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It’s then I realize there’s only one bedroom on the plane.
Tarian’s heat is searing into my back, and when I notice his erection is prodding my ass, I can’t breathe for a moment. He’s spooning me. He’s not naked, thankfully, but he’s holding on to me as if I’m about to disappear.
A low growl vibrates through his chest, and biting my lip, to keep from laughing, I feel my cheeks blush.
He mumbles something, and I close my eyes, trying to focus on what he’s saying. More words tumble freely from his lips, but they’re jumbled, and they make no sense.
I begin to wonder what he’s dreaming about. Whatever it is, it’s making his dick throb against my ass.
I lie there motionless until l get the urge to use the bathroom. Turning my head, I glance over my shoulder to see Tarian’s still fast asleep. I need to find a way to escape from under his arm without waking him. I stealthily slide my body away from his. But as I move, his muscled arm falls from my waist onto the mattress. I still for a moment and pray he doesn’t wake. Once I’m sure I haven’t disturbed him, I push myself off the bed and head to the en-suite.
In the small bathroom, I quickly do what I need to then return to the bedroom to find Tarian has rolled over, and he’s no longer facing my side of the bed. The moment I slip under the covers, I hear his breath hitch.
“I can feel every part of you,” he murmurs, but I have no clue if he’s awake or still talking in his sleep.
I stay silent and listen as his breathing evens out. I slowly count to ten, but I hear nothing more from him.
My body is alight with need. I’m longing for him to turn over and touch me, for him to fuck me, but I don’t make a move. It would be stupid to do anything right now. I know he’s had a few whiskeys, and I don’t want to be that girl who throws herself at someone who’s not thinking clearly.
I glance over to the nightstand and notice my phone lying on the smooth surface. He must’ve moved it because it wasn’t there when I fell asleep.
“Are you just going to lie there in silence?” His question comes to me from the darkness, and I turn to face his back.
“What?”
Tarian rolls over and looks directly at me, piercing me with his eyes. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, his stare is exquisite, making me need him as much as I want him. I know he’s a monster in a pretty suit, but I want to play with his darkness.
“You feel good against me,” he tells me. “You smell good too. I want to lick every inch of you.”
His whispered confession is laced with desire and lust. It drapes itself over me, and I allow the thought of what he wants to do to me to hold me hostage.
I can’t stop the question that bursts from my lips.
CHAPTER 8
TARIAN
“What are you saying, Tarian?” Grecia’s voice is filled with confusion, edged with desire.
Ever since the day she found me on the beach in Capri, I’ve been exercising restraint. But she’s gradually chipping away at my self-control.
“I don’t know,” I sigh.
I push off the bed, slip into my sweatpants, and head into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I flick the lock on. I’m not sure why I’m securing the door, but I do know I need to be alone. Being in such close proximity to Grecia is fucking with my head.
While I was lying next to her, I was so tempted to give in and touch her. I wanted to feel her body spasm under my caress. I’m turning into a fucking pussy-ass girl with all these emotions. They’re taking me into unknown territory.
I open the faucet and splash ice cold water on my face, hoping the chill will wash away these thoughts of fucking Grecia. Maybe it’s time to call Ares and Etienne and ask for their advice.
“Tarian, are you okay?”
Even hearing her voice through the door makes my dick hard. I don’t know how to resist her anymore.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“I said I’m fine, Grecia,” I bite out in frustration, but it’s not at her. It’s at myself.
