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Chapter Twenty-Two
- Dante -
FALLING ASLEEP WASa relief. It meant I was relieved of the burden of conversation once I’d gotten Noemi’s mind off the prospect of flight. I hadn’t realized she faced that fear. Why would I have? I never asked her how she felt about flying. Not until it was too late. She had been so thrown off by being blindfolded and Christian Delacroix’s luxurious jet that her phobia hadn’t even occurred to her until she had no choice but to face it.
My body hummed with the pleasure created by my ability to control her. To make her face her fears. To help her triumph over them. The way she said “thank you” after she realized we had taken off without her being aware of it sent a jolt through me. I could say that I helped her through it just to be nice, because that’s the kind of man I am, but that would be a lie. I helped her because I enjoyed the** sensation of power it gave me. If she made me mad, or if I were dissatisfied with her by the time we returned home, there would be no such caring gestures. She would be on her own.
Like she was now. Wherever the fuck she was.
A nap was one thing, but I wasn’t prepared to sleep for four hours. I awoke to a quiet cabin and Noemi nowhere in sight. As if on cue, Lyle appeared. I knew him from previous use of Christian’s plane. He was discreet and trustworthy. For the right tip.
“Can I get you anything, sir?” he asked respectfully.
“Miss Petrafuso?”
“She ate dinner, watched a movie and went to bed. She’s in the first room behind the divider.” He gestured to the other side of the cabin.
“The champagne I ordered earlier. With two glasses.”
Now that I was awake, I had plans. I checked my watch. Almost midnight. We still had about four or five hours before we reached our destination. And I was starving but the food could wait.
Lyle brought the champagne bucket on a tray with two glasses. I took it from him then dismissed him. I didn’t want to see him again until we put wheels back on the ground.
The lights were out in the cabin except for the faint glow from the emergency lighting. My eyes quickly adjusted. I spent most of my life in the dark; the blackness of the sleeping cabin was welcoming.
I set the champagne tray down on a side table and sat in the plush chair next to it. The chair was just a foot away from the bed where Noemi lay curled up in a fetal position, sleeping. A pile on the bed told me that she had removed her clothing. I’d slept in that bed before and I knew Christian Delacroix’s taste. My cock hardened instantly at the thought of her naked beneath those silk sheets.
I removed the wool coat I had neglected to take off when we boarded. I took off my suit jacket, laid it over the back of the chair and slipped my shoes off. With impatience, I jerked on my tie to loosen it. Either it was getting fucking hot in the cabin or Noemi’s unclothed body, that I hadn’t even touched yet, had turned my blood to molten lava. I undid the top buttons of my shirt, stretched my feet out in front of me and sat back to enjoy a few minutes of solitude before I woke mybambina.
I told her we weren’t going to join the mile-high club tonight. Judging by my current state of arousal, it’s quite possible that I lied to her. Watching the covers rise and fall with her steady breaths, knowing what lay beneath them...
My balls ached from the need to fuck her. Last night’s phone sex had nearly made me go back on a promise I made to myself. I would take her properly when she gave me her virginity. No quickies; no against the wall action.
In a bed. Her body writhing. Her pussy glistening. That’s how I wanted her. That’s how I’d always dreamed of her. That’s how I’d have her. Even if it meant tormenting my body and denying my own release for another day. It was a sweet agony, sharp as a razor’s edge against your throat, and I fucking loved it.
If I could last. If I could resist the temptation of her soft skin, those big wide eyes and that soft, pink, sassy little mouth of hers.
Goddammit, she pissed me the fuck off. I had plans. I had a strategy. I knew how I wanted to do this, and she wasn’t cooperating. She made me lose focus and all she was doing was sleeping in a fucking bed. Breathing lightly. Leaving her soft vanilla scent on the silk sheets that wrapped her skin in continual caresses whenever she stirred.
Fuck that. Maybe I wouldn’t deflower her tonight, but I wasn’t going to let her control me. Especially when she had no damn clue she was even doing it.
Reaching for the champagne, I found the top, realizing that Lyle had taken the liberty of opening the bottle. He’d lose some of his tip money for that, but he’d recorked the bottle. When the cork popped as I pulled it out of the bottle, Noemi roused.
Startled, she sat up. “What? What?” She looked around frantically, pulling the covers up to her chest and moving away from the side of the bed. “Who’s there?”
Her breath hitched. I could hear the fear in her voice and my cock twitched. I sat forward in the chair.
“Dante? Is that you?”
I picked up one of the champagne flutes and started to pour a little of the sparkling beverage.
“Are you expecting someone else?” Of course, she wasn’t but just the thought of it brought a guttural growl to the front of my throat.
“No,” she scoffed, relaxing back into the pillows at the top of the bed. She still clutched the sheets to her breasts. “Of course not.”
“Put your hand out,” I ordered, extending the glass of champagne into her reach.
She took it and I poured another glass.
