Dimitri
I half carried her from the car the moment it slid to a halt. Not bothering to wait for anyone to open the door. I needed to get her inside and out of the dress that was driving me crazy. I had been mad for her for months.
No that wasn’t right. I had been mad for her since the moment I had first seen her.
She was two steps behind me, our arms outstretched between us, when I lost any resemblance of patience. Turning to her in a growl, I swung her up into my arms. She giggled and the sound was like music to my ears. I had waited so long to hear that girly happy sound again.
The fingers of one of her hands, curled into my hair and for a second I let myself enjoy the feeling of her fingers sliding against my skin.
Walking into the white foyer with sure confident strides, I paus
