Her Russian

Chapter 49-Picnic

Galina couldn't believe the information that she had received from Ilia, about him, Tori and his dad. Tori was her cousin and she'd met Ilia years ago. That blew her away.

She was in the little kitchen making them breakfast while Ilia was in the shower. After their little romp, she left him sleeping while she cleaned up everything from the night before.

She had found some fresh bread and two kinds of jellies and she thought that would go with some eggs and bacon. Coffee was a must, so that was already going, filling the cottage with its savory scent.

She was so entranced with the conversation, playing in her head, that she never heard Ilia walk up behind her, until she felt strong arms around her.

"I love how you look in the kitchen" his accented voice velvety smooth. Turning to face him, her insides clinched as she took in his partially clothed body, his bare chest proudly on display and black sweats clinging to his lower body.

Galina lost herself somewhere as she fell deeper into his eyes. Gray eyes that can see through to your very soul, then ten minutes later you're heating up from the lust in them.

Ilia Savin was an enigma and she loved him very much for it. She knew that no matter what happened going forward, she would never want to be without him.

Galina smirked as she reached up to move some damp hair that had fallen into his eyes.

"What's that look for?" he asked, smirking back. Stepping to him, she placed her hands on his bare chest, just gazing up at him.

"You know I cried for an hour that day, when you made fun of my hair. You were such a bad boy" she flirted. "Did you know that I thought you were cute? And I talked about you so much that babushka got irritated with me" she giggled at the thought.

Ilia trapped her between him and he sink. "You thought I was cute?" Ilia puffed his chest out a little when he said this.

Galina held out her fingers, showing Ilia a very small amount, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.

"You're a little minx" he said, his nose running softly along her jawline. Placing her arms around his waist, she made little fluttery kisses on his skin.

"I am" she responded. "But I'm your little minx." Ilia descended on her mouth, his tongue easily gaining access as he pulled her roughly into him.

They carried on like high school kids making out until Galina pushed away from him gently.

"Come" she said softly. "I need to feed you. Can't have you getting weak on me" she winked at him, turned and finished cooking.

They had a lovely breakfast, talked and then Galina said she had a surprise for him.

Once everything was cleaned up, Galina ran to take a quick shower while Ilia changed clothes and waited for her.

She dried her hair quickly, put on a dash of makeup and then pulled her floral dress over her body, pairing it with a denim jacket and sandals. A quick spray of perfume and she was ready.

Walking into the kitchen, Galina saw Ilia leaning against the door frame, his hands in his pockets. "Hey" she said softly as she put her arms around his waist.