With Me in Seattle Bundle One (25 page)

“Promises, promises…” 

Before long, we arrive at SeaTac.  The driver pulls onto the tarmac next to a large private jet.  This is much bigger than anything my dad ever flew.

The driver opens our door and then begins transferring our luggage to the beautiful aircraft.  Luke speaks with the pilot and co-pilot and the pretty flight attendant, but my ears are buzzing with too much nervousness to hear, or care, what they’re saying.

The inside of the cabin is beautiful.  It must seat twelve.  The seats are large and plush black leather.  Luke leads me to two that are side-by-side, and we sit. 

“How are you?”

“How do I look?” I whisper.

“Pale and glassy-eyed.”

“So, terrified then.”

“Yes.” 

“That’s accurate.”

Luke buckles my seat belt for me—Geez!—and wraps an arm around me.  “I’ve got you, baby.”

“I know.  I’ll be fine in a little while.”

His beautiful blue eyes are heavy with worry, and I pull his head down so I can kiss him.  He sweeps his lips across mine in that way he has that makes me quiver inside and runs his fingers through my hair.

“You look beautiful today.” 

I’m just in blue jeans and a green tank top.  I take in his black T-shirt and khaki shorts and grin. “Back at you, handsome.”

The pilot’s voice comes over the speakers announcing that we’re ready for takeoff, what our altitude will be, and how long the flight will be.  Thankfully, it should be a fairly smooth flight.

I hear the engines roar to life, and I pull out of Luke’s arms so I can clutch his hand.  Within seconds, we are racing down the runway and lifting off the ground.

I think I’m going to pass out.

“Breathe, baby.”

I pull in a deep breath and let it out.

“Again.  Stay with me, baby, just breathe.”

God, I love him even more at this moment.  His voice is calming me, and as we gain altitude and even out, I begin to calm.

“I’m okay,” I whisper.

“Can I get you something?”  The tall, leggy, blond flight attendant is at our side.  I didn’t notice how attractive she was before.  “I can fix you some breakfast, if you like.”

I shake my head adamantly.  “Just water, please.”

“Water for both of us, please.”

We sip on the cool water, Luke’s eyes still trained on my face, and I flush just a bit. 

“So, whose plane is this?” I ask.

“Spielberg’s.”  He grins at me.

Holy fuck.

“As in Steven?” I ask.

“The same.  He directed the film that just wrapped that I helped produce.  We’ve worked together a few times.  I called in a favor.”  He shrugs.

“I am so out of my league with you.”  I shake my head.

“What the fuck does that mean?” 

My head snaps around at his angry outburst, and my jaw drops at the glare he’s sending me.

“I’m sorry…”  I frown and gaze around the cabin of the plane.  This is beyond rich.  I know rich.  This is
Forbes
100 list, I-could-buy-a-Third-World-country rich.

“This isn’t mine.  I borrowed it.  I thought you’d like it.” 

“I do.  All of this is wonderful.  You are wonderful.  You just overwhelm me sometimes, Luke.”

“Yeah, well, that seems to be contagious then, because you have completely beguiled me.”

I’m feeling vulnerable and scared and excited and in love, and I just need to be in his arms.  So I unbuckle my belt and fling one leg over his lap and straddle him.  His eyebrows rise in surprise, and he grabs my curvy ass in his hands.  I love that he’s tall enough that even in this position we’re practically at eye level.  I grip his smooth face in my hands and lean in and kiss him like my life depends on it.

I feel his hands run up and down my back, and I grind my center against him.

“Fuck, baby, you make me crazy.”

“Hmm…” I nibble at the corner of his mouth and open my eyes to find his blue gaze on me.  “I want you.  Make me forget where we are.”

He takes control of the kiss, gripping my hair in his hands and holding my face to his, kissing me like he hasn’t touched me in days.

As if we didn’t make love just this morning.

He reaches between us and unbuckles his seat belt and lifts me easily, his hands planted firmly on my ass to hold me.  I wrap my legs around his lean waist and tangle his hair in my hands, leaning my arms on his shoulders.

“Where are we going?” I murmur.

“Bedroom.”  Bedroom?  On a plane?

“What’s wrong with the chair we were in?”  I lean down and bite his earlobe.

“I’m not giving the flight attendant a fucking show.”

