Page 18 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
I clear my throat. “She’s… yeah. I like her.” I can’t help adding, “a lot.”
She smiles broadly. “Good. Because I think she likes you too.”
Fuck me. Out of the mouths of six-year-olds.
I drop Sofia off at school. Watch her run inside with her backpack bouncing, turning to wave at me at least five times. Then I sit in the car for a beat. Maya’s at my house. Alone. And I’ve got until three o’clock to do everything I’ve been thinking about for what feels like forever at this point.
I stop at a coffee shop. Get two large coffees. Black with two sugars for her. Grab a bag of pastries, because my girl needs to eat. Then, I’m on my way back. Fast.
The house is quiet when I walk in. I set the coffee and pastries on the kitchen counter, and head straight to her room. The door’s still closed.
I knock once. “Maya.”
Nothing. I push the door open and find her awake. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Her hair’s damp from a shower, and she’s wearing a tank top and shorts. Fuck. Me.
Our eyes meet, and that’s all it takes for me to cross the room.
I stand in front of her, and she tilts her head back to look at me, with her lips parted, big brown eyes, and a small, brave smile on her lips.
“Hi…”
“We got until three.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
I cup her face, feeling her soft skin, her warmth. God, I missed that.
I tilt her chin up.
“Time to finish what we started last night, Milaya.”
“What… what does that mean? You called me that last night.”
I grin, running the pad of my thumb over her velvety skin. “It’s Russian. Means… sweetheart?”
She nods, staring up at me. Her big brown eyes, wide and nervous. But there’s heat there too. A fire, a need, a want that maybe runs as deep as mine.
“Mikhail… about last night…”
I shake my head and pull her to her feet, plastering her front to mine, her soft curves melting into my hard body. Then, I cup the back of her neck and kiss her. Maya instantly melts into me. Her small hands fisting my shirt, a soft moan escaping her throat.
Fuck, I missed this. Missed her mouth. The feel of her. Her taste. The air she fucking breathes. Everything about my girl.And it’s only been a few hours. I’m so fucked. And one billion percent here for it.
I break our kiss, resting my forehead on hers.
“You scared?”
She swallows hard. “A little.”
I smile at her. She smiles back, and that warm, trusting expression on her gorgeous face makes everything in me swell. My heart, my dick, my balls, my very soul.
Without breaking eye-contact, I slide my hands down her sides. Over her hips. Grip her juicy ass and pull her against me.
She gasps when she feels how hard I am.
“Feel that? That’s what you do to me, sweet girl. What you’ve been doing to me from day fucking one.”
“Mikhail…”
