Rapture and Lace(3)

"Thanks Livingston." Carter's hand held mine securely. Although it was probably a possessive gesture, it was oddly comforting. Carter did possess me, body and soul.

"Mr. Morgan." An older, blonde flight attendant gave us a genuine smile. Her eyes landed on me. "I’m Karen."

"Eva." I smiled and took her outstretched hand.

"I’ll be accompanying you to Colorado tonight. Can I get you a drink?" she asked.

"Yes. White wine, please." I was desperate for the butterflies to stop knocking around in my stomach.

"Of course. Mr. Morgan?"

"Whiskey, Karen. Thanks." We made our way to the comfortable leather seats. I slumped down into one as Carter set our bags near the back of the plane and then came to sit next to me.

"You okay?" His eyes watched me.

"Yep." I reached for his hand and squeezed tightly to reassure him.

"Aspen is beautiful right now. I don't get a chance to come often in the fall."

I nodded with a soft smile.

"Have you ever been to Colorado?"

"No." I shook my head distractedly. My inner dialogue was going crazy. I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack. In fact, hadn't it been the second time this week Carter had nearly given me one?

"If there's anything else I can get you let me know." Karen placed our drinks on the table in front of us.

"Thanks." Carter nodded to her. He held my hand tightly and picked up his whiskey glass with his left hand. My palms became sweaty and suddenly I was uncomfortable with his hand in mine. I loved him. I knew I did, but my brain couldn't even begin to process what the next forty-eight hours would hold for me.

My hand flinched in his. Carter glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as he took a soft sip of his drink. His grip tightened as I reached out with my other to grab the wine glass. I brought it to my lips and drank fully. The liquid washed over my taste buds and moved down my throat, helping to calm my nerves. I took another gulp, and then another, finishing off my drink. Karen caught my eyes and I nodded for another.

Carter's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"You're not an alcoholic are you?" His mouth quirked into a teasing grin. I gave him a saucy smile and slugged him in the arm with my other hand. His lip pouted in mock-pain and he grabbed his upper bicep. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I love you." He turned his body to me and ran his fingers through my hair. His eyes gleamed with passion and adoration.

"I love you, too." I leaned into him and kissed him softly and slowly. I pulled away and smiled just as Karen came back with my wine.

"Thanks." I gave her an embarrassed smile because she'd just caught us canoodling. She smiled back and then stepped away.

"You okay?" Carter questioned me again.

"Yes. I am so much better than okay." I kissed his knuckles, still interlocked with mine, and then readjusted in my seat to get comfortable, preparing for a long flight across the country.





A few hours later the lights were dimmed and the cabin of the plane emanated a soft glow. I had been trying to read on my tablet, but my brain couldn't focus on the words. Carter sat beside me with his briefcase open looking at reports. He'd taken his contacts out and had put on a pair of glasses. The dark, plastic frames had a geek-chic vibe that looked devilishly sexy on him. Worn with faded jeans, the cuffs rolled slightly, and a dress shirt and sweater, he looked delectable. He, coupled with the wine and the quiet solitude of the cabin, had my nerves humming with lust.

I sat my tablet down on the table and turned so I could face him fully. He held a pen in his hand with the tip in his mouth, clicking it against his teeth absentmindedly. My attention was drawn to his full soft lips and my heart rate spiked. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. I stood then sat back on my knees in my seat. I lightly ran my hand from his arm to his shoulder and he turned giving me a soft smile before going back to his paperwork. I bit my lip to stifle a groan as my other hand reached up to pull the pen from his fingers. He arched an eyebrow at me and a lazy smile crossed his face. I set the pen and paperwork he'd been working with on the table in front of us and then crawled into his lap.

"I’ve never seen you with glasses, Mr. Morgan." I gave him a lusty smile. "I like them." My hands came up to hold his face as I kissed his lips lightly. "In fact, I think they're sexy." I breathed into his ear and ground my hips into him suggestively. His hands wrapped around my waist and his fingertips slipped under the hem of my shirt, whispering along my flesh and causing goosebumps to travel across my body. I nibbled on his ear and my hips slowly rocked into him. His fingers pressed tightly into my lower back.