Uncle Aleksei Series

Chapter19

He likes me in the white nightie. He just doesn’t want me in it right this second.

See, I didn’t get the dress code memo. Nor have I ever had to follow a dress code.

Aleksei and I spend most of our time at home, since my father’s business dealings put my life in danger. So I don’t go beyond casual very often. Heck, I’m usually in yoga pants or a bathing suit, while Aleksei lives in his signature overcoat. Maybe I should have realized a wedding meant putting on a dress, but hey, this is taking place in our living room. As soon as the priest leaves, I have a feeling we’re heading back to bed, anyway. At least I hope so. Ever since I woke up to find him devouring me with hot, gray eyes, my body has been humming. Wanting him.

Did I wear it thanks to some subconscious wishful thinking?

When the priest averts his eyes and Aleksei’s jaw tightens, I look down and notice the hem brushes high on my thighs, just beneath my underwear. Oh boy. It’s even shorter than I realized. “Should I go get a robe, or — ”

“Nyet,” Aleksei says, visibly trying to keep his cool. “We do this now.”

Electricity straightens my spine. Aleksei has always been high – handed with me, but I was a child. Not his soon – to – be wife. Tomorrow is orientation at college and I’m going to be there. That’s the war I’m prepared to fight. But apparently there are going to be several little battles along the way to making him a fair husband. To that end, Aleksei dictating every detail of our wedding day really isn’t working for me.

Being indignant toward Aleksei while wanting him this bad?

The combination makes me a powder keg.

I face Aleksei and smile. When he bares his teeth in response, I notice the hard outline of his erection, pushing behind the fly of his trousers. I’m not sure if the priest has noticed, too, or if he’s still scandalized by my paper – thin nightie, but he’s furiously clearing his throat, the Bible trembling in his hand. I can’t take my attention off Aleksei, though, and I grow increasingly wet between my thighs as his gaze slides down to my nipples, stiffening them. After years of trying to tempt Aleksei to no avail, the rush of power is heady. Hot and overwhelming.

“We are here to celebrate the joining of two hearts…” begins the priest. His shaky delivery fades into the background almost immediately, though. I’m pretty sure Aleksei isn’t hearing a single word, either, because he’s running a hand over his open mouth, his chest starting to heave. Violently. And that thick rod behind his zipper is so large and stiff now, his agony is palpable.

So much moisture has gathered between my thighs, it’s soaking the edges of my panties. I can’t stand here for long, this close, without touching him. Nor do I want to. Aleksei planned my veritable abduction, our wedding, thinks he’s going to decide my future. But right now, the control seems to be in my hands. When I’ve had so little throughout my life. I can’t stop myself from embracing it.

Ignoring the hitch in the priest’s voice, I sidle closer to Aleksei. Closer and closer, until I’m cradling his hard – on with my belly. His eyes glitter dangerously as I lift up on my toes, letting me mouth hover beside his ear. “You’re so hot. Have I ever told you that?”

A harsh sound comes from his throat. “If you did, I would recall.”

There’s an ever – so – slight pout to his hard mouth, and oh my God, it makes me so hot. I can fix his pout. I can be what this incredible man needs. I always have been, without knowing it.

“You are. So, so hot.”

He swallows loudly. “I do not mind you thinking so.”

Love him. Love him. “I almost fell down the stairs, your body looks so insanely sexy in that tight shirt,” I whisper. “I’d like to rip it off and lick every one of your tattoos.”

His hands fly to my hips, yanking me closer with a growl. The sudden movement causes the priest to stop talking, but without taking his attention off me, Aleksei rasps at him, “Keep going. Do not stop again until she is my wife.”