Sinful Desire

She shook her head in amazement. “And you bought a ticket, and took care of all that, and figured out what flight I was on in two hours?”

“There was only one flight to Frankfurt at seven in the morning, so I took a chance. Oh, and don’t forget I showered, too,” he said with a grin.

“I like when you take chances for me.”

“I’ve spent eighteen years living with uncertainty. There are only a few things in my life that I know for sure right now. I love my brothers and my sister and my grandparents and my dog.” He stopped to take a beat and hold her gaze. “And I love you. I’m not going to sit around and wait and wonder and question it. I’m just going to feel it. I don’t want to stop taking chances with you, Sophie,” he said, brushing his lips to hers once more. He tasted so good. She wanted the kiss to turn into so much more.

But not right here. Not as the flight attendants began their announcements.

Pressing a hand to his chest, she asked, “So that’s it? You’re mine for the next week and a half? All mine in Europe? You, me, and my emerald-green Bugatti?”

“Yeah,” he said with a casual shrug. “If you’ll have me for that long.”

“I want you all to myself,” she said, dancing her fingers up his chest. “I’m greedy like that.”

“Be greedy with me. I want your greed,” he said, then fingered a lock of her hair, turning more serious. “Sometimes I retreat when things get crazy, but I want to keep coming back to you. I know I’m just figuring this relationship stuff out, and I’m sure I’m not an easy man to be involved with, but I’ll do everything I can for you.” He kissed her cheek, murmuring her name. “Sophie Winston.” Then another time. Softer. Barely audible. “Sophie Sloan.”

She wrenched back, and widened her eyes. “What did you just say?”

*

What had he just said?

“Um…” he started. “Your name?”

She shook her head and pointed to herself. “My name is Winston. Not Sloan.”

He shrugged, trying to cover up his unexpected gaffe. “It was a slipup.” Then he thought, Fuck it. He was on a plane with her, headed to Europe. He might as well tell her the truth. “I was trying it on for size.”

Her lips quirked up. “You were? How did it sound?”

“Hot. Sexy. Perfect. Beautiful. Like you,” he said, keeping his gaze pinned on his gorgeous woman. “Did you like how it sounded?”

Her eyes sparkled. “I think I did.”

“Someday,” he said, threading his hands in her hair and pressing his forehead to hers. “Someday, I want to make you Sophie Sloan. Someday soon. Is that too much? Have I said too much?”

“Oh God, Ryan. You’re crazy. You’re here on a plane with me, and I have never been happier in my life. All I’ve ever wanted is a love like this and you’re here. With me. Don’t you get it? You’re all my fantasies come true.”

He kissed her nose. “Look what you’ve done to me. You’re everything I never knew I wanted, and now I can’t live without you. Hell, I couldn’t even let you leave the country without me.”

Then, the flight attendant told them to fasten their seat belts.

*

The dress, the woman, the car.

Any one of them would be amazing. Together, they were a triumvirate of beauty.

He snapped a photo because he wanted to look at this image again and again—Sophie Winston wearing a sapphire-blue pin-up dress and fire-engine red lips as she stretched out her lush body on the shining, emerald-green hood of her sleek, stylish, million-dollar car. They were parked on the side of a road somewhere outside of Rüsselsheim. Trees canopied them from the hillside.

“You like how she drives?”

“I love how she drives,” he said, putting his phone away and wedging himself between her legs. “I love everything about her.”

“And me, too?” she asked with a wink.

“Yes, you too,” he said, laughing. “Now let’s put this vehicle to the true test.”

It would the first time in her Bugatti, but he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. That it would be the start of a countless number of times.

He tugged her up off the hood, and they slid inside the car. God, this car should be classified a sacred space. Everything from the leather seats to the gleaming dashboard to the gorgeous hum of the engine was a dream. But better, because it was real. Sitting in the passenger seat, he lowered it with her in his lap, and kissed the hell out of her, sealing his mouth to hers. She ran her hands through his hair, and sighed sexily as he kissed her harder. Soon, they were swallowing each other’s moans and groans, and she was rocking her hips into him.

He broke the kiss, hiked up her skirt, and tugged her panties to the side, giving him access.

“Take me, Ryan,” she whispered.

He unzipped his jeans, pinned her wrists behind her back, and gave her what she wanted.

It was what he wanted, too. Her. And him. Together.

Like this.

Like bliss.

Like everlasting love.