The sound of her begging nearly got her exactly what she wanted. He had done a complete one-eighty since South Padre and now hated to deny his Eva anything. But they had a scene to play out, and she wasn’t perfoming her part correctly.
“I like that you are begging, but you have not said the right name yet.”
“Lexie…” She grabbed his hand, and was now pumping it into her in a frenzy.
“No, that’s not the name I want to hear.”
“Alexei, oh hell, Alexei. Please, I want you. I want you insi—“
She didn’t get any further than that, because he turned her around and lifted her onto the drawer in one swift move, and before she could finish asking for it, he was already inside of her. “Marry me,” he whispered.
“What?” she asked, barely coherent. “We’re already married.”
He stopped moving and looked deep into her dark brown eyes. “Say you will marry me.”
For a moment, he thought she would laugh. Make a joke or not agree just to be ornery. But in the end, she simply smiled at him, the most beautiful smile in the world, and said. “Yes, baby, I’ll marry you.”
And then he was pumping into her again, glorying in her, loving her, until the present blended into past and they were young again, celebrating her saying yes to his marriage proposal by making love on top of their cheap plywood dresser, until her breaths started coming out in short gasps. And they both shattered at the same time, their souls exploding into a thousand pieces and reforming in the present as two people who loved each other openly and honestly.
As they came down, breathing hard, Eva let out a shaky laugh and batted her eyes at him. “I hope that didn’t come too late, Lexie.”
He laughed himself, hardly able to believe his luck, that this woman was now his wife, that she had given him the son he hadn’t even known he needed, that she could still make him instantly hard again with just a bat of her pretty brown eyes.
“Kotenok, it is never too late. I think we have proven that.”
Then he started to move inside her again.