Perfectly Imperfect(78)

She nods and leans her head back against the arm resting on her shoulder. “I am ready, so ready.”

“The rest of your stuff will arrive Wednesday, but that should give us plenty of time to get you unpacked before filming picks back up. Are you sure you packed everything you’ll need right away?”

“Yeah, Kane. I have everything I need right here.” Her hand gives my thigh a squeeze, and I know she isn’t talking about the three overflowing suitcases in the back of the SUV.

“Yeah, baby, likewise.”

The rest of our ride is silent, and when we pull into the private airstrip, Willow climbs out and looks at the jet in awe. I should have known she wouldn’t assume we would be flying privately, but it didn’t even cross my mind. I’m starting to see my world in a new light. An excited infectiousness that has me looking forward to introducing her to much more.

We make small talk with my pilot, William. Usually, I would have had an attendant fly with me, but I wanted to have this time alone with Willow. Anything that we need, I can take care of myself. Cam, wearing many hats as usual, will be co-piloting during our trip home.

Willow climbs up the stairs and into the cabin of my plane, looking around with wide eyes. “This is yours?”

I nod. “Well, it’s Kane Entertainment property, but yes, it’s mine.”

“Holy crap.” She sighs.

I laugh and show her around the interior. There really isn’t much. My other plane is larger, but when it’s just me, I like to do my part in making my carbon footprint at least a little smaller.

There are two leather seats on either side of a small table against one wall, a couch on the other, and a refrigerated cooler against the back wall that holds wine, small snacks when stocked, and a handful of liquors.

“What’s through there?” Willow asks with her hand pointing toward the rear of the plane.

I feel like the hunter stalking his prey when I move toward her without answering. Judging on how her brown eyes darken, she has a pretty good idea of what’s behind that door.

“Let me show you.” My voice sounds raspy to my ears, and I can feel the slight tremors of unsteady nerves running through my body.

I need her.

My body needs her.

Fuck.

Taking hold of her hand, I open the door that leads to the bedroom, walking past the small bathroom off this hallway. Since this is my private jet and not one I use for entertainment purposes, it’s designed so I can rest between locations, but I also made sure I would be able to freshen up when needed. The seating area and bathroom being minimal, but back here it is pure luxury.

“Holy crap.” She repeats her earlier shock.

“I think you said that already.” I laugh.

“Yeah, well, excuse me for not being able to express in words how stunning this is. I never knew they even made aircrafts like this.” She moves into the room and spins slowly around. “Kane, this is bigger than my old bedroom.”

“It is not.” She looks at me in shock, and I laugh harder. “It just looks bigger. It’s the windows.”

She turns around again, moving in a slow circle and looking over every inch. I wasn’t lying, the windows do make it appear to be a larger space than it is, and the bed is just a double, so it gives the illusion of unlimited space. Just a bed, two leather chairs on either side of the door we just walked through, and both sides of the jet designed with windows that span the length of the room.

“It’s beautiful.” She sighs, her voice holding a dreamy tone.

Not taking my eyes off her, I respond, “Stunning.”

I get her attention, knowing damn well I’m not talking about a stupid f*cking jet I could give away tomorrow without a second thought. What I’m looking at right now, that expression on her face—I would do anything to keep this carefree happiness in place.

“Come on. Let’s go have a seat and maybe a glass of wine before we take off.”

More like give me some time to calm the f*ck down so I can wait long enough for us to get airborne and for me to get Willow in that bed.

I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said how much I wanted to hear her begging me to f*ck her. It’s going to happen. Soon.




It takes longer than normal for William and Cam to get up on the runway. Willow is all smiles as she relaxes in the living area; her face is pressed close to the window and she wears an open look of eagerness as we take off and leave New York behind. I can’t tell if she’s excited to be in my jet, if it’s flying in general, or if the day’s events are allowing her to move on carefree toward the future.

Or maybe she knows I’m about to come in my pants just watching her chest move with every breath she takes.

I bite back the groan that almost slips out when we hit a pocket of air and jolt slightly. The movement shifts my hips and pulls my pants tighter against my straining erection.

Fuck.

Lifting my glass, I take a slow pull of the bourbon, the burn down my throat just intensifying the one that had been blazing through my veins.

I crave her.

And I’m happily drowning in my obsession to own every part of her. All her smiles, laughs, moans, and screams.

“Are you okay?”

I open my eyes and look toward Willow. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my lids tightly closed until Willow’s voice broke through my thoughts.