He gave her a look that spoke of awareness of things he couldn’t possibly know but somehow did, squeezing her hand back with a gentle smile.
They were driven to a small airfield in Eliot, ten minutes from Sabrina's house. They rode in the backseat of a spotless Lincoln Town Car, driven by a man named Monty who looked like he belonged on the set ofThe Godfather. When Sabrina arched a brow at Cesare, he shrugged. Cesare had casually introduced him as a driver, but Sabrina was 98.7% positive Monty had been a hitman at some point; if he wasn’t one currently.
She couldn’t help but wonder what else Monty did for Cesare.
When they arrived at the airfield, a small helicopter was waiting in the center of a landing pad, empty of anyone inside.
Sabrina looked at Cesare in surprise. “Wait, we’re taking a helicopter?” She asked, wide-eyed.
Cesare grinned. “Even better.” He held out a hand for Sabrina to take, squeezing it when she automatically laced her fingers through his. “I’m going to teach you how to fly one.”
Sabrina’s eyes widened in unmitigated delight as she beamed up at him, and then the helicopter. “Are you serious?!” She demanded excitedly.
“Anything you want, Sabrina.” He answered, staring at her like she was precious, like he meant what he said. “I want to teach you, show you, everything. Whatever you want.”
Sabrina found herself wondering for the first time if it was possible to have sex in a helicopter.
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Cesare walked her through a preflight inspection, tugging at windows and doors to ensure they were secure, and checking the integrity of the antennas, blades, and various gears and attachment points.
He guided her through checking the engine and transmission systems, before taking her into the cockpit and guiding her through the gamut of emergency items, circuit breakers, and switches to turn off. Sabrina watched as Cesare checked pedals, parking brakes, rotor brakes, batteries, and flight equipment settings.
Her eyes were alight with delightful curiosity as he introduced her to a whole new world of experience.
Cesare directed her to sit in the front passenger seat and started to fasten a four point harness over her. Two straps going over her shoulders joined a connecting buckle in the center of her chest, connecting to two straps below, on either side of her hips.
“Arms up.” He instructed.
She obeyed, hazel eyes sparkling, as she extended her arms out as if they were wings on her sides.
“Good girl.” He gave a roguish grin as he reached for the restraints on either side of her hips, in the close confines of the cockpit. He paused at the audible hitch in Sabrina’s breath.
Cesare lifted his focus from the connecting belts in his hands, up the curve of Sabrina’s body, and met her waiting gazein the deliciously thick silence. He looked down at her lips; they were close enough that all she had to do was tilt her head up just an inch or so, and her lips would be on his.
“Arms down.” He rasped.
Sabrina followed the direction, but instead of placing her hands at her sides, she reached out with both hands and combed her fingers through his hair.
He leaned into the touch, melting like a jungle cat as she gently scratched his scalp with her nails. Her heart skipped a beat and steadied, and Sabrina didn’t think she’d ever felt more powerful or protective of someone before. Was this what Cesare felt when he made her blush for him?
“You like this.” She mused, with a tenderness in her voice.
He gave an almost pained exhale and nodded before pulling back to look at her. He swallowed thickly as Sabrina slowly withdrew her hands, and he fastened the straps over her shoulders into the connecting clasp across her upper chest.
Sabrina couldn’t hide her gasp at the sensation of his hands brushing across her sensitive breasts as he tightened the harness, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Eyes.” Cesare rumbled.
Sabrina opened her eyes to meet his gaze before she looked down at her hands clasped nervously in her lap. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.” She whispered, an uncomfortable feeling of shame wrapping its prickly fingers around her.
“Look at me when we’re talking, Sabrina.” He answered, not unkindly.
Sabrina looked up, unsure why she’d been so nervous when his expression was so…tender.
“There she is.” He smiled, reaching a hand out and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “You said it’s been a while. So I think it’s perfectly normal to be nervous. I’d be surprised if you weren’t. But the only thing you need to do is enjoy yourself and trust me to take care of you. Can you do that for me?” He asked.
Sabrina let out a pent-up breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and nodded. “Yes.”
