Then he lifted the popcorn from her arms, turned her face to his, and kissed her.
Deeply.
She felt a low moan rise in the back of her throat and jerked upright. “Kyril, we’re at the movies!”
“We’re in a private theater. Nobody else is here. I’ve given instructions that we’re not to be disturbed,” he murmured into her ear, and she melted at the smooth, deep sound of his voice. “Let me in.”
His hands worked their way down between her legs, lifting her dress, and he kissed her again as his fingers met her slick folds.
She moaned into his mouth, spreading her legs to give him easier access. Despite all her frustrations, this felt like heaven. A dirty, delicious heaven. Kyril swept the pads of his fingers across her clit, then dove deeper, pressing two fingers into her.
Hannah bit her lip as her muscles clenched around those fingers. He was an expert, twisting them inside of her in ways that made her shake and shudder against the seat. He pressed his thumb neatly against her clit and that—that alone—was enough to send her careening into an intense burst of pleasure. The slurp as he withdrew his fingers from her body almost distracted her from his smug smile. Almost.
Knowing she could bring him equal satisfaction, she slid out of her chair and sank to her knees in front of him. "Hannah, what are you doing?"
"Returning the favor."
She reached for his belt buckle, then the button and zipper of his pants. It didn’t take much urging to get him to raise his hips enough to push his trousers and briefs out of her way. Even from this position, she felt powerful as she pulled his cock free. Pushing his legs farther apart, she gripped his erection and slowly wrapped her lips around the crown. To her delight, he groaned and sank one hand into her hair, holding her still before releasing the pressure enough that she could sink down his shaft as far as she could go without gagging before coming back up. What started out slow and languid quickly sped up as Kyril controlled her head movements, forcing her to move her head faster and faster.
His legs quivered, and she knew he was close. Kyril tugged at her hair. “Baby, you don’t have to—“ A groan swallowed his words as she increased the pressure of her mouth. He pulsed his release, and she swallowed down every drop before smugly licking her lips.
Hannah missed most of that movie.
14
“I brought you something.”
Hannah looked up from her book and beamed at him from behind her huge sunglasses. She looked lovely, in a red-and-white polka dotted swimsuit with a boat neckline and cap sleeves, out at the royal pool by the gardens. He’d insisted that she take a day off from wedding planning and had a hushed discussion with his mother and sister.
“Give her some choices.” Daya had looked concerned. “Anything. Small things. Just…bring her in with the planning.”
“We will, Kyril, but there’s not much leeway—”
He’d groaned out loud. “I know.” Then he’d embraced his mother and gone off to find a different solution. He’d been wracking his brain all through his morning workout, pushing himself to the limit. It was Kyril’s way of staying in top shape in case he ever needed to defend his loved ones, but it wasn’t helping.
Until he passed by one of the guest bedrooms five minutes later.
That was it.
“What did you bring me?” Hannah started to turn toward him.
“Stay where you are.” He loved the line of her belly under the swimsuit and the way she’d pulled back her hair underneath the wide sunhat she wore. There could never be too much protection from the sun. Speaking of the sun, Kyril ached to sweep her up in his arms and take her to a dark bedroom, right this moment.
If he didn’t have six meetings scheduled after this…
“I brought you these.” Kyril tipped the stack of ten magazines he carried into Hannah’s hands.
“What’s this?”
“Baby magazines,” he said. “Well…magazines with nursery items.”
Hannah laughed. “For me?”
“For you and the baby.” He took a seat next to her on the pool chair. “I thought you’d enjoy planning the nursery. There’s not much to be done about the wedding, but this can be all yours.”
Hannah set all of them but one on the table next to her chair and opened it with a certain reverence. The glossy pages gleamed in the sunlight. “Oh, I love this,” she said softly, her fingertip running over a photo of gauzy curtains printed with little flowers. “It would be gorgeous.”
“For a girl,” Kyril pointed out.