“Oh.”  I forgot.  This is what he does to me.  He makes me forget.  And it’s so hot!

He carries me to the rear of the plane and through a door into a small room with a double bed.  It has beautiful, inviting linens and pillows in shades of browns and greens.

“Airplane sex!”  I straighten in his arms and hold his face in my hands.  “I’ve never had airplane sex.”

He grins wide and kisses my chin.  “Me neither.”

I run my fingers lightly through his soft blond hair and gaze into his sky-blue eyes and can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this beautiful man.

“You are so beautiful.”  He frowns at my change of pace and just stands there in the middle of the room with me draped around him, not putting me down.

He shakes his head and plants a kiss on my collarbone.  “I’m nothing special.”

“Oh, honey.” I wrap myself around him and hold on tight.  “You are beautiful, inside and out,” I whisper in his ear.

“Naked, now,” he growls and sets me down. 

I can’t help but laugh, as suddenly we are just a tangle of clothes being flung off and flown about the room, both of us eager to get naked and touch each other.

When the last piece of clothing is shed, Luke grabs for me, pulling me to him in a passionate embrace, but instead of pushing us down onto the bed, he’s cornered me against the wall, leaning his heavy torso and hips against me, his rigid erection pushing against my belly.

He slides his hands down my arms, links his fingers in mine and pulls our hands up above my head, pinning me in place.  His gloriously soft mouth is on my neck, sweeping up and down.  He captures both of my wrists in one hand and glides the other down my arm and to my breast to worry my nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck, Luke.”

“God, you’re so beautiful.  I love how your breast feels in my hand.”

I bow my body off the wall, my hands still pinned above me, in need.

“Hush, baby.”  His hand leisurely travels down to my hip and around to my ass where he rubs it softly, then slaps it.  Hard.

“Ah!”  I feel his grin in my neck, and I bite my lip.  How does his slapping my ass turn me on so much?  It’s fucking sexy as hell.

“Again,” I whisper.

“Oh, baby.” He kisses my chin and the corners of my mouth, nibbling along my jaw.  “You want it rough?”

“Only with you.”  And it’s the truth.  Only he can touch me the way he does and make my skin sing the way it does.  It’s intoxicating.

“Damn right.”  He slaps me again and hitches my leg up around his thigh, but he’s too tall to rub his cock against my center.

“Lift me,” I beg.

“Oh, I will.  Patience, beautiful.”  That glorious hand of his slips behind me again, over my now warm ass, and down between my folds.  He slips a finger inside me and moves it in a circular motion, sending me spiraling in sensation.

“Luke!  Please!”  I’m pulling my wrists against his hand to no avail.  I want to touch him!  I want him inside me!

“What do you want, baby?” He croons to me as he assaults my pussy in the most delicious way.

“You.  Please.”  I whisper this against his neck.

“You’ll have me.  Be patient, my love.  I’m making you forget, remember?”

“I don’t remember my own fucking name right now.”

He laughs and kisses me sweetly.  “I’m going to let go of your hands now.  Put them on your head.”

“What?”  He’s not making any sense. 

“Just put them on your head.”

“I want to touch you.”  I pout, and he bites my lower lip.

“Not yet.  Trust me.”

He releases my hands, and I lower them to my head, weaving my fingers together and leaning my head back on the wall.

“Good.  Don’t move your hands, baby.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He continues to kiss my face and neck, gently bites my earlobe and then heads south.

And I know exactly what he’s going to do.

“Fuck.”  I look down at him as he kisses his way down to my breasts, pulling the nipples into his mouth.  My breathing is ragged and blood is rushing though my body on hyperdrive.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Easy, baby.  I’ve got you.”

As he kneels on the floor, he hitches my right leg around his shoulder and wraps his arms around me, supporting me on his forearms and gripping my ass in his large hands.

“I’m going to fall.”

“I won’t let you fall.”  He kisses my belly piercing and then places three sweet kisses on my tattoo.

Without thinking, I lower a hand and run my fingers through his hair, but he jerks his head away and glares at me.

“On. Your. Head.”

Oh.

“I want to touch you.”

“Later.  Come on, baby, play along.”

“Okay.”  My hand goes back on my head, and without hesitation, his lips wrap around my clitoris, and he sucks.

