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“This.” She waves a hand between us. “Me and you. Together.”
“We’re about to take-off at two hundred miles an hour and you’re worried about whether us being here is weird?”
“I’m serious, Nico. I don’t know what’s happening.”
She drops her hands, wringing them over one another. I place my hand over her clasped ones, and beneath my touch her fingers relax.
I lean across to kiss her, but her lips are tense. Resistant. She wants an answer more than a kiss, but I don’t know what the fuck to say. I still don’t know what this is, but I know I want to be here, with her, with every particle of my being.
My tongue gently probes her lips until she parts them and lets me in. This kiss is soft, gentle, and conveys more than any words I might give her. I hope she understands.
We break apart, and she stares out the window as we race down the runway, the cabin shaking around us as the nose tips upward and the wheels lift off.
Kate’s fingers are laced in mine as we rise through the clouds. “Is it weird for you?” she asks again. “Tell me the truth.”
I chuckle.Always after the truth. “A bit. But not really. I knew we’d end up here after I saw you that night on the balcony at Jack’s party.”
At the mention of her brother’s name, she flinches. At some point, if this is a serious thing, and it sure feels like it is, we’ll have to tell him. I’m kicking that into the long grass for now, though.
“How did you know back then?” Her nose wrinkles as she leans towards me. “That wasn’t a positive interaction. I didn’t leave that night feeling good. About you, or anything.”
“I’m good at reading people.”
“And you read me?”
I smirk. “You’re very easy to read. You want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you.”
Her mouth falls into a mockery of a shocked O, her eyes darting across my face, before her puckered lips transform into a smile.
“You’re the most arrogant man—”
“You want to join the mile high club?”
“Yes, please.”
26
KATE
The words are barely out of my mouth before Nico is leaning over me, unbuckling me from the huge leather chair, guiding me to standing. His eyes burn with lust and he’s not even trying to hide it as he rakes them over me, making my knees weaken.
“Ready?” he asks. “No going back.”
I swallow and give the barest hint of a nod, but it’s enough for Nico.
He grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom, slamming the door behind us. He wraps one arm around my waist, his other hand cupping my face. The fire of his touch burns me into submission, and when he tugs me flush against him, I fold into him until every tiny gap between our bodies ceases to exist.
We devour each other’s mouths like we’re starving. It’s messy and hard and soft and warm and wet, with nipping of teeth and swiping of tongues. A fusion of body and breath.
I pull at his shirt, tease at his collar, fingers flitting over his neck. He slides his hands up my spine and into my hair, fisting it with a dominant tug. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Fuck, I want you,” he growls. “I’m crazy about you.”
My head spins. I can’t believe this is happening. His words, his hands, his touch, boiling me up from the inside. It’s a dizzying dream come true. I can hardly breathe with the shock of sensations racing through my body.
But there are nagging doubts in my mind.Can I really give myself to this man? Do I trust him?
I push back, staring up at him. “This is mad, Nico. Paris… the private jet…”