Trust Me (18 page)

Sam takes a middle seat and starts going through her carry-on bag before facing Damien. “Do I have time to change before we take off? I plan on sleeping most of the way, and this dress is not that comfortable.”

“Sure. We are set to depart in about ten minutes. There is a bathroom right through that door pass the galley.”

Changing clothes sounds really good.
I start to go through my carry-on when Damien’s hand moves to mine to stop my rummaging.

Quietly, he asks, “What do you think you are doing?”

From my crouched position, I look up at him, confused. “I was going to change after Sam was finished.”

“You issued a challenge, and I am not about to concede a loss.” His blue eyes are raking me over from head to toe.

I snap back to sit straight up. I continue to stare at him as I involuntarily lick my lips. Our trance is interrupted by someone speaking, and it takes me a second to realize it’s Ben.

“Sir, the pilot will be ready to take off in about five minutes. He has a couple of questions for you. If you don’t want to get up, he can come back here once he’s done with the preflight check. The stewardess will begin her service in just a moment. If you do not require anything else, I will take my seat.”

“I’ll go talk to him.” Damien turns to me. “I’ll be right back. I want to expedite our departure. Considering how late we’ll be getting in, you’re going to be exhausted.”

I nod and smile. As long as I’m with Damien, I don’t care how late we get in. He leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek before he strides to the front of the plane.

I hear my phone chirp from my clutch. I grab it and see I have another text message from a blocked number.

He’s not good enough for you. Trust me on this.

I turn the phone off immediately.
How did this person get my phone number?
I’m instantly irritated, and I work on controlling my emotions. I know I should tell Damien about the two weird texts because he would want to know, but at the same time, he’s been pushed to his limits this evening with the whole Brad thing.

Why do people have to be such assholes to get attention?
I’m sure the texts are harmless, and someone is just trying to get a rise out of Damien or me. The messages are strange, but they’re not worth ruining our evening.
If it happens again, I’ll mention it to him.

Damien returns as I’m stowing my phone.

“Is everything all right?” he asks.

I look up at him and smile. “I’m just tired. I needed to turn off my phone before we took off.”
There. That should work. I haven’t lied. It’s all true.

He takes his seat next to me when the door in the back opens.

“Damn, Wales, you have some pretty fancy digs here. Thanks for bringing me along for the ride.” Sam slaps Damien on the shoulder and winks as she strides by him.

I envy how she can adapt to any situation and seem perfectly at home in it. She takes her seat and gets comfortable as the stewardess begins the preflight service of distributing beverages, blankets, and pillows.

Just then, I remember the question I wanted to ask Damien about the jet crisis. “Why were you upset that the other jet wasn’t available?”

When he looks over at me, some of his earlier irritation returns into the corners of his eyes.
Do I really want to know?

He lowers his voice to where no one can hear but me. “It’s a bigger plane, and it has a bedroom. I use it for my overseas flights. I thought you would rest better if you had a bed to lie on, and I wanted to make love to you at ten thousand feet. I had visions of you wrapped around me with those fuck-me heels.”

Oh wow. I’m pissed at Ben now, too.
He cost me the chance to join the Mile High Club tonight. Turning my head slightly, I give the best death glares I can manage to the back of Ben’s head.

Damien chuckles. “That’s a scary face. Glad it’s not pointed at me.”

I let out an exasperated breath and keep my voice just as low, ensuring our privacy. “Ugh, I could have been a Mile High Club member tonight, and I blame him.”

“Shh, don’t worry, baby. It’ll happen. We’ll have the plane for the ride home.”

My irritation fades slightly, and exhaustion from today’s events starts to set in as we begin our ascent into the skies.

“Why don’t you lie down and rest? I’ll finish up some work, and we can talk when everyone goes to sleep.”

“Sounds good. I’m tired.” Finishing my sentence on a yawn, I take off my shoes and lay my head down on one end of the couch with my legs spread across his lap. “Is this okay?”

“Absolutely.” He puts the caramel-colored blanket on me, so I am covered from my neck to my feet.

The blanket is so soft, like rose petals caressing my skin. One of his hands is on my knee, rubbing it ever so lightly. The constant hum of the plane lulls me to sleep, and I am gone.

My leg twitches as something tickles my inner thigh. I try to move away from it to stay in my slumber. Seconds later, it resumes and then travels up my leg slowly and persistently. Moving my legs, I try to stop it. I just want to sleep. That ticklish thing is now about three inches from the top of my leg when realization dawns.
Oh, holy hell.
It’s Damien’s hand. My eyes shoot open to meet his gaze in the darkened cabin.

He takes his other hand and puts his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion, letting me know that I have to be quiet. I nod in understanding, hoping he continues quickly to his destination. I desperately want him to win this challenge. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, his eyes widen because he now knows that I was telling the truth in my last text.
Good. In the future, he’ll know that I’m not just all talk.