Holy fucking shit!

“Fuck!”  My hips push against his mouth, and he pulls back slightly to move down to my lips where he kisses me intimately, running his tongue up and down and around me, teasing me.  He nibbles gently and then buries his tongue inside me while inhaling my scent.

I can’t take my eyes off of him.  Seeing his mouth on me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. 

His hands are kneading my ass.  His right hand, still supporting my weight, slides closer to my center.  He dips his littlest finger in my wet core and flexes it and pulls it out, and as his mouth resumes its delicious torture, he slips that little finger right…there.

His molten blue eyes are looking up at my face.  I’m so overwhelmed with sensation it’s weakening.  That finger is moving slowly in and out, and the feeling is unimaginable.  It makes me feel just a little dirty and wanton and oh so hot.

His presses his nose on my clitoris, and it’s all over.  He’s pushing all my buttons—literally—and I fall apart, shuddering and pulsating, coming over and over.  It just doesn’t seem like it’ll ever stop. 

He pulls his pinkie out of me and kisses up my pubis, my belly, over my breasts and, finally, my lips.  He’s pinned me against the wall again with his body, because without him, I would collapse onto the floor.

“Please,” I mewl, not recognizing my own voice.

“Anything, baby.”

“Fuck me.” 

His gaze finds mine, and it darkens. “I just did,” he murmurs against my mouth, brushing his lips back and forth.  He grips my hands in his again and holds them over my head.

“Fuck me on that bed.”  I kiss him.  “Please.”

He holds me against his chest and twirls us across the short floor to the bed.  He tears the duvet away from the sheets and guides me down onto it.

“On your stomach, baby.”

I roll over flat on my stomach, and he’s suddenly covering me, his hard cock pressing against my buttocks, his chest hair tickling my back.  He kisses the very center of my neck and follows my spine down, paying extra attention to the tattoo in the center of my back.

“Why does it say Love Deeply?” he asks.

“What?”

“Why this tattoo?”

I have to blink and pull some brain cells back together to answer his question.

“Because that’s what I always wanted, to love and be loved deeply.”

He nuzzles the tattoo with his nose.  “You are, Nat.”

“I know.”

I feel his smile as he resumes his journey down my back.  He kisses my butt, one cheek at a time, and then sweeps his lips across the tattoo on my right thigh, under my buttock.

“And this one?  Why does it say Happiness Is A Journey?”

“Because it was a long journey to travel for me to be happy again.”

“Oh, baby.”  He parts my legs with his own and runs a finger from my anus down to my clitoris, making me angle my behind off the bed and into the air.

“Ah, Luke.”

He grips my hips and slides into me, burying himself inside me as far as he can.

It’s glorious.  I feel full and happy and sexy and so loved.

He slaps the cheek that was ignored when he had me pinned against the wall and starts to move in and out of me, slamming into me hard, over and over.

I grip the sheets in my fists and cry out as I feel the familiar pull of the muscles around his cock and my legs clench.  He grips my hips, almost painfully, as he slams into me once more and comes violently, erupting inside me.

Chapter Twenty-Three

I’m standing on the deck of our gloriously beautiful hut, pointing my camera down at the water, snapping photos of the brightly colored fish.  I take about a dozen photos, then look up and snap some shots of the island.  It’s almost sunset, and I can’t wait to get some photos of the palm tree silhouettes in the sunset light.

“Hey, baby.”  Luke wraps his arms around me from behind and buries his nose in my neck.  “How are you?”

“I think I’m going to be a little sore tomorrow, but I’m good.  I forgot how exhausting snorkeling is.”  I smile and turn to face him. 

He simply takes my breath away.

He’s shirtless, wearing only black shorts that hang off his hips in that sexy way, showing off the muscles that form that V that runs down and disappears in the fabric. He’s caught some sun while we’ve been here, turning his skin golden. My mouth goes dry every time I look at him.

And because I can, I raise my lens and snap his photo.  He smiles shyly, and I take another.

“I love taking your picture.”

“I’ve noticed.  You’ve had that thing pointed at me more than anything else in the three days we’ve been here.”

“That’s not true.”  I laugh, and he takes the camera out of my hands, and suddenly I become the subject.  “Hey!  I’m on the wrong side of that lens.”