My entire body vibrates with a buzz of energy. His nose runs along my cheekbone, his lips edging closer to mine. If I moved a millimetre, our lips would touch. But I don’t want to move. I want to savour every second of this.
The driver’s front door opening pulls us both from the haze of one another.
“Hi.” I smile, still not daring to move.
“Hi.” His breath floats into my mouth as he speaks. It’s warm and delicious. I want more. I want to taste him so badly.
I feel the movement of the car underneath us, but the ride is so smooth that you can barely notice it.
Pacer reaches up behind me. “Better get your seatbelt on.” He pulls the belt from its holder in the back.
“Okay,” I whisper the word more to myself than to him.
The moment slips away from where it was heading.
I’m so horny, I could cry … with real tears.
CHAPTER TEN
She looks so beautiful. It’s completely different to how I’ve seen her during the past two weeks. She’s so relaxed and sexy, and I love it.
Her hair is flowing down past her shoulders for once, and it’s just how I imagined it. My dick is demanding my attention—or rather it’s commanding her attention. Her soft skin felt like silk. I want to lick every fucking inch of it.
“So how did you know where to find me?” Her voice sounds shaky. Is she nervous?
She’s fucking switched on. I need to watch myself.
“You told me you always come here on the weekends.”
“I did? When did I tell you that?”
She looks confused. I’ve fucked it. Serves you right for being a desperate prick! Quick. Think quick, you fucking idiot.
I shrug. “It was when I walked you home from my Uncle’s restaurant.”
Just buy it. Please just fucking buy it.
Her smirk is sheepish, and she glances down. “Oh. Yeah. I think I remember that.”
The tension inside my gut loosens. That was too close. I need to keep my head together. She has me doing stupid things.
“This is a nice car.” She looks around the interior and rubs her hand along the leather door rest. I imagine her rubbing her hand along my cock. I want to fucking punish her for doing this to me. She has me more stirred up than an un-popped bottle of champagne that’s been shaken. Any minute now, I’m going to fucking explode all over her.
That’s it! I’m going back to fuck her pillow again tonight. I can’t fucking handle this.
“So where are we going?” Her grin is gorgeous. I just want to kiss those lips.
I realise she’s changes the subject again when I don’t respond to her. I can’t fucking think straight. “You wanted me to surprise you.” I smile. “So how are all the details of the case going? You must be onto something if you messaged me at one in the morning?”
Her eyes shift to Giorgie behind the steering wheel.
“He’s my godson. I should’ve introduced you, sorry. Giorgie, this is Chelsea. Chelsea, this is my nephew and my godson¸ Giorgio. He’s my sister’s oldest. He’s a good kid.”
“Hi Chelsea.” Giorgie is as gruff as usual. Makes me laugh. He reminds me of what I was like at his age, except he’s a cleanskin. Not a charge on him in his eighteen years. He’s smarter than I ever was. He’ll make a great boss for the family one day, and he doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty either.
Chelsea takes her time to talk. “Well, I’ve uncovered a lot. There’s so much more to this than just your charge.”
None of this is news to me, but I’m not surprised that she was able to uncover it either.
“Go on,” I encourage.
“I’d rather talk about it, alone.”
“I trust Giorgie with my life.” I wish she would just loosen up.
“It can wait. I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day. We’ll talk after I get some food into my system.”
I’ll fill your system with plenty of food, my honeybee.
“Can’t have you hungry now,” I lower my voice, hoping to make my sarcasm obvious. Her bossiness gives me a boner, every time.
We pull into the driveway of Catalina restaurant and Chelsea’s frown doesn’t look approving.
“You don’t like Catalina?” I probe.
“I love Catalina. It’s just that my parents know the owners really well. It’s probably bad timing coming here. I think we should go somewhere more discreet.”
The car stops. Giorgie opens her door just as I step out from the back seat.
She hesitates so I take control of the situation. “Lucky I booked a seaplane to take us up to the Hawkesbury River then.” I hold my hand out for her to take.
Her beaming smile is so infectious. It makes me want to do everything I can to see it all the time. She takes my hand and grips around the leather of my glove. She pauses and stares at her hand in mine.
That’s right, honeybee, your hand looks good there, doesn’t it?
Still holding onto to her, I lead her around the side of the building and down the to the pontoon, where a pilot is waiting for us next to a seaplane.
“Hi, Mr and Mrs Park?”
Chelsea glances to me.
I answer before she can, “Yes. That’s us.”
“Welcome aboard.”
The pilot shakes my hand and I help Chelsea into the back of the cabin. My hand subtly rests against her ass cheek as she takes the small steps of the plane. Moments like this I wish I had more tactility through the thickness of the leather covering my hands. Although, there’s no telling what I’d do to her if I felt the heat of her ass through her pants.
Taking my seat next to her, I lean across and hand her the headset to put on. I do everything I can to get close to her. Her smell is sending my insides crazy.
I can feel her watching me, but I try not to make eye contact. I can’t. Who knows what I’ll do to her if we lock eyes at this point.
The pilot climbs into his seat and pulls his headset on, too, his voice sounding through my headphones. “The flight to Cottage Point will be nice and smooth. We have clear skies all the way and a nice headwind to take off in. Couldn’t get more perfect conditions if you tried.”
Chelsea looks at me, and smiles. There it is again.
Fuck you are beautiful my, honeybee.
She puts her hand on my thigh and narrowly misses the head of my cock. The position it’s in is due to my half chub. I just wish the fucker would relax. He’s hungry as a beast for some honeybee.
I take her hand in mine as my balls tighten and constrict from the tension. Her eyes drop. Did she just realise what she almost touched?
The smile on her face is subtle, and the microphone is picking up her heavy breathing, centimetres from her open mouth. The plane’s engine loudly kicks in and drowns out any other noise.
The pilot turns to face us. “I’ll be switching off my headset for privacy once we take off.”
He finishes writing in his logbook then turns his attention to the control board, flicking switches.
The plane surges forward and we glide along the surface of the water. As we gain speed, the small waves thump against the two floats underneath. We bounce around for a while until the engine roars and we weightlessly lift off the ground into a smooth ride.
I watch Chelsea. Her face is turned away from me as she looks out of the window, but I can tell she’s smiling. I wonder if she’s ever had a guy take her away in a plane like this? Despite the way she acts, she comes from wealth, so a flight like this isn’t out of the ordinary for her, surely? But the way she’s behaving, it’s as if this is all new to her.