Page 29 of Only For Your Touch

“You did that for me,lisichka?” He lowered his head, gently stroked his lips across hers. “Why? You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. And I’ll do it again.” She curled her fingers around the lapels of his coat, fisting the material and dragging him closer. “You can protect me, but I’m protecting you right back.”

“Only you,lisichka.” Sasha pressed his mouth to hers in a hard kiss. “There’s only you for me.”

“Prove it,” she murmured against his lips.

“Anything. Just ask.”

“Well…” She grinned. “There’s a broom closet down the hall…”

“Come on.” He backed up, grabbed her hand, and was dragging her down the hall before she could finish her sentence.

She laughed, running to keep up with his long stride.

Life, wherever it would take them and for however long, would never be boring with her Russian.

And she couldn’t wait.