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I’d wanted to kill someone over that.
If either her father or the prick who’d touched her had been there I think I would have literally strangled them.
But since they weren’t, I’d have to take the sex.
What a fucking hardship.
I shouldn’t touch her again, but she was kissing me quite desperately and I couldn’t refuse her. I didn’t want to refuse her.
I lifted my hands to her face, sliding my fingers along her delicate jaw, her skin silky and soft beneath my fingertips.
A kiss was great. But her mouth wasn’t where I wanted to kiss her.
Holding her carefully, I pulled away.
She blinked, her eyes a pure dark gold, looking at me as if she’d never wanted anything so badly.
My cock, already hard, ached like a bastard.
‘Lie back,’ I ordered. ‘Let me give you something.’
‘But I—’
‘I’m not asking.’
As I expected, the order ignited her fighting spirit. ‘Oh? You think you’re driving again?’
‘Yes.’ I dropped my hands to her bare thighs, stroking, her skin just as silky and warm as her jaw had been. ‘And as I recall, you very much enjoyed it when I drove the last time.’
She was already a very pretty shade of pink, and when I stroked her again she went even pinker. ‘But I’m always the driver.’
‘I know. So let me do the work for once.’ I kept my gaze on hers as I reached for the buttons of her shorts, watching her reaction. ‘All you need to do is lie back and enjoy the ride.’
‘Oh.’ She chewed on her bottom lip a moment as if considering it. Then she let out a breath. ‘Well, I guess when you put it like that.’ Slowly she sat back in her seat.
Raw triumph flooded through me, along with something a little more uncomfortable. Because she wasn’t one of my socialites, or an aristocrat I could sully. She was different. She was a fighter who was conceding me the advantage by choice. Because she trusted me. Even after that arsehole had hurt her, she trusted me.
The heady eroticism of the knowledge caught me by the throat at the same time as it unsettled me.
I had no idea why she would trust me, even why she had the night in the limo in Paris, especially given what kind of man I was.
You’re not good enough for her. You’re not good enough for anyone.
I shoved that thought away. This wasn’t about me. This was about her. About giving her pleasure and making sure she’d never regret the trust she put in me.
I undid the button of her shorts and pulled down the zip. Then I slid my hands into the waistband and began to ease the denim down, taking her underwear with it, watching her face the whole time.
Her gaze had darkened, but I didn’t miss the hint of uncertainty in it.
I stopped. ‘What? Changed your mind?’
‘No.’ She sounded sure, at least. ‘I haven’t changed my mind. But...’ She glanced at the door that led to the galley and cockpit. ‘No one’s going to interrupt?’
My tense muscles relaxed. Thank fuck for that. Shyness I could deal with.
‘My staff know better than that,’ I said. ‘I like to do work when I fly long distance so they leave me alone. No one’s even going to knock for another couple of hours.’
‘Oh, good.’ She gave me a small smile, her flush deepening beautifully. ‘I didn’t much care about it in the limo, but this is... I don’t know, different.’
