My eyes widen as I listen. “I thought you wanted to wait.”
His cock slides through the open lips of my sex, and I shiver. “I just didn’t want to break you before we got there.” His tongue slowly slides over his big lips. “You won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you, Eliza.”
We stare at each other. His eyes are dark, and nerves sweep through me. The thing is, he’s serious. He says it casually, as if it was a joke, but I know that it’s a warning to prepare myself for him.
Nathan Mercer is as intense in the bedroom as he is in life.
And that’s hardcore.
I only hope I can handle him. I know I desperately want to.
I feel his hard length up against my stomach and butterflies dance in my stomach.
Not walking may be in my very near future.
I smile to myself, lucky I’m not getting off a deckchair on the beach for the entire trip then, isn’t it?
Oh God, I’m so excited….. bring it on.
An hour later, we’re wheeling our suitcases across the parking lot at the airport when Nathan takes my hand to cross the road. He watches the oncoming traffic and pulls me along when the time is right.
I frown as we walk along, this is so familiar and nothing new, Nathan has grabbed my hand crossing every street for ten years and yet, today, it feels substantial-so much more than the simple gesture it is.
Our car trip was made in relative silence, and I know it’s just because the goalposts between us have been moved. He’s normally lecturing me on something or I am rambling on about a random subject. Everything seems so different now.
But maybe I’m imagining the differences because I feel so different inside.
It’s like he’s woken someone up inside of me that I didn’t know existed, and I’m dying to let her out.
We arrive at the check-in counter. “Hello,” Nathan says to the ticket lady.
She’s blonde and beautiful, and her eyes drink him in as she looks him up and down. “Hi.” She smiles. “How can I help you?”
“I would like to check us in, please.” He says in his deep velvety voice.
“Sure.” She tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear as her eyes linger on his face. It’s obvious she’s quite taken with him. I stare at her, deadpan. I’m used to women flirting with Nathan. I make fun of him for it. But now it’s different.
This time, it’s pissing me off.
“You’re going to Majorca.” She smiles as she types our details into the computer. “It’s beautiful there, have you been before?”
“No.” He puts his arm around me and pulls me close, as if sensing my annoyance, “We haven’t.”
Her eyes flicker to me as if only now remembering I’m here.
I force a smile.
“I’ve been a few times,” she says as she types. “It really is something special. The beaches are to die for.”
“I’m excited to get there.” Nathan’s eyes glance over to me, and I force another smile. Towering over everyone, he’s wearing a white linen shirt that hangs over his broad shoulders, along with fitted blue denim jeans that are tight in all the right places. His sandy hair is messed up to perfection. He casually puts down his Louis Vuitton suitcase on the conveyor belt. Everything Nathan owns is top of the line; he doesn’t do cheap.
The machine flashes up the weight. “It’s light,” she purrs.
“I won’t be needing many clothes.”
Her eyes rise to meet his and she smiles sexily.
“It’s hot there,” he reminds her.
She remembers I’m here again and turns back to her computer. “Of course.”
Damn it, why does he have to be so charismatic? Nathan Mercer has two modes: bossy and cranky mode, which is super-hot, or swoony and smooth, which is double fucking hot.
No wonder she’s perving at him. He’s damn delicious.
This is just great. I’m starting a relationship with the world’s most gorgeous man. I mean, I already knew women flocked over him, but this is just another reminder, I guess.
I’m going to have to get used to it. I know it shouldn’t bother me but it kind of does. A little annoying voice whispers a warning in the back of my mind. He’s never been with another woman. When he gets so much attention from them, will he ever get curious?
Stop it.
She hands over our tickets. “Here you are, two business class tickets to Majorca. Your flight boards twenty-five minutes before departing at 11. 00am.” Her eyes hold his. “Have a great time.”
“Thank you.” He smiles.
“Bye,” I say.
“Goodbye,” she replies as she looks down at her computer.
I stare at her, deadpan. Where’s my eye contact, witch?
Nathan takes my hand and leads me toward the door. “You won’t be wearing many clothes?” I scoff. “Are you serious?”
“What?” He frowns.
“Could you be any flirtier?”
He stares at me as if shocked and then breaks into a swoony smile. “Eliza Bennet, are you jealous?”
“No,” I snap.
He chuckles as we walk through the door into the check-in area.
“I don’t get jealous,” I snap.
He turns to me and picks up my hand to kiss it. “Okay.” His eyes hold mine as a trace of a smile crosses his face.
“Don’t tell any anyone that you won’t be needing clothes again.” I smirk, amused that my annoyance has been exposed.
He chuckles, leans in, and kisses my cheek. “Yes, dear.”
“And don’t patronize me.”
“Yes, sweetheart.” He turns and pulls me along.
“You’re doing it now. Saying yes, dear, and yes, sweetheart, is patronizing, Nathan.”
“Eliza, shut up,” he says, putting me firmly back in my place. “Is that better?”
I giggle, there he is, the cranky man who doesn’t listen to me ramble. “Yes, it is, actually.”
“Okay, noted.”
“What’s noted?”
“Eliza, shut up is now code for yes, dear.”
I giggle as we walk along. This is kind of fun, getting to know each other in a new light. We have so much to learn.
We walk down through security, and then out into the airport lounge. We stand and look around, a little at a loss on what to do. We’ve got three hours to kill.
“We should celebrate,” he offers.
“The bar?” I ask, surprised. It’s 8:00 a. m.
He takes my hand and pulls me toward our favorite bar. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
I stare out of the window of the plane with a goofy smile on my face. Nathan is reading his book with his hand on my thigh. Everything just seems so natural between us.
This is happening. This is really happening. Nathan and I are actually doing this.
He looks over and notices my stupid face. “What?”
I lean in and whisper, “Can you believe this?”
“What?”
“This.” I gesture to his hand on my thigh. “You know, you and me… naked and shit.”
Surprised, he tips back his head and laughs out loud. “You have such a way with words.”
“Well, what would you call it?”
He narrows his eyes, and his teeth catch his bottom lip. “I would like to think that this is the beginning of something wonderful.”
I smile up at him. “But we are going to be naked.”
He smiles and pulls my face to his so he can kiss me tenderly. “That we are.”