Hot damn.
Before she could lick him like a lollypop there was a knock on the door, followed by a woman’s voice. “Mr. Novikov, we’ll be landing soon.”
“Thank you,” he replied in a loud, deep voice that made Rya tingle all over.
“No time for a quickie?” she said, hoping she didn’t look too pathetic.
Rolling her on her back, Dimitri laid a seriously hot and dirty kiss on her then pulled back and smiled down at her. “I refuse to do quickie with you. You deserve to be savored, appreciated.”
“I’d appreciate a quickie.”
With a laugh he left the bed, giving her a very mouthwatering view of his ass. Hell, even his butt was the best ass she’d ever seen. Just a light dusting of hair and perfectly sculpted glutes. Seriously, the man could be an ass model if the crime business didn’t pan out. And his thighs…thick with muscle and begging for her lips. She seriously needed to spend some time worshiping his body.
“Rya?”
She tore her gaze away from his butt and up to his face smiling back as she read the amusement that lightened his grey eyes to silver. “Get dressed. I have surprise for you.”
Thirty minutes later, Rya walked down the steps of the private jet behind Dimitri and looked around with curiosity, trying to figure out where they were. The air was warm, but not hot, and the small airport was surrounded by pine trees. She’d dressed in a pair of dark jeans and brown boots coupled with a cream top that showed off her cleavage as well as perfectly fitting undergarments. She especially liked the lacy peach bra that mounded her breasts together nicely. The clothes had been provided by Dimitri and she’d been surprised that not only did he know her size, but he somehow managed to arrange to have the clothes waiting for them on the plane.
Dimitri went down the steps first and paused at the bottom, looking up at her and holding out his hand to help her down the last steps. She didn’t miss the way he scanned the area, or how his face closed down into an expressionless mask. He’d warned her that he wouldn’t be openly affectionate in public, but it was kind of weird, like he was a completely different person.
Dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans with a dark red t-shirt that stretched tight over his muscular build, he was at once hot as shit and dangerous, which only made him all the more arousing to Rya. And evidently, to the flight attendant as well. She’d been making flirty eyes at Dimitri, and Rya would have been pissed if Dimitri acknowledged the woman. Rya brushed back some of her hair that had blown into her face and looked up curiously at Dimitri, wondering what he was waiting for.
“Come.”
He led her across the tarmac and through the airport without anyone stopping them. She gently tugged at his hand. “What about our luggage? I need my laptop.”
“Do not worry. It will be at our destination.”
“Um, okay. What is our destination?”
“Is surprise.” He looked down at her and she wished she could see his eyes. “Trust me, zaika moya.”
His pet name for her made her smile. “Okay, volk moy.”
Only the slightest twitch of his lips betrayed his pleasure at her calling him her wolf. Soon they were outside of the small terminal and Dimitri scanned the area again before leading her to the left. A chunky middle aged man dressed in a nice blue polo shirt smiled as they approached and Rya’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of a beautiful silver BMW touring bike parked in front of a green SUV.
“Mr. Novikov,” the man said with a big smile as he approached them with his hand held out to Dimitri, “My name is Jack Barnes, I spoke with your assistant this morning and you’re all set. You have quite a fun time ahead of you, sir.”
Dimitri shook his hand, but when Rya went to shake the man’s hand Dimitri stepped in front of her, blocking the other man from touching her. He nodded in the direction of the motorcycle. “Is mine?”
For a moment Jack looked surprised by the way Dimitri kept him from shaking hands with Rya, but then, his big salesman smile returned. “Yep, top of the line BMW K1600 GTL. She has all the bells and whistles. Perfect for what you need.”
“And you have gear?”
“Sure do. If you’ll follow me I have it in the back of my SUV.”
Rya followed Dimitri, amused by the way he made sure to always keep her near him. It was kind of like having an overprotective bodyguard and she wondered what Dimitri thought would happen to them here…wherever the hell here was. The license plate on the SUV said ‘Flagstaff Arizona’ and she sucked in a quick breath, then jerked on Dimitri’s arm.
“Are we going to the Grand Canyon?”