Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I’m wrapped around your little finger?”
A moan slips out of her mouth. “Yes. The idea of that makes me feel…” She wets her lips, her back arching slightly. “Sexy. Protected.”
“You are,” I rasp, raking my mouth down to her throat, licking my territory, razing her sensitive skin with my teeth. “What else does it mean to you?” I ask, starting to unbutton the front of her dress with my left hand.
Her tits heave up and down. “It means you’ll hold me when I’m scared. L-like right now.”
My world crashes and burns. “You’re scared?” Jesus, it’s like my blood has been replaced with acid. Her fear is unacceptable. Torturous. “Why, Shelby?”
“I’ve never flown on a plane before,” she whispers unevenly, her fingers digging into my back. “I didn’t think I was going to be scared, but now that the plane is moving, all I can think about is how high we’re going to be.”
Ignoring my throbbing dick, I sit back and bring Shelby with me, positioning her in my lap and rocking her back and forth. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I promise. This plane is safe. You are safe. I’m not going to let a thing happen to you. Ever.” She curls into me, hiding her face in my throat and oh my God, it feels like my chest has been ripped wide open. Is this normal? “Shelby, please. You will stop being scared immediately,” I say, sounding winded.
She lifts her head, some of her fear clearing. In fact, she giggles a little and the churning in my middle eases slightly. “You can’t just order me to stop feeling something. You know that, right?”
“Can I order you to start feeling something?”
“Like what?” she asks.
“Like happiness. With me. Now.”
“Just because I’m scared in this moment doesn’t mean I’m not happy overall.”
I process that, surprised to find it has a calming effect in my chest. Perhaps if I add to her happiness, it will eclipse the fear completely. “What else can I do to make you happy? I’d like a list, please.”
Another giggle. “A list?”
“Yes. Right now.”
She leans her cheek against my shoulder, looking thoughtful. “It will make me happy if you try to be more understanding with people. If you give them a chance to be something other than deceitful. The way you’re going to do with my family.”
I would agree to anything right now to keep the tremor out of her voice. “Done. I’ll give people a small chance. What else?”
“I don’t need anything else,” she whispers, reaching up to touch my cheek.
A sound of disagreement leaves me. “There must be something, Shelby. A dream that you have that I can help you fulfill…” When her gaze darts down to her lap, I know I’ve struck gold. “What is it?”
Her teeth sink into her luscious bottom lip. “You know how I like to write in my diary?” I nod and she continues. “Well, I’ve always kind of wanted to design my own diaries. Special lettering. Personalized for the owner. Is that silly?”
I’ve lived a bitter life, but I must have done something right to have this little ball of sunshine land in my lap. And now that the fear seems to have left her—she doesn’t even seem to realize we’re in the air—I lay her back down on the wide leather seat, slowly pressing my weight down on top of her. “No, angel. I think it sounds like something that bring people happiness, the way you’ve brought it to me.” I bring our lips together and lick into her mouth, reveling in the flavor of her moan. “I’ll make it happen, baby,” I mutter thickly, dragging my mouth along the curve of her neck, gathering the hem of her dress in my hands. “Anything you can dream of is yours.”
Before I can get my tongue back in her sweet mouth, she whispers. “It was you, Alistair. You’re what I dreamed of most.”
Oh.
Oh Jesus. Fuck.
I’m in love with this angel.
It’s like being stabbed in the chest, but the result isn’t pain, it’s a rush of euphoria and lightness. It’s hard to breathe. I’m sinking.
“You have me,” I grit out, my desperation to be inside of her reaching a fever pitch. I need to be joined with her, as close as humanly possible. To cement the fact that she’s mine. Mine. Mine forever.
With shaking hands, I turn Shelby over onto her stomach, yanking her dress up and leaving it around her waist, my palms raking over her bare, supple bottom, my broken groan filling the cabin of the jet. I squeeze her tight cheeks in my hand, pushing them up so I can see her dripping wet pussy—and I’m lost. I’m so desperate to fuck her, time seems to lose its structure as I let go of her backside and seek out my zipper, shoving it down and climbing on top of Shelby at the same time.