Gianna
Dmitry does not hesitate. One second I am standing there, the next I am swept into his arms like he is afraid I will change my mind just from looking at him.
His chest is solid beneath my cheek, warm, steady, his heartbeat loud in my ear.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask softly, my voice muffled against his skin.
He hums, the sound vibrating through him, and it sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. “You will see.”
He stops in front of a door and shifts his grip, holding me tighter with one arm.
“Can you stay still, baby. I want to open the door.”
I nod against his chest, suddenly aware of how small I feel in his arms. How easy it is for him to carry me like this.
“Good girl.”
The words settle low in my stomach making my body heat in some type of pleasure.
I feel him re
