Be Careful What You Wish For(7)

Sean stopped moving as the thong came into view, his breath hitting the small of her back in short, sharp puffs. He was seeing her bare ass in a way only a lover should see it, she thought miserably. Then he started moving again, sliding his hand within the jeans down to her knees.
“You can get it from here,” he said roughly. She nodded, unsure of what to say, waiting for him to step back.
He didn’t move.
She tried to kick her feet free of the fabric but she kept getting tangled. With a sinking feeling, she realized she was going to have to bend over and pull the jeans off. She did so slowly, wondering if the blush she could feel in her face extended all the way down her body. He had to be getting quite the view of her ass. Matt had always said it was her best feature, usually in conjunction with some kind of a comment about how her brains weren’t worth a damn. Sean didn’t say anything, though. He didn’t touch her, either, and then she was free from the heavy fabric. She stepped forward turning slowly to face him.
“What now?” she asked, afraid to hear the answer. From the feel of his erection earlier, she had a pretty good idea what his plans were. She thought about fighting him, refusing his touch, but dismissed the idea with frightening ease. She wanted to live. If that meant accommodating him sexually, so be it. She wasn’t some shrinking Victorian flower, she knew what it meant to do it. Hell, it couldn’t be worse than Matt’s drunken caresses and stinking breath.
“Get in the bed,” he said, jerking his head in that direction. “You’re freezing and you need to warm up.
It’s the best we can do for now.”
“What about the sheets, won’t they get wet?” she asked, and then wondered why she bothered. This was a kidnapping, not a decorating show. To hell with the sheets.
“They’ll be fine,” he said in a bemused tone of voice, apparently sharing her thoughts. “We can change them later. Right now I just want to get warmed up.”
She turned away from him and walked slowly toward the bed. They would have sex now, she was certain of it. Maybe she could make a break past him and run out the door?
The plane’s engines powered up, and she heard a thudding noise. The doors had closed. Too late. They would land eventually—she’d try to escape then. The key was to stay alive long enough to take advantage of whatever opportunities might come down the line. Staying alive meant sex.
“Come on, move,” he said roughly. “We’ll be taking off soon, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She smothered an absurdly inappropriate laugh, and climbed into the bed before pulling the sheets and covers up around her. The fabric was slippery, and very smooth. Any other time she might have taken a moment to simply enjoy the texture of the silk, but not now. He walked across the tiny cabin all too quickly, pulling off his shirt as he moved. He stood beside bed and unzipped his pants slowly, watching her with an intensity that frightened her. She tried not to watch, tried not to see those fingers pull down the zipper slowly and steadily, but she couldn’t help herself.
He was so finely built that at any other time she’d probably be breathless by now. He was the kind of guy who never looked at women like her. Six-pack abs, a tight waist… For a moment her breath caught, and she was overwhelmed with sheer appreciation for his figure.
Then he started pulling his pants down.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Nothing.
His penis sprang into view, fully erect and pulsing with dark red arousal. He dropped the pants down, kicking them off, then leaned over the bed toward her. His face lowered towards hers, and he whispered in her ear.
“I won’t hurt you, but you have to accommodate me,” he said softly. “I’ve been without a woman for a long, long time, and if I don’t feel you next to me pretty soon I’m going to die. Understand?”
She nodded her head, although she wasn’t quite sure what he meant by “accommodate.” For all she knew he was some sick bastard who got off on telling women they were safe and then killing them.
She wanted to believe him, though. Desperately.
He pulled the covers down and slowly slid in next to her. The plane lurched; she felt panic rising in her chest. He was too close to her, his heat was all around her and she could smell him. Slightly sweaty, male, damp.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Throwing off the covers, she tried to roll out of the bed. He was on her in a flash, pulling her into his arms and wrapping his legs around hers. She struggled for a moment then fell limp against him.
His naked cock pulsed against the flesh of her stomach. Groaning, he pumped his hips into her softness and she gave a little moan of fright.