I sit on the edge of the bed, delighted despite everything. “This is obscene.”
“The bed or the cake?”
“Both.”
He removes his jacket and places it over the back of the suite door. I try not to watch the movement, the way his shirt pulls across his shoulders, the way the open collar reveals the strong line of his throat. This is difficult because I now know exactly what he looks like when his control breaks.
A dangerous thing, knowledge. A delicious thing too.
I pick up one of the chocolates and bite into it.
Hazelnut.
I make a sound I regret instantly. Roman looks over.
I point a warning finger at him. “Don’t say a word.”
“I was not going to.”
“You absolutely were.”
“I was going to say you have chocolate on your mouth,” he says, leaning over. “And I wonder what you sound like when you have my cock in your mouth.”
Oh my.
He steps closer, bends, and brushes his thumb against the corner of my lower lip.
It’s nothing. A tiny touch. A civilized touch.
But I’m wet again. Because oh God, I do want that massive cock of his again. And the thought of it in my mouth? Not so appalling.
His eyes hold mine for a second longer than necessary before he brings his thumb to his mouth and tastes the chocolate.
My throat goes dry.
“Hazelnut,” he says.
I look down at the dessert plate because if I keep looking at him, I may do something even the angry washroom passenger would not forgive.
Roman settles onto the edge of the bed beside mine, leaving a polite distance that feels ridiculous after what just happened. The beds are huge. The suite is large enough to pretend at privacy. Still, every movement seems to pull us toward each other.
My knee brushes his when I reach for the berries.
His shoulder grazes mine when he leans for the water.
His hand touches my wrist as he passes me a spoon.
Each contact is brief, almost accidental, and somehow more intimate than it should be.
I take a bite of the creamy pistachio dessert and glance at him. “Do you always fly like this?”
“When possible.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
“So mysterious.”
