Part 20 (1/2)

Chapter Twelve.

He owns me...

WESTON OPENS THE REAR DOOR FOR ME, and I slide in and take a seat.

We're really doing this.

He sits next to me. And G.o.d...how I wish the console separating us would magically disappear. He buckles his seat belt, not taking his eyes off me. I mimic his actions, wis.h.i.+ng we weren't shackled by these safety devices. I really couldn't give a hoot about my safety at the moment-all I really want to do is climb all over him.

”How far to the suite?” I ask.

”About ten minutes.” His eyes are dark and heavy. I honestly don't know if I can bear that long.

He reaches for my hand and takes it in his. His fingers are so soft and warm. His eyes don't leave me for a second.

”I didn't even get to show you the rest,” he says, ”the Amazon exhibit, the Oceanarium, the aquatic show. There's so much to see.”

”We could go back?” I suggest with a sly smile, knowing very well what his reaction will be.

He bites his lip. ”Not in a million years.” His gaze lingers on me. ”Are you sure about this?”

I feel I might explode without his touch. ”Yes.”

We look at each other for a beat, both knowing we'll be together soon.

”We should go there again someday” I suggest.

”Yes, I'd like that.”

I think about our kids. Wouldn't it be nice to go there together with our kids? They would absolutely love it. But I know that could never happen. It would be a very bad idea. I sigh a little at the thought.

”Do you want a drink?” he asks.

”No, thank you,” I answer. All I want is him, his hands on me, all over me.

Thinking about it is arousing me. And I wonder what he's thinking.

”Ten minutes has never seemed like such an eternity,” he says, with a slight curve of his lip.

G.o.d...yes.

He looks at me but doesn't say a word.

We sit in silence for a while. My heart is beating so fast, and I wonder if his is too. I want Edward to speed up, but I know he's helpless against the traffic.

I'm throbbing with antic.i.p.ation-the sensation is both delicious and painful. Weston's intense stare is not helping. I close my eyes and imagine us together-his lips on mine, his skin on mine.

”I want this so much,” I say, feeling that desire in every part of my body-my heart, my stomach, my s.e.x.

”Me too. You can't imagine.”

I close my eyes and imagine us together.

I nervously cross and uncross my legs, trying to remember what underwear I'm wearing-I hadn't planned for this. My mind wanders back to this morning. Yes...I'm wearing something decent-a black set covered in cream lace, one of the few luxurious underwear sets I own. Maybe my subconscious knew this would happen-knew what a little tramp I really am.

I smile and pull my hand away from his. ”I think...” I whisper, reaching under my skirt, ”we should get things started.” I'm surprised by my own boldness, but then again, I don't think I've ever been so turned on. Ever.

He looks at me with a strange mix of desire and curiosity. ”What are you doing, Mirella?”

I don't answer him. I stare at him as I slowly pull my black panties over my knees and over my sensible black shoes, not breaking eye contact.

I see the desire in his eyes. The way he looks at me...I can't get enough of it.

”You wicked girl,” he whispers.

I scrunch my panties in a ball in my hand and lie back on the sleek leather seat, my lids heavy. He might as well pounce on me right now, because I'd let him.

He's fidgeting again-that bouncing knee is going crazy. He bites his lip. ”Give them to me.”

I smile. I wonder what he wants to do with them-he probably wants to get a better look. I hand them over, trying to be subtle. Edward doesn't seem to be paying us much mind, but I'm not taking any chances.

Weston takes them. He holds them in his hands, traces his long fingers along the lace, and he studies them for the longest time. He seems so intense.

What is going through his mind?

Then he brings them up to his face and closes his eyes as he hides his nose in them.

I'm shocked.

His face is still buried in my underwear when he says, ”I can't wait to get you alone.”

His behavior is so unexpected. G.o.d...he's turning me on.

I bite my lip and I look over at the driver. ”Weston...”

He smiles and shoves my panties in his pocket. He looks outside the window, his body edgy and full of nervous energy.

He takes my hand again-I wonder if he can feel it tremble. ”We're almost there.”

I look out, and there it is-it's so grand, a modern day castle nestled between the skysc.r.a.pers of Chicago.

We coast along the drive, and I notice it's busy today-limos, town cars and luxury SUVs. We maneuver slowly between the vehicles.

Finally, Edward leaves us at the entrance. Weston opens the door and pulls me out of the car as fast as I've ever seen a man handle a woman.

He takes my hand and leads me with gusto. He knows exactly where he's going.