Book 1 - Page 132 (2/2)

”How was that?” he asks, and his eyes are a s.h.i.+ning, dazzling silver gray. He leans down to unbuckle me.

”That was extraordinary. Thank you,” I whisper.

”Was it more?” he asks, his voice tinged with hope.

”Much more,” I breathe, and he grins.

”Come.” He holds out his hand for me, and I clamber out of the c.o.c.kpit.

As soon as I'm out, he grabs me and holds me flush against his body. Suddenly his hand is in my hair, tugging it so my head tips back, and his other hand travels down to the base of my spine. He kisses me, long, hard, and pa.s.sionately, his tongue in my mouth.

His breathing is mounting, his ardor ... Holy cow - his erection... we're in a field. But I don't care. My hands twist in his hair, anchoring him to me. I want him, here, now, on the ground. He breaks away and gazes down at me, his eyes now dark and luminous in the early morning light, full of raw, arrogant sensuality. Wow. He takes my breath away.

”Breakfast,” he whispers, making it sound deliciously erotic.

How can he make bacon and eggs sound like forbidden fruit.i.t's an extraordinary skill. He turns, clasping my hand, and we head back toward the car.

”What about the glider?”

”Someone will take care of that?”, he says dismissively. ”We'll eat now.” His tone is unequivocal.

Food! He's talking food, when really all I want is him.

”Come.” He smiles.

I have never seen him like this, and it's a joy to behold. I find myself walking beside him, hand in hand, with a stupid, goofy grin plastered on my face. It reminds me of when I was ten and spending the day in Disneyland with Ray. It was a perfect day, and this is sure shaping out to be the same.

Back in the car, as we head back along I-95 towards Savannah, my phone alarm goes off. Oh yes... my pill.

”What's that?” Christian asks, curious, glancing at me.

I fumble in my purse for the packet.

”Alarm for my pill,” I mutter as my cheeks flush.

His lips quirk up.

”Good, well done. I hate condoms.”

I flush some more. He's as patronizing as ever.

”I like that you introduced me to Mark as your girlfriend,” I murmur.

”Isn't that what you are?” He raises an eyebrow.

”Am II thought you wanted a submissive.”

”So did I, Anastasia, and I do. But I've told you, I want more, too.”

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