I shiver and grind against his hands, feeling the firmness of him rubbing against my flesh, toying with me, teasing. I lean forward and then almost tip over in my heels, which I’m so not used to wearing.
Not much need for them on the streets.
He catches me easily and then spins me in his arms and leans down for a princess-to-prince kiss. I lean back in his solid arms, stunned at the strength of him, feeling lightweight and carefree in a way I never have before.
He kisses me hard and I return the pressure, savoring the buzzing euphoria of our lips, the humming closeness.
My body riots.
The world seems to rearrange itself around us, everything spinning, my body screaming out for his touch, for all of him.
What if I’m not good enough …
But he told me that doesn’t matter.
And I’m aching to believe him.
He lifts me to a standing position and then bares his teeth in a wolfish fashion.
“Ah, here we go.”
“What?” I ask.
“You don’t hear that, Kat? Listen.”
I listen closely and then – past the constant background noise of the wind – manage to pick out the chug-chug-chug of what sounds like helicopter blades.
I turn to find that I’m right, the helicopter buzzing through the sky like a metal insect. I let out a squeal of excitement and playfully slap him on the arm.
“Are you serious?” I gasp. “I’ve always wanted to see the city from up high.”
“I thought you might,” he says.
“But how could you possibly know?”
“Because I’ll always know you,” he growls passionately. “And it makes sense. You’ve spent so long lost in this city, feeling small in it. Now I think it’s time you felt like the goddess you are.”
I hug against him as the helicopter lands on the roof in front of us, the noise so loud I bury my face in his chest … or maybe that’s just an excuse to feel the solid muscles of his pectorals smooshing against me.
Sue me.
“Are you ready?” he asks as the helicopter begins to power down, the chug-chug-chug getting quieter and slower.
“To fly with you, Colton?” I whisper, looking up at him, finally understanding what people mean when they say they get lost in someone’s eyes. “I’m more than ready.”
A twisted part of me expects him to laugh at that
For the punchline to be revealed.
Are you joking? he’ll laugh. I’m a billionaire and you’re a know-nothing virgin. What do you think I want with you?
But he proves yet again that my contorted anxiety is misplaced when he smooths a strand of hair behind my ear, tickling me, sending vivid pleasant tingles all down my neck and across my shoulder like a massage.
“Me too,” he whispers fiercely. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.”
He presses his lips against mine again and I gasp, everything inside of me crying out in desire, as though the primal need in my womb wants me to mount him right here, animal-style, mount him and take his seed greedily.
Memories of his tongue dragging hotly across my downstairs lips besiege me, trap me.
And it feels like perfection to be trapped by such heavenly recollections.
He breaks the kiss, his body vibrating.
“Fuck, if I don’t stop now, I don’t think I’ll be able to,” he growls. “Let me get you on board.”
He slides his hand down my arm and we interlock fingers, and then he leads me toward the waiting helicopter. He nods to the pilots and then loops his hands underneath my arm and lifts me so easily, part of me wonders if this is a dream because surely I’m too freaking big to be handled like this.
I turn to find him climbing in after me, ducking his head under the door and then sliding his hands down my body to my hips, guiding me into one of the seats.
And then he pauses a mischievous smirk on his kissable lips, a devilish glint in his eyes.
“What?” I ask, our bodies so close it’s like we’re sinking into each other.
My heartbeat pounds and my thighs tingle and already I feel my sex getting wet, my panties sticking to my lips. I fear I can smell myself in the air, my sweat, my nervousness, but if anything this seems to light up more fiery excitement inside Colton.
“I just realized that I have the perfect seat for you,” he says.
“Well, what is it—oh.”
I giggle as he slides into a seat and then pulls me into his lap at the same time, his manhood pressing through his pants and grinding against my ass cheeks.
He wraps his arms around me, one forearm laying across my breasts and pressing them tantalizingly.
I shift against him, feeling his engorged length drag across one ass cheek and then the other.
My pussy flames.
My world soars.
“Is this safe?” I whisper.
“Do you trust me?” he replies.
“Yes,” I say quickly, stunned at the speed of my answer. “Which is probably a silly thing for a street girl to do, trust a man she’s only known for a little while. But I do, Colton. I freaking do. And it feels so …”