Be Careful What You Wish For(10)

She was afraid to move her hand without permission.
“You can let go,” he grunted. She pulled away instantly, rolling as far away from him across the bed as she could.
Absently, he noted that the plane had leveled off.
“We can take a shower now,” he said, and he heard her breath catch.
“Together?” she asked breathlessly.
“No, you can go by yourself,” he said slowly. An image of her body, dripping with warm, wet water entered his head and he almost moaned aloud.
She’d only taken the edge off so far.
“Alone,” he replied. “But don’t take a long time. I might change my mind.”
“I’ll go fast,” she said, voice fervent. She rolled out of the bed, trying to take the sheet with her as a cover.
“Leave it,” he said shortly. Watching her was half the joy; he wasn’t going to give it up that easily.
She stood quickly and crossed her arms across her barely covered breasts. He wondered if she had any idea how sexy she looked. Her hair hung down around her shoulders in scraggly lines, and the little red thong she wore hardly covered a thing. Her hands and the lace-bound breasts they covered were more of a taunt than anything.
He felt himself stir once more as she moved quickly past the side of the bed to the small bathroom, lurching as she walked. The air was fairly smooth, especially considering what a storm raged outside, but he could still feel the motion of the plane around them. He heard the shower come on and imagined her in there. Her fingers were probably sticky with his seed. He’d be willing to bet she’d wash it off first, eager to remove any trace of his touch from her body. There were splashes of it on her belly as well, and he thought about her hands rubbing against the creamy flesh as she cleaned it off.
Did she have any idea how soft and smooth her skin was?
He was willing to bet she didn’t.
She probably took her flesh for granted, never thinking twice about what a treat it would be for a man like him. Of course, he wouldn’t have had any idea either before he went into the joint. Nobody could.
He rolled on to his back, crossing his hands behind his hand and looking up at the cabin ceiling. They were still over the States, but he doubted he had anything to worry about. Not in a plane like this. Trust Valzar to get appointed as a diplomat. What the hell were they thinking? That was certainly putting the fox in charge of the henhouse.
He heard the water shut off, and he smiled with bitter amusement.
She didn’t want him joining her.
A moment later the door opened and she came back into the room, a white towel clutched around her body.
“I thought you might like to shower next,” she said, sidling back into the room.
“You were afraid I’d come in there,” he said, watching her coolly. She probably thought holding the towel tight to her body provided cover. Instead it simply teased him with her curves.
His cock stirred to life.
“Although it’d be nice if you offered to wash me,” he said slowly. She froze, eyes cutting through him.
“Perhaps another time. I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate what you’ve done for me already.”
She simply looked at him, eyes haunted.
He rolled out of the bed abruptly, coming to his feet in one smooth motion. She jumped back and he laughed.
“I’m just going to shower,” he said, looking at her pointedly. “Trust me, when I decide to f*ck you, you’ll know it.”
She didn’t reply, and he laughed again. Her fear should have made him sick. Instead it simply awakened his hunter’s instinct. He considered making her fears come true but decided against it.
There would be plenty of time when they landed.
* * * * *
She watched in a daze as he stalked into the bathroom.
When he was gone she could hardly imagine he’d been there. He was too unreal, too scary. It reminded her of the one time she’d tried drugs during college. Intense, scary, almost unbelievable when it ended.
Only the pictures her friends had taken of her dancing wildly in a club were enough to convince her she’d really been that crazed girl.
Her gaze drifted across the room, coming to rest on the door. No point in trying to run. Even if they weren’t in the air, that outside cabin was filled with his friends. She wasn’t sure about Valzar, but she’d bet every last penny she had that Del wanted her dead, assuming he was on the plane. She had no way of knowing who might be out there. The cold reality of the situation was that as long as Sean wanted her, she was his.
It was the best way to stay alive.
She thought of the heroines in romance novels, fighting bravely to preserve their precious virginity.
Fuck that.