fun and sexy I hope.”
“I’m wondering why you make me come as quickly and as deeply as you do.”
An even more pleased expression crossed his features. “The why of it isn’t important. The act itself is quite amazing.”
“What do you mean?” She squirmed in her seat, already feeling the familiar pulses springing to life deep inside.
“I’ve never had a woman respond the way you do. You’re wetter, hotter, more urgent than anyone else.”
She didn’t want to think about all the other women he’d been with. Her own experiences were long ago, and paled in comparison. The jet rumbled to a crawl then began to taxi across the tarmac. She peered out the window, amazed at the sheer size of some of the aircraft landing on strips all around them. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows and her stomach growled.
“You’ll need to get your passport out, Jaye,” he said, bringing her attention back to him. He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the overhead bunk. “Which bag is it in, one of your backpacks or the suitcase?”
“Passport?”
At the question, he turned to look at her with one brow raised. “Yes, your passport.”
Oh crap. She pinched her nose between two fingers. “Don’t have one.”
“Did you leave it at home?”
“No, I didn’t say that.” The embarrassment of this way outdid her previous embarrassment about her deep everlasting orgasms. “I said I don’t have one.”
“Not at all?”
“I’ve never needed one.” She gave a small shrug. “I don’t take vacations,” she added.
He rested his forearms on the edge of his suitcase. “I’m sorry, I should have thought to ask before this.”
“So, now what?”
“Fly to England.”
“No meal in the café by the Seine?” She’d never meet the crazy old lady who cursed out the customers.
“Another time.”
She refused to wonder or to ask when that time would come.
“If I don’t have documentation, England won’t want me either.” Her heart rate picked up a couple beats. “I’ll understand if you just drop me back at my place,” she offered. “I didn’t mean to cause you any hassle, I just didn’t think of it.”
He’d promised her two weeks of living the high life. And that was what she wanted. She shushed the inner voice that whispered two weeks wasn’t long enough. Not by a long shot.
“Aside from the London townhouse I mentioned, I have a country home in The Berkshires. To the English a man’s home is his castle.” He grinned and shrugged.
“But—”
“And I know the customs and immigration men in the town’s airfield. Carl’s exhausted. If I promise to take you to my place for the night and straight back out to the airport first thing in the morning, I bet they’ll allow it.”
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t think…”
“That’s the point of this adventure, isn’t it? Not to think? No thinking for either of us.” He tipped a finger to her chin and lifted her mouth to his for a deep kiss. She fell into it and nearly off the seat as she strained upward against her seatbelt. She’d forgotten to release the catch. They were both off balance, and grabbing at each other trying to deepen the connection of their mouths when she heard the door to the cockpit open.
Carl cleared his throat. “All set?”
Alex lifted his head. She sagged into her seat.
“All set for The Berkshires,” he said. “We’re going there. And let Mr. Wickham know I need a private word with him when we land,” he said with a gentle smile for Jaye. “We’d never get away with this at Heathrow or I’d take you to my townhouse in London, like I promised.”
“Hmm, well, I suppose I can settle for a visit to an English country home. It’ll be a terrible imposition, of course.” She laughed at Carl’s startled, appreciative grin.
Chapter Six
Jaye tried not to gape at the half mile drive that wound through a series of gardens that fronted Alex’s Berkshire home. Carl drove Alex’s Bentley with sedate
“I’m wondering why you make me come as quickly and as deeply as you do.”
An even more pleased expression crossed his features. “The why of it isn’t important. The act itself is quite amazing.”
“What do you mean?” She squirmed in her seat, already feeling the familiar pulses springing to life deep inside.
“I’ve never had a woman respond the way you do. You’re wetter, hotter, more urgent than anyone else.”
She didn’t want to think about all the other women he’d been with. Her own experiences were long ago, and paled in comparison. The jet rumbled to a crawl then began to taxi across the tarmac. She peered out the window, amazed at the sheer size of some of the aircraft landing on strips all around them. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows and her stomach growled.
“You’ll need to get your passport out, Jaye,” he said, bringing her attention back to him. He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the overhead bunk. “Which bag is it in, one of your backpacks or the suitcase?”
“Passport?”
At the question, he turned to look at her with one brow raised. “Yes, your passport.”
Oh crap. She pinched her nose between two fingers. “Don’t have one.”
“Did you leave it at home?”
“No, I didn’t say that.” The embarrassment of this way outdid her previous embarrassment about her deep everlasting orgasms. “I said I don’t have one.”
“Not at all?”
“I’ve never needed one.” She gave a small shrug. “I don’t take vacations,” she added.
He rested his forearms on the edge of his suitcase. “I’m sorry, I should have thought to ask before this.”
“So, now what?”
“Fly to England.”
“No meal in the café by the Seine?” She’d never meet the crazy old lady who cursed out the customers.
“Another time.”
She refused to wonder or to ask when that time would come.
“If I don’t have documentation, England won’t want me either.” Her heart rate picked up a couple beats. “I’ll understand if you just drop me back at my place,” she offered. “I didn’t mean to cause you any hassle, I just didn’t think of it.”
He’d promised her two weeks of living the high life. And that was what she wanted. She shushed the inner voice that whispered two weeks wasn’t long enough. Not by a long shot.
“Aside from the London townhouse I mentioned, I have a country home in The Berkshires. To the English a man’s home is his castle.” He grinned and shrugged.
“But—”
“And I know the customs and immigration men in the town’s airfield. Carl’s exhausted. If I promise to take you to my place for the night and straight back out to the airport first thing in the morning, I bet they’ll allow it.”
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t think…”
“That’s the point of this adventure, isn’t it? Not to think? No thinking for either of us.” He tipped a finger to her chin and lifted her mouth to his for a deep kiss. She fell into it and nearly off the seat as she strained upward against her seatbelt. She’d forgotten to release the catch. They were both off balance, and grabbing at each other trying to deepen the connection of their mouths when she heard the door to the cockpit open.
Carl cleared his throat. “All set?”
Alex lifted his head. She sagged into her seat.
“All set for The Berkshires,” he said. “We’re going there. And let Mr. Wickham know I need a private word with him when we land,” he said with a gentle smile for Jaye. “We’d never get away with this at Heathrow or I’d take you to my townhouse in London, like I promised.”
“Hmm, well, I suppose I can settle for a visit to an English country home. It’ll be a terrible imposition, of course.” She laughed at Carl’s startled, appreciative grin.
Chapter Six
Jaye tried not to gape at the half mile drive that wound through a series of gardens that fronted Alex’s Berkshire home. Carl drove Alex’s Bentley with sedate
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