Page 42 of Forbidden Eyes
“Don’t sass, Fia. Save it for your father.”
“Oh, what, sass is only okay for him?” I turn my body to face him fully.
“It’s better than frowning when you're with me.”
Without anything else to say, and not wanting to argue for fear of sounding like a child, I go back to staring out of the window.
The ride to the airport is over quickly, and we’re back on the plane we arrived on, as if nothing has happened. But it has. So much has happened I feel like a different person than when I arrived. Regardless of those things, though, the nice parts anyway, he still doesn’t go out of his way to make me feel welcome, and by the time I sit I’m about ready to forget anything ever occurred between us at all.
My elbow rests on the table between seats, head cradled in my hands as I start mentally going over everything I need to talk to my dad about. Although, I know there will be less talking, more screaming.
Carter takes the seat opposite me, and I instinctively pull my body back into the seats, as if I can get further away from him if I try. Ridiculous, of course. I shouldn’t let him get to me.
With little to occupy my hands or my mind, my eyes wander to his face far too often for my liking. While he’s concentrating on his tablet, I can catch a few seconds staring at his lips. They’re parted as he concentrates on whatever he’s reading, but then his eyes snap up to catch me and I shrink back into myself.
The next time he catches me, I force myself to hold his gaze. His deep-green eyes look so mysterious. So sexy. My cheeks flame, as I keep my eyes on his and feel the temperature creep up. The storm in my stomach returns, turning my limbs to jelly, and I thank the heavens I’m already sitting down. With his eyes heating the very core of me, I wish that the table wasn’t separating us. I wish that everything between us would vanish, obliterate into a million particles so it’s just us. With nothing in our way, we could explore what this is between us, dive into it with no restrictions. Because there is an attraction, a magnetism that’s drawing us together, our own fields attracting us to one another.
“You know, if you look at me like that around your uncle, he’s likely to kill us both.”
His voice lulls me into a deeper sense of comfort, and my small smile reflects his own. “How am I looking at you?” I breathe, reluctant to break the trance.
“Like you want me to kiss you again.”
“Do you want to kiss me again?” The question is out of my mouth before I have a chance to think it through, like he’s tapped into a deeper part of me that speaks only of the desire I’m feeling.
He doesn’t answer, though. He smiles, a wicked, sinful smile that only makes me wish for last night all over again. "It's a shame I don't fuck virgins.” He turns away and breaks the connection, standing so he can cross to the other side of the jet. “The things I could show you, Sofia Vico, the things I could do to you…"
And yet still, I’m left with a longing centred in my chest and him on the other side of the plane.
He doesn’t let me catch his eye again for the rest of the journey, and I can feel our time together slipping through my fingers. The feeling causes an ache to rise up in my chest, as if being near him has become something I want, something I need. I smile to myself, perplexed as to what to do with the realization.
“What happens now?” I ask, more to fill the void than anything. He looks up from his tablet, eyes finally looking straight at me again.
“What do you want to happen? You have to speak to Quinn, and then there’s your father.”
“I can’t think about him yet. I want to speak to Quinn, get some things straight.” Just the mention of what I’ve got to contend with sours my mood again, and his slightly amused smile at my situation needles me further.
“He won't be happy discussing business with his niece. Get ready for that.”
“Well, he won’t have a choice. I’m not asking here, Carter.”
His brow arches at my aggressive tone. I'm not having it anymore. I want answers. All the answers. And if I have to play my father's voice to get them then that's exactly what I'll do.
“Okay. Just some advice, don’t push too hard. That’s not the way to get answers from Quinn.”
“I know how to handle my uncle. It’s my father I’m more concerned about.”
He looks away, still smiling, but not before running his finger across his lips in thought. “Mmm.”
Thirteen
I’ve never lied to Quinn.
Ever.
I’m not about to start now, regardless of the mouthful I’ll get for doing what I’ve done. And that’s just taking her to a deal and her getting taken. If he finds out I’ve touched her, all hell’s gonna let loose.
I smile a little at the memory and drive the corners along the avenue towards home, trying to convince myself that I didn’t really touch her. I only kissed her. She’s the one who got herself off on me. My smile grows wider, thinking about the feel of her rocking and grinding against my dick, enough so that I cover my mouth with my hand and look out the side window rather than have her see my slow grin. Hungry nails digging into my back, clothes in the goddamn way. Christ. I should be worried at this fucking moment, concerned for my well-being. Instead, all I can think about is the feel of her skin on mine, what it would feel like to take my time with her, to get her nice and wet, out of her mind before I bury my dick in her tight pussy.