How to Resist Prince Charming(41)

By the time he arrived to pick her up Thursday afternoon, she still didn’t know their destination. And when he drove them into the airport, she was even more perplexed.

She sent him a confused smile. “We’re not driving?”

“Nope,” was his smug answer. Then he froze. “Oh, God. You’re not afraid of flying, are you?”

Lenna flashed her dimple. She was tempted to tease him and tell him she was terrified. But at the moment, she couldn’t lie; she was too energized. “I love flying.”

They were flying!

“So, where’re we headed?” she asked calmly.

Braxton shook his head, his blue eyes glittering with mischief.

“Oh, come on. We’re at the airport. It’s not like I’m going to find out in a couple of minutes anyway. I mean, I’ll need a ticket to board the plane and that will definitively name where—”

“You won’t be getting a ticket,” Braxton said, cutting her off smoothly. He sent her a cocky grin. “We’re taking the company jet.”

Lenna’s mouth dropped open. “A private jet?”

Holy cow. She had no idea where she was going, but she was definitely going to get there in style.

Braxton pulled up to the main front door and found an attendant to load their luggage onto a cart. As he stood by, overseeing the ordeal, Lenna sidled next to him and crossed her arms. “We’ll it’s not like we’re leaving the country. I mean, I’d need my passport if we were exiting the states.” Then she paused with a thoughtful frown. “Wouldn’t I?”

Braxton flashed her another smirk, lifting one eyebrow. “And you think it would be impossible for me to sneak your passport out of your top desk drawer in your apartment, huh?”

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “We’re leaving the country?”

A chuckle left him as Braxton shrugged. “I didn’t say that.” He took her hand to kiss her knuckles. At Lenna’s frown, he laughed again. “This is just killing you, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she complained. “Why can’t you tell me—”

“And spoil the surprise?” he asked in a scandalized whisper. “I think not.”



Nicer than Lenna had even begun to imagine, the Farris company jet put her dinky studio apartment to shame.

“Oh, my God,” she said, turning in a circle to gape opened-mouthed at the bedroom—yes, there was a bedroom right there in the plane. “Can I live here?”

Behind her, Braxton slipped his arm around her waist before he playfully tossed her onto the mattress. Grinning, Lenna bounced once and then rolled onto her back, spreading out her arms; silk satin greeted her skin. Lord, even the queen-sized bed was nicer than any she’d ever owned before.

Unable to hide her enthusiasm, she grinned up at Braxton. He stared back with a gleam in his eye. Lenna’s smile faded.

Had she ever met anyone as wonderful as Braxton Farris in her entire life?

He set a knee on the bed, slowly joining her.

Lenna’s stomach dropped. This was crazy. It was completely insane. All he had to do was look at her, and she went wet and tingly, wanting him to touch and lick every inch of her.

His other knee hit the mattress, and he crawled over her, never once taking his eyes off hers. His smile turned predatory.

“Want to join the mile high club?”

Lenna couldn’t help it; she threw back her head and laughed. She was just so...giddy.

Braxton kissed her throat as if he were trying to consume the joyous sound by sucking it straight from her voice box. He must have succeeded because her giggle broke off, and a hoarse moan erupted from her lungs.

“Braxton,” she managed to rasp as she laced her fingers through his hair. He lifted his face from her throat and met her eyes. Man, how those blue eyes affected her.

“I want you,” he told her in his own slightly choked voice.

“But we’re still on the ground. What about the mile high—”

“Can’t wait.” He kissed her, feasting on her mouth.

Lenna closed her eyes and sank into the kiss, wrapping both arms and legs around him. He had such artful hands. They created magic wherever they touched. His voice was low and seductive as he murmured sweet nothings, telling her how soft she felt, how delicious she smelled. When she was with him, she forgot about everything else.

“Have I mentioned how much I love that you went on the pill for me?”

He stripped off her shirt, and his soon followed, landing across the room in a heap on the plush carpet.

Lenna grinned over his shoulder as he dipped his head and kissed his way down her throat until he hovered over her breasts. “Only every time we get naked.”

“Mmm.” His tongue teased the top edge of her bra, and she arched, needing more.

“Braxton,” she gasped.

“Hmm?” was his evasive answer. His teeth nipped at her bra, tugging the cup down until he exposed—

“Mr. Farris?”

Lenna screamed as the deep voice that spoke above them. Braxton flattened himself on top of her to cover her. Their wide eyes met before he lifted his face toward a speaker box in the corner of the ceiling.

Fumbling and cursing under his breath, he rolled his eyes then leaned across her toward the nightstand to push a button. “Yes?”