Page 23 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“I’m fine. Just… sore.” I smile, and when his jaw tightens, badass macho guilt written all over his ruggedly handsome face, I can’t hold back a small giggle.
“Fuck. I was too rough.”
I cup the side of his face with my hand, rubbing my thumb over his coarse stubble, and look him in the eye, saying softly, “No. You were perfect.” But he still doesn’t look convinced, so I lean and press my mouth to his in a brief but hard kiss. “I’m okay, baby. I promise.”
His blue eyes search my face, and I guess my tired but over-the-moon does the trick, because he nods. Then, climbs out of bed, gloriously naked, completely unbothered, all tall, big, muscular, tattooed, scary hot, Russian mobster with an unusually big dick, and extends a hand to me. I take it, try to stand, and instantly wince. Mikhail scoops me up before I can protest.
“What are you doing?”
His only answer is a grunt. Of course. But I’m not complaining. Because being snuggled into his warmth, feeling the strength of his arms around my back and under my knees, having his musky scent with the lingering touches of his woodsy cologne all over me? Swoon!
He carries me to the bathroom, and sets me down gently to sit on the side of the massive tub. He returns with a warm washcloth and starts cleaning me. Gently, carefully. Between my thighs. Where I’m all sticky with him. With us. His movements are tender. Somehow more intimate than the sex. I don’t know what to do, what to say, what to think, where to look. Especiallysince he’s watching me with his intense blue stare that makes my insides melt.
“You did so good.”
My cheeks burn. “Mikhail…”
He doesn’t let me interrupt, just keeps cleaning me gently, his eyes boring into mine. “Took me so well.”
“Stop.”
“You’re mine, baby. Gonna tell you shit how it is.”
I can’t hold back my smile while he finishes cleaning me up, tosses the cloth aside, then stands and pulls me in his arms.
I relax into his embrace. He kisses the top of my head. “Now let’s get ready. Sofia’s gonna be pissed if we’re late.”
Getting dressed is… an interesting experience. Every movement reminds me of what we did. I pull on fresh panties and leggings, trying not to wince while Mikhail’s watching me from across the room, smirking. Asshole. He’s dressed in another set of dark jeans and t-shirt that perfectly hug his mouthwatering physique.God, how did I bag this ridiculously hot man?!I still glare at him, and of course he grins. And yeah, he’s beyond gorgeous doing it. Ugh.
“Stop staring.”
He crosses the room, all badass swagger, coming to tower over me, and cups my face. And I instinctively lean into the warmth of his rough palm.
A small smile still lingering on his lips, he gravels, “You’re mine, and everyone’s gonna know it.”
My stomach flips. “How… how would they know?”
“Baby, the way you’re walking.” He sweeps his thumb over my lips. “How you can’t stop fidgeting. The way you smell like me.”
“Mikhail!”
He chuckles, then kisses me. Long, deep, wet, thorough. Until I’m nothing but jelly legs, tingles all over, and horny sighs.
Then he pulls back. “Let’s go get our girl.”Our girl.I’m so screwed.
* * *
The drive to Sofia’s school is quiet. Mikhail’s hand is on my thigh the entire time. Heavy. Warm. Claiming.
I keep glancing at him. He looks relaxed, happy. Like he had the best morning of his life. Well, as much as a scary grump’s expression can show, at least.
“Stop overthinking,” he rumbles without looking at me.
“I’m not.” I protest.
He shakes his head, that tiny smile still pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I can hear your brain working overtime.”
I huff. “What am I thinking then?”
