Cream-colored leather captain chairs and couches were decorated sparsely around the main cabin. A small kitchen and mini bar with a flat screen TV was on the opposite side, and a door that I imagined led to either the bathroom or a bedroom was at the far end.
“I won’t pressure you.” Sergio kissed my mouth again. “Tonight.”
“What about tomorrow? Will you pressure me then?” I just had to ask.
“No.” He grinned smugly. “I don’t think I‘ll have to.”
“There you go with that arrogance again.”
“I’m cocky.” He thrust against me, then chuckled darkly against my neck. “What can I say?”
The plane started picking up speed, so I hurried off him, adjusted my dress as best I could, and buckled up in one of the seats nearest him.
Once we were airborne, Sergio took off his seatbelt and walked over to me, he leaned over, his mouth hovering near my ear as he whispered, “Don’t move.”
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye, Steal me awhile from my own company. –A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Sergio
I WAS BEING cruel.
Well, not cruel.
But using her fear against her.
Chest heaving with each breath she took, Val froze, her entire body going rigid as I stood in front of her, bent over and slowly unbuckled her seat belt.
I kissed her right cheek, then her left, my lips hovering over her mouth. Her innocent kisses had become addictive in the worst way.
I’d forgotten.
It was that simple.
I’d been so lost in my own sadness and mourning that I’d ignored every single carnal thought — thinking it almost a betrayal against her memory.
But each kiss with Val brought me closer and closer to the edge until, finally, I took the leap, only to realize it wasn’t guilt I was met with.
But lust. Need. Desire.
I remembered that I liked sex — hell, I loved it.
I wanted it, I could taste it, taste her arousal in the air every time my tongue touched her lips and her innocent little hands reached for my body.
I was hard before I had even touched her.
A virgin.
A girl who hadn’t even been kissed.
Which meant I couldn’t just slam her against the wall and toss up her skirt, or tell her to bend over and take me.
Damn, just imagining all the different positions had me wound up all over again.
I needed to lock her in the bedroom so I didn’t strip her bare and sink myself into her inch by inch.
“Come on.” I lifted her into my arms and carried her back into the bedroom. She wasn’t as light as Andi had been.
More muscular.
More curves.
And for the first time in a while, it didn’t feel like I was making a comparison, where Val fell short and Andi won.
It was more of an observation. She was heavier.
And I liked it.
Her lips were fuller.
And they tasted different.
But they were wicked — tempting.
And when she kissed me, my body buzzed with awareness, my tongue nearly going numb with adrenaline as I felt my blood surge.
I sat her down gently on the bed and crossed my arms. “Why don’t you change into the clothes we bought since yours are packed. You can take a nap.” Val was staring at me. And for the first time since I’d met her, I couldn’t for the life of me read her expression. So I kept talking, my voice getting louder as if to quiet my thoughts, the dangerous thoughts that pointed out how sexy she was sitting on the bed, and how her right thigh was exposed all the way up to her hip crease.
“And.” I coughed and turned around in a semi-circle, trying my damndest to find the light. “Here’s the light switch.”
Val’s eyebrows rose.
“For…” Another awkward cough. What the hell? “Turning… the lights off.”
“That is what switches tend to do,” Val said sweetly. “Turn off things.”
I swallowed, my body completely on board with the whole turn off turn on scenario. “So…” I found my voice, thank God. “Maybe sleep off all the trauma.”
“Okay,” Val agreed quickly and stood. “But first can you help me with my dress?”
“What was that?” I asked hoarsely, my hands shaking at my sides.
She turned her back to me. “My dress, the back few buttons are impossible to reach. It’s a bodice after all, and I don’t want to rip the rest of it from the front.”
Was she sure about that? Because I was pretty sure I could get on board with said ripping. Instead, I moved toward her and quickly undid the twelve torturous buttons, my fingers trembled as I found the zipper and slid it down the rest of the way.
The sound was more erotic than it should be.
The rustling of her dress as it fell to her feet.
My heavy breathing as I placed my hands on her shoulders.
Only to look up and realize.
She literally had no bra on.
At all.
But she did have on a white lacy thong, nestled between the sexiest ass cheeks I’d ever seen in my entire life.
No comparison necessary.
Just simple truth.
Her ass was more than nice.
Staring at it made me dizzy and jealous at the same time, that the simple scrap of fabric was going to get more action than me.
I slid my hands down her smooth arms then took a step back. “Done.”
She turned, hands on hips. “Are you?”
“Hell.”
“Sergio?”