“Right,” he fires passionately.
“Right,” I agree.
He chuckles softly and slides his hands over my bare legs, squeezing onto my thighs, and then I let out a whimper as a metallic rumble moves through the helicopter.
“Why do I get the feeling that we’re about to take off?” I ask.
“Oh, most likely because we are,” he says.
He reaches down and loosens the harness as much as it’ll go, and then wraps it around us both and straps us in so that we’re grinding against each other as everything begins to rumble with more and more ferociousness like we’re inside the belly of a giant metal beast.
But nothing’s more beastly than the way Colton possesses me with his hands, sliding further and further up my thighs before stopping at the hem of my skirt.
“Can anybody see us back here?” I say voice raised over the noise of the ’copter.
“No,” Colton growls. “And they can’t hear us, either. Otherwise, I wouldn’t tell you how badly I need to feel that tight fucking pussy right now.”
Wetness explodes in me and I feel it tickling my thighs, seeping past the armor of my panties.
“What about dinner?” I gasp.
“The choice is yours,” he rumbles, and then our conversation is cut off when the helicopter separates from the building and begins surging into the air.
I laugh delighted and look out of the viewing window, down at the city as it grows smaller and smaller beneath us, lust mixing with wonderment as the helicopter’s motions cause Colton’s manhood to thrum against my panties, and as the city that seemed like a giant warren to me in my girlhood shrinks beneath me.
I feel myself twitching against him, as though some lust-made being is taking over my actions, instilling me with the confidence I never could’ve dreamed of before the world drifted away from us.
I grind my panties sideways, twisting, finding his length and angling so that my lips wrap around him through the fabric prisons containing our desires.
“Jesus, fuck,” Colton growls, hands sneaking under the hem of my skirt now. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”
“No, I’m giving you an answer,” I moan.
“An answer?”
“You said the choice is mine,” I whisper.
“Hmm?” he growls.
“Well, what if I say we skip dinner and go straight to the hotel … and order a feast from room service after?”
His fingers toy at the edge of my panties, tantalizingly close, fingertip brushing my lips and causing fireworks to explode through my lower half, bright and blinding, and beautiful.
I want this.
I need it.
And I’m done living in a cage of nervousness.
“I say I need to enable the intercom that lets me talk to the pilot. Because we’re changing fucking course.”
I’m stunned by the forwardness of my movements, by my willingness to grind and tease and just live in the moment.
But as the helicopter turns and its blades cut through the sun-set air, I close my eyes and just let myself feel Colton’s body against mine, a thousand humming sensations flying higher and smoother than the vehicle that contains us.
For the first time in my life, I think, This is what freedom feels like.Chapter ElevenKatI stand at the window of the hotel suite, staring down at the city as the sun kisses the world with a final, goodbye red and the first hints of moon-blue begin to appear in the glittering steel edifices below.
We’re in Grand Homme, which is apparently French for tall man, and if that’s the case then we’re in his eyes.
I can see everything from all the way up here, as if I’m floating atop the world, gazing down at the city that once trapped me.
But with Colton at my side, I feel myself rising above it, and not just physically.
I don’t have to live in fear anymore.
“Getting a good look?” he whispers, moving up behind me and wrapping his arms around my hips, his fingers interlacing over my belly.
I shiver and shift against him, and as he lays his face against mine I feel that he’s smirking, by the way, his cheek shifts.
“What?” I ask.
“You were just thinking about me holding you like this, but when you’re pregnant,” he whispers.
“You’re a mind reader,” I reply, shock coursing through my veins, waging war with the ever-present desire. “It’s kind of freaky, I’ve got to be honest.”
“Well, it’s just that I was thinking the exact same thing,” he says, firmly.
I turn so that I’m facing him, the luxuriously appointed suite glittering behind him. A golden bar sits in the corner and the chandelier glitters with its inlaid jewels. The room is massive, far bigger than my apartment, with three couches and two chairs, all of which look like they could’ve been transported from a duke’s estate.
But despite the lavish furnishings, my gaze is dragged inexorably to Colton’s face, to the spark in his earth-green eyes, to the power in his expression.