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“Like what?”
“Why don’t we start with a glass of wine?”
I nodded. Wine sounded freaking fantastic. I unzipped my coat and placed it on the couch.
Colton poured a glass of white wine for me as I rubbed my hands together. I suddenly felt cold. Maybe it was nerves. I breathed in the tangy smell and closed my eyes when the sweetness exploded on my tongue.
Yes, this is much better.
“Thank you,” I said when he sat down next to me. “Aren’t you going to pour one for yourself?”
“Nah. I want nothing on my tongue except for you.”
I spewed the drink across the floor and onto the table. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry,” I said, grabbing a napkin from the table and wiping down the mess. The flight attendant scurried over and I swear I heard her tsk under her breath. Regardless, the look she gave me was disapproving enough.
Colton, on the other hand, laughed so hard he pressed a fist to his mouth.
“You did that on purpose,” I whispered harshly.
“I didn’t. I swear,” he said between breaths. “But I can’t promise I won’t in the future.”
His boyish grin ripped off the last of my defenses, and I sunk into my chair. He leaned over me and said, “I don’t mind that you made a mess of the cabin, but next time, try to swallow.” He stared down at my lips and I watched him as he moved inch by excruciating inch closer to me until he finally pressed his lips against mine. His tongue swept the inside of my mouth and his hand pressed down on the headrest, sinking me further into my seat.
“I want you so bad, Ava.”
My head spun, and my heart hammered against my chest. Colton made me feel alive and terrified at the same time. I didn’t know what to do about it. “Colton,” I said. “I need to take it slow.”
He closed his eyes and swore harshly under his breath. “I’m so sorry. You’re right. I’m all over you like some teenage boy.”
He sat back in his seat next to me and ran his hand through his hair. “You set the pace. I’ll take my cues from you.”
Being in control again felt like someone turned a jackhammer off. Inhaling a quick breath, I turned to the side to look at Colton. He sat with his eyes closed, his mouth in a straight line.
I leaned over. “Thank you,” I whispered in his ear. Goosebumps raised along the side of his neck, and he squeezed the leather armrests, his knuckles turning as white as the leather.
“No problem,” he ground out and I smiled. I felt heady from the power he gave to me, and I wanted to test my strength over him. I’d never felt that way before. I’d never been the one to set the pace, to decide the next move. My mind raced with seductive things I would say next, but I couldn’t say any of them out loud.
“Colton,” I said instead.
“Yes, baby?”
“You may not like the pace I set.”
He smiled but kept his eyes closed. “As long as we’re moving, sweetheart, I’ll not complain.”
7
Frances
Another car waited on the tarmac for us when the plane landed in Miami. This time, Colton opened the car door for me and I scooted in. He pressed the palm of his hand over mine and interlaced our fingers. The man didn’t shy away from intimacy. I wasn’t used to any kind of public display of affection.
We drove along the coast and I stared up at the palm trees, their branches swaying in the wind. The sun shined down into the car and I took off my coat, letting the sun hit my face and neck.
“Which hotel are we staying at?” I asked while putting on my sunglasses.
“We’re not staying in one at all. I have a house here.”
Of course he did. Private planes, fancy cars, multiple homes. The gap between Colton’s life and the world I knew grew even further. It wasn’t just my lie that kept us apart. Some days, it felt like we lived on different planets.
