Revealed by You(28)

I smiled, my cheeks heating. “Is it that obvious?”

He grinned and kissed my nose. “Yes, but it is adorable.”

“Our parents never really had any money to take us anywhere so this is very exciting for me,” I explained, stretching to see out the window again.

He chuckled. “I can see that.”

The waiting while everyone got their bags in the overhead compartments and in their seats was tedious.

I sighed and snuggled against Brett.

“The novelty wears off, trust me,” he teased.

I laughed and inhaled the scent of him. Nervous butterflies flew around my belly. The whole being in a big machine thousands of feet in the air was exhilarating but scary as hell. Man and soap invaded my nostrils, easing my racing heart.

“I love you,” Brett whispered against my hair.

My eyes grew heavy. “I love you.”

“Did I wear you out this morning?”

“Never,” I breathed.

“You’re lying.” His hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my chin to meet his mouth.

My body relaxed, melting as he held my head restrained. My breathing picked up, needing more than just a kiss.

“Don’t plan on getting lots of sleep these next two weeks, lover.”

“Hmm…why not?” I asked, licking his bottom lip.

He smirked and brushed his mouth down to my ear. “I’m going to be buried deep inside you, fucking you, over and over again. Every chance I get. I will show you things about your body you never knew. I will satisfy those dark cravings of yours.”

My stomach tumbled at his erotic words. They washed over me, heating me from within.

“I’m going to mark that pale skin so every time you look in the mirror, you’re reminded of me. Every time you move, you will think of me.”

The smug air surrounded him as he continued whispering to me, telling me the things he wanted to do to me. The things he was going to do to me. My body heated. Never being overly sexually active since before meeting him, this was all new to me but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Whenever he woke me during the night, I allowed him to have his way with me. It happened where it was the other way around, too. He always gave in to me, giving me an inch of control each time but never enough where he submitted completely. Except for the one time.

“I’m giving you my control.”

God, that was intense. Although it happened weeks ago, every time I thought of that moment, it made me sick to my stomach. As much as I liked being in control, if it meant destroying him, I didn’t want it.





EIGHT

“First time flying?” A deep smooth voice with a twang of a Southern accent invaded my thoughts.

I turned to the man sitting beside me and bit back a gasp. His piercing green eyes bored into mine like they were looking into my soul. His short blonde hair styled perfectly in a crew cut. He was good looking but he wasn’t Brett.

“Yes,” I croaked, my voice hoarse from lack of sleep. I decided right then and there that I hated travel days. The seats were uncomfortable, the plane food was gross and at that moment, I really wished I had a private jet.

The man grinned, his gaze filling with lust as they roamed down my body. He may have been hot but he was way too pretty for me. “Honeymoon?” he asked, his heated gaze stopping at my left hand.

I looked at Brett sleeping against the window and held back my frown, pasting on a friendly smile. “Yes, actually,” I lied, gripping Brett’s hand tight in my own.

The man nodded, his jaw clenching.

I almost laughed. Looked like he didn’t expect me to lie.

“Too bad.”

Brett stiffened beside me but didn’t say anything. Hmm…interesting.

Feeling the man’s stare on me, I gripped my sweater closed and inched closer to Brett. He let go of me and wrapped his hand around my inner thigh, squeezing me tight.

My heart gave a start. Even while sleeping, he knew where I was and took full possession of me. I loved it. As every day passed, I craved his touch more and more.

Why couldn’t people see that we were happy? Why did they have to try and ruin it? Were we being tested?

“Well,” the man whispered in my ear. “If you change your mind and wanna test the waters—”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll break your fucking face,” Brett growled.

I gasped and looked between the two men.

The man chuckled and sat back. “I’d like to see that.”

“Keep hitting on my girl and you will,” Brett snapped, sitting forward.

I placed a hand on his chest. “Hey, it’s fine. I’m fine. It was innocent.”

“Nothing about me is innocent, beautiful,” the man crooned.

Brett’s jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck protruding. “Stop.”