“Then nothing else matters.”
He returned for a much more lingering kiss, his tongue dipping between her lips to taste of her sweetness.
At last pulling back to study her upturned face, he was gratified to discover the color had returned to her cheeks and a glow of excitement in her eyes.
A slow smile curved her lips. “Well, Dimitri Tipova, how does it feel to be a respectable gentleman?”
His hands curved over her hips, tugging her against the stirring muscles of his thighs.
“At the moment it feels astonishingly wonderful.”
“Just so long as you do not become entirely civilized.” She lifted onto the tips of her toes, trailing a path of kisses along his jaw. “I would miss my wicked pirate.”
Desire exploded through him and without giving her the opportunity to come to her senses he was across the room locking the door. Then without pause he returned to sweep her off her feet.
Headed for the nearby sofa, he glanced down at the woman who had stolen the heart of the greatest thief in all of Russia.
“Perhaps I should demonstrate how wicked I can be.”