping his hand around my thigh and slowly rubbing up and down my leg.
I thread my fingers through his.
“Thank you for today,” I mutter, looking at the size of his hand in comparison to mine.
With him, I’m the safest I’ve ever felt.
I wish he would speak to me about how he feels.
I could ask him. But then it won’t be a natural choice he’s making. It might be forced. It’s not my job to push him to want me in that way. If he has feelings for me, he will tell me. So, I won’t bring it up. I won’t say anything at all. If it’s meant to be, it will be.
After I’ve tucked Lily into bed, I tiptoe through to Luka’s room.
Lily and I took a shower together so that I could help her wash the sand away. Now she’s sleeping and Luka is waiting for me.
“Hey, beautiful,” he smiles as I walk into his room.
“Hi,” I say, suddenly shy.Stupid heart.
“Come lie down here, I’ve got the cream for that sunburn.”
“It’s not too bad. I’m just glowing a little extra.”
He grabs my arm and tugs me onto the bed. “Stop arguing and let me take care of you,” he growls. “Get these clothes out of the way.”
He’s gentle as he rubs the cream into my skin. His legs are straddling my ass the same way I sat over him when I gave him a massage. This is amazing. So relaxing. No wonder he fell asleep.
“Turn around,” he says, his voice low and husky. I wiggle beneath him, rolling onto my back. My eyes immediately dart to the massive bulge pressing against his sweatpants. My already pulsing heart races even faster.
I reach out and brush my fingers over his cock.
He groans, rocking his hips forward against my touch.
His eyes trace over my breasts, and his gaze is dark with hunger.
I slip my fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his pants, tugging it down. His cock jumps free. It’s massive, with thick veins running over the shaft.
I lick my lips.
“I’ve forgotten how you taste,” I whisper, my eyes sparkling at him.
