The Russian's Secret Child (The Fedosov Family Series) by Leslie North Read Free Book Online Page A

pleased with his plans. By this time on Saturday, Jasmine would be his wife and Mikhail would officially be his son. He would see to it.

Chapter 11
     
    Misha watched Jasmine as Sergei drove them to his home. Unlike his cousins who had converted an abandoned building downtown into a huge condo for themselves, he preferred the privacy of a single-family home – away from the city.
    He had purchased the house as a present to himself upon turning twenty-five. That had been only a few months before he met Jasmine. He had imagined his children playing in the huge backyard, climbing the large trees and jumping in piles of leaves each fall.
    The dream had been a fanciful one, and one that he’d had little hope of seeing come to fruition, but then he had met Jasmine.
    She had been walking across the university campus, completely lost in her thoughts and had stumbled right into the hostage drill his troops were conducting. Not wanting to scare her any further, he had called a halt to the drill for the day, giving his men the night off.
    Jasmine had been terrified as she looked up to find a rifle pointed at her face. She had dropped her books, sending notes scattering across the ground. Misha had helped her pick up her things and then offered to help her rearrange her notes.
    She had looked up at him and that had been it. His body had responded so quickly to hers, he’d had to hold himself back from grabbing her and finding out if her lips were really as soft as they seemed. When she had opened her mouth to speak, the husky quality of her voice had sealed her fate.
    He had escorted her back to her campus housing and then taken her to dinner. When he had seen her to her doorway, she had leaned in and kissed him first. Misha had taken that as a sign and proceeded to kiss her back. They had ended up in her apartment, making love and caring not that she had the first draft of her thesis due the next afternoon.
    He recalled the way she had joined him in removing their clothing, her responsiveness to him remarkable. She hadn’t shied away from their joining, but welcomed it, urging him on with gentle caresses and murmured words of encouragement.
    Their first coupling had been almost frantic. His eyes closed as he recalled that time…
    Entering her apartment, Jasmine had kicked her shoes off and been in the process of removing her jeans when she was grabbed from behind and pushed up against the door.
    Misha kissed her ravenously, letting his lips trail from her mouth and down to her chest. He suckled on her right breast through the material of her t-shirt, making her squirm in delight.
    Pushing him away, she pulled her shirt over her head before reaching for his own. He helped her remove it and then she pulled him back against her, sighing as their bare skin collided for the first time.
    Little to no talking had taken place, other than a murmured “Yes,” or her pleas for him to “Don’t stop!” as he removed her jeans and then lifted her against himself.
    Jasmine had responded so naturally to all of his directions, wrapping her legs around his waist as he continued to pay homage to her breasts. When his hands had skimmed lower, slipping beneath the edge of her panties, she had come undone in his arms, gasping his name.
    He had been desperate to join with her and had quickly lowered them to the floor, donning protection before pushing his jeans to his knees and thrusting up inside her in one fluid move.
    The ride to the top of the mountain had been quick and hurried, neither of them able to slow down the fire that raced through their veins.  The second time hadn’t been much better, but at least they had made it to her small bed.
    The third time had been the most memorable. He had awakened in the wee hours of the morning to find her ready and willing. Pulling her atop him, he had allowed her to control the pace, watching her face in wonder as she found her pleasure, taking him over the edge with her.
    She had drifted to sleep