Page 73 of Greed

“Yes, of course. Help yourself, and eat whatever you like. I asked for a few more things than what you mentioned.”

Her every movement was delicate and graceful, and I found myself once more captivated watching her unveil the hidden treasures. She piled a small amount of food on her plate, and my eyes watched as the first piece traveled to her mouth. Mine was suddenly watering as she bit a piece off and moaned. The sound traveled down my spine, making me take a deep breath—she licked the sauce off her finger, and I wanted to be those fingers. Unable to stand it, I stood and took off the suit jacket I’d been wearing. I didn’t even care if she saw the raging hard-on I had going on. If she noticed, she didn’t say and instead just continued to drive me wild with the sexy little noises she was making as she tried each new item.

“This is so good. Are you not going to eat,” she asked.

I rolled up the sleeves on the dress shirt as I debated tossing her on the large bench seat and fucking her right there. Or, I could rip her stunning little dress in half and force her to sit on my lap. She was the only thing I wanted to eat. My mouth watered at the prospect of tearing off her underwear to take what I wanted. To have her scream my name—I shuddered as another surge of desire coursed through my body like a fucking stream of intoxicating drugs. This as well was new. I’d experienced pleasure. I had needs that I quenched weekly, but this…this was something I couldn’t comprehend, and my brain felt like it was doing the backstroke in a passion-filled pool of desire.

“Are you okay,” Minny asked, her eyes wide as she took in my flexed arms and closed fists. There was a sliver of fear in her eyes as I forced the carnal instincts down to a bearable level.

“I’m good. I’m just really happy you are enjoying the food.”

“That’s your happy face?”

I laughed hard. Soon she joined in until I gripped my stomach because it hurt and yet felt…good.

“I’m being weird, aren’t I?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say it, but yeah, you kind of are.” She ate another piece of the spiced sticky ribs, and a bit of sauce stuck to the corner of her mouth. I had no more control left. I leaned across the seat and loved that her breathing picked up. Her eyes went wide, a smoldering desire tucked under it all. She sat frozen in place, mimicking a wild little animal.

“I’m having trouble controlling myself around you.” I kissed the corner of her mouth, my tongue quickly licking up the sticky sauce, but it was Minny that turned her head to capture my lips. My hand slid around to the back of her neck and deepened the connection. I sucked in that lush bottom lip, tasting her mouth. She moaned and surprised me again as she nipped at my lip. My little bird had a hidden sex kitten inside her just waiting to be lured out.

“I want to get you naked right now,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. I could hear her pulse thumping over the sound of the plane engines. Each thump was in time to the throbbing in my pants. “Are you wet for me, little bird?”

A smile spread across my face as she wiggled in her seat, confirming what she hadn’t said aloud. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

She placed a hand on my chest, she didn’t push me away, but it felt like she was. I stared at her hand and then up to her cerulean blue eyes. “I do, but not now, not here. It’s too soon.”

“Patience has never been my strong suit, little bird. I have a tendency to take what I want.”

She swallowed audibly, and the sour scent of fear emanated off her skin. The fear was too much to be from just my words, and I inspected her face. Her bottom lip trembled along with the rest of her body, and once more, I forced myself to stop before invading her mind. It would be so much easier if I did. I could coax her to do what I wanted, pull out all her deep dark secrets and desires, but I wanted her to share because it was her choice.

However, my greater concern at the moment was who had caused this fear. If it were James, the little taste that imbecilic ass had gotten from me, of who I was, would pale in comparison to what I would do when we returned.

“Who hurt you?”

She looked away from my eyes to stare out the window. I rubbed my thumb against her cheek, and her eyelashes fluttered, her pulse slowing, but she still didn’t speak. “Tell me who it was, Minny.”

“How do you know anything happened to me,” she asked quietly. “It could be simply too fast.”

“I just know. Now tell me, who was it?” The anger was already overpowering the erotic images that had been plaguing my mind.

“What are you going to do,” she asked like she already feared I’d do unspeakable things. Unfortunately, she was right.

“I just need to know. Tell me what happened, Minny. I won’t take silence as an answer.” I could already taste death on my tongue, the darkness swirling around like a good brandy. The demon in me craved more. It craved the death of those who dared to hurt this beautiful soul.

“Can we not talk about it right this moment? I will tell you, but I want to enjoy these few days away and…” she shrugged. “It’s not something I like to think about, and I don’t want it to ruin this.”

I sat back in my chair and contemplated her words. I wouldn’t forget if that’s what she hoped, and if I had to, I’d search her memories to find out who it was, and when I did…

“Okay, fine, let’s enjoy the food before it’s cold.” Minny sagged as her body relaxed into the seat.

I managed to keep the conversation light, and when she yawned and nodded off, I stood grabbing a blanket. Lifting the armrest between the seats, I sat beside her and covered her with the material. She turned, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep, but cuddled into my side. It was my turn to sit frozen. I hadn’t cuddled with anyone since before my fall. Even the bouts of sex that Skye and I had shared as fuck-friends, she knew to leave immediately after. I had no time or interest in cuddling. I had work that needed to be done, and sleep and sex were brief, timely distractions.

As the seconds ticked on, I found her body curled into my own, the heat she was generating and radiated through our clothes, to be something I didn’t mind. I’d never admit it out loud, but I actually enjoyed having her close and laid my arm around her shoulder. She pressed closer, the top of her head settling into the crook of my neck, as her hand laid over my heart.

Giving the top of her head a kiss, I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what it was about her, but I wanted this lowly little human for as long as she’d have my dark, pathetic soul.

“Wake up, little bird. We’re here.” Soft kisses that made her squirm were tracing lines across her cheek and neck. “And the sleeping beauty awakes,” Riker whispered in her ear before giving her cheek another soft kiss.