He reaches my sex and closes his eyes when he feels how wet I am. After not having me for a few days, I know this has to be killing him. It’s killing me. His thumb begins tracing circles around my clit, and he dips a finger into my heat. I want to bow into his touch, but I remember where we are, and I keep my eyes locked on him. The intimacy of this moment is unreal despite the fact that two people are seated less than seven feet away. It only makes the moment more erotic, knowing we could be caught.

He picks up the pace, and I am frantic inside with need. I bite down on my lip to keep any noise from escaping. This is getting to be too much. I want to writhe and scream his name. The restraint I’m using heightens my need to feel him inside me. It is taking everything in my body to keep myself grounded and immobile. He presses his thumb hard against my clit, and I shatter, never breaking eye contact. The relief has only taken an edge off my need. It’s like throwing a little water on a fire. If it doesn’t completely extinguish it, then the fire comes back with a vengeance.

Damien slowly lets out a deep breath. I can feel his throbbing erection beneath my legs as I shift. An idea strikes me. As I get up, Damien gives me a questioning look. Biting my lip, I grab my bag.

Leaning over, I whisper in his ear, “Come join me.”

Well, I didn’t have to ask him twice.
He quietly gets out of his seat and practically pushes me into the bathroom. It’s a little larger than what it would be on a commercial flight. Damien locks the door behind me before he descends on me. The feeling of his tongue is exquisite as his wintergreen flavor penetrates me.

When he picks me up, I automatically wrap my legs around him. My back goes against the far wall as he leans into me and undoes his zipper. I can feel him at my sex, eagerly seeking entrance. He wants to be rough with me, and I want him to be.

“This is going to have to be fast and quiet, baby. I need you now. It’s been too long. Tell me if it hurts.”

“Yes, please take me.”

In one movement, he plunges into me.
Ah, the relief.
He starts to move at a quick pace. My inner muscles begin to shudder, and he knows I’m close. I put my head on his shoulder and bite down to keep from screaming out loud as he continues his deep penetrating thrusts.
It feels so good.
I wish we could take our time.
We are both getting what we’ve needed all night long—some satisfaction.

After thrusting a few more times to massage out our climaxes, he puts his forehead to mine as we try to slow our breathing. “Welcome to the Mile High Club, Miss Scott. I hope you enjoyed your flight.”

I start to giggle, and he puts his hand on my mouth, muffling the sound.
Oh yeah, we aren’t alone.
He pulls out of me, and immediately, I feel bereft, and I whimper at the loss.

“We are so perfect together. You need me inside you as much as I need to be there. We’ll have all night long when we get to the hotel. Go ahead and change. Then, meet me back in the cabin, so you can rest comfortably for the rest of the flight.”

Damien helps me clean myself up, and then he tends to his still semi-stiff dick. After giving me a kiss, he leaves. When I look in the mirror, it’s as if I have totally changed from the person I was before Miami. My body glows from being around Damien. My eyes shine brighter than before. I am so in over my head and in love with this guy.
Yes, love. I am in love with Damien.
It’s fast and chaotic, but deep down, I know that it’s real.
I wonder how strong his feelings are for me.
There is no way I am saying the L-word first. I need to stay grounded in all of this, so my heart doesn’t get broken if he doesn’t feel the same way.

I finish changing and walk back out into the cabin. Ben is awake now, reading something on his tablet. I curl into Damien’s side, and I smile at the comfort his arms provide with his protective embrace.

Before I start to drift off to sleep again, I ask, “How much longer until we land?”

“We should touch down within two hours. Is there anything specific you want to do while we are in Vegas?”

After a yawn, I respond, “What about a show?”

“Any particular one?”

Our conversation feels as if we have been together for a long time. It’s easy and comfortable. We are more than just sex.

“No, you pick. I have no idea what’s good.”

“I’ll make the arrangements.”

I kiss the side of his neck while he resumes reading.
Does this guy ever stop thinking of me?
There is so much Damien and I need to talk about, but it needs to happen in private.
I’ll think about it tomorrow.

Soon, I doze off again, feeling content in his warm embrace.

Stretching across the bed, I reach to locate Damien, but I come up empty. It feels cold and abandoned on that side. Opening my eyes, I realize I’m alone in a king-size bed.
What in the world?
When I catch sight of a note on his pillow, I immediately feel my anxiety diminish. I can’t help from being terrified that he’s all of a sudden going to be tired of me and move on to greener pastures.

Smiling from ear to ear, I put on some lounge clothes and head out of our bedroom. We’re staying in the penthouse. The furniture is ultra-modern and is done in the most monochromatic colors. Colorful contemporary artwork hangs from the walls.
I don’t understand the hype behind splashing various colors on a canvas. I say, go to a kindergarten classroom and end up with the same result. It would be a whole hell of a lot cheaper.