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“I wouldn’t mind doing that all day,” I said, melting against his chest and letting my whole body relax.
“What a brilliant idea,” he said.
Clamping his strong arms around me, he lifted me up, playfully spanking my bottom as he rose. I locked my legs around his waist as he carried me into the bedroom and we both tumbled onto the bed. This was so much more than just passion. My heart swelled, my body tingled and yearned for more. Laughter burbled from my throat as he rose up to look down at me, and everything I was feeling seemed to be mirrored in his eyes.
He leaned down, his kisses trailing down my belly. “This is serious business,” he said. “I don’t know why you’re laughing.”
I laughed again at his teasing tone, running my fingers through his hair. “How about we stay here like this until Christmas?”
“Little girl, I’d be happy to stay here for the rest of my life,” he said, dipping his tongue into my belly button.
That sounded amazing. Just Dan and me and room service, locked away from the terrible forces that loomed outside, that no matter how much he promised I was safe, were still after me. And were still after his family because of me. But right now, it was only us, and his kisses and his magical touch.
Chapter 39 - Daniil
The sound of Paisley’s laughter was the sweetest music, but I wasn’t joking around when I said I’d happily spend the rest of my life in bed with her. Nothing could touch us when my lips were on her silky skin. Reality was a concept that seemed far away.
What did it matter that I was every bit of a ruthless criminal as the man who had locked her up in a warehouse and tried to kill her? And to get answers about my family, no less. She was so pure and honest, how could she not recoil in horror and disgust when she eventually found out who and what I was?
Would she despise me? Those thoughts crowded around the edges, trying to find a way into our perfect sphere of happiness, but I shoved them away. As long as her fingers tugged at my hair and her soft moans filled my ears, everything was perfect.
Not even the insistent dinging of my phone on the bedside table could drag me away from the sweetness of her thighs.
“What is that?” she asked when the damn phone wouldn’t stop.
“Nothing,” I said, pulling myself up and reaching for it to toss across the room. “It’s about to be broken.”
I caught a glimpse of a long line of messages from various members of my family, either worried or demanding to know what was going on. I had wanted some time to find Paisley on my own, but now my time was up and Anatoli must have told them I went after her. I couldn’t blame him, really. He was being loyal to the family. I was the one on the outside now, with everyonestill believing Paisley had something to do with the attack on the lodge.
I could clear it all up with a few calls, but then I turned back to my woman, her eyes big and concerned.
“Don’t break it,” she said, reaching to slide her hand behind my neck and pull me down for another kiss. “Just turn it off.”
“Done,” I said, claiming her mouth.
God, she was so perfect. Her soft moan made me wild, and I nipped at her lower lip. But then her pliant body grew stiff in my arms and she was shoving away from me.
“Not again,” she groaned, rolling hastily off the bed and racing toward the bathroom.
Another minute later I heard retching over the sound of the running water.
“You’re not fooling me,” I said, pounding on the door. “We’re going to the emergency room.” This time she had locked the door and I rattled the handle until she opened it.
“I’m fine,” she said, looking like she had been dipped in melted wax. “It’s just a virus. It has to run its course, that’s all.”
“They can give you something to make you feel better at least,” I said, frowning as I grabbed the hotel robe and wrapped it around her trembling shoulders. “And I seem to remember you telling me you were an accountant, not a doctor.”
She looked like she might try to argue, but a green cast flushed her cheeks and she shoved me out of the room before she staggered back toward the toilet.
“That sounds like you’re definitely fine,” I called sarcastically.
As soon as she stopped heaving, I went in and picked her up. She made a weak effort to get me to put her down, but I strode purposefully toward the door.
“At least let me get dressed,” she said, full of exasperation despite how pale she was.
I was so worried I forgot she was naked under the robe, and went and found her discarded clothing, wishing I had thought to have the boutique in the lobby send up some new clothes along with the room service. I wasn’t used to caring so much, and I cursed myself for fumbling.
“I’ll have some fresh clothes sent to the hospital,” I said. “You won’t have to wear these ever again.”
