“Me too,” I tell him, relaxing into his embrace. “There’s so much I’m looking forward to.”
Using his other hand, Greyston grabs my legs and swings them over his thighs, turning my body toward his. “Like?”
His fingers trail up and down my outer thigh, making me shiver and lose focus momentarily. “Being alone, for starters,” I quip quietly, nodding my head in the driver’s direction.
Greyston chuckles, leaning us forward a bit to push a button on the roof console. A privacy screen rises from behind the driver’s seat, and I shake my head in mock-disapproval. “What else?” he asks, slipping his hand up under my skirt and palming my ass.
“Seeing the mountains,” I reply breathily as his hand continues to knead my ass cheek. I bite back a moan when his long fingers graze my inner thigh, and I try to keep myself from fucking him in the backseat of the town car; somehow having his driver as an audience doesn’t really appeal to me. “And skiing. Absolutely everything about this trip is going to be great.”
For the rest of the ride to the airport, Greyston and I canoodle in the backseat. We don’t get any farther than a little over-the-clothes groping, which can only bode well for what I hope to happen soon enough. When we arrive at the airport, Greyston quickly adjusts himself before we step out and collect our bags from the driver. Inside, we print our tickets and check our suitcases before heading to security.
The entire time we wait to go through the metal detectors, I’m worried about those random searches where they pull you into a private room. I know it’s just a precaution, but I still don’t want it to happen to me.
“Next!”
I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize I’m being called forward through the metal detector…and in the opposite direction of that private room. I remove my shoes and put them in the bin with my carry-on before stepping through. Silence is heard as I make it to the other side, and I collect my things as Greyston is called next. With both of us clear, we head for our gate, grabbing a coffee along the way. By the time we arrive, we’ve still got a thirty-minute wait. I’m growing terribly anxious, but only because I’m just so excited.
“How long is the flight?” I ask, sipping my coffee.
“Three hours.”
I nod once. “That’s pretty good. What are we doing when we get there?”
“Well, we’ll pick up the car and then drive to the cabin to unload our luggage. After that…well, we can go skiing, check out downtown Whistler…whatever you want.”
Smirking, I turn to him. “Anything?”
He leans forward and brushes his nose over mine, his lips barely touching down on mine. “Absolutely anything.”
“Good,” I whisper. “Because I have big plans for this week.”
Even though we’re in the middle of the airport, Greyston closes the gap between us and presses his lips to mine. It’s definitely not the most passionate kiss we’ve ever shared, but it’s enough to get my libido going.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I groan, ending the kiss. “Sorry,” I grumble, reaching for it and looking at the screen. I smile again before answering. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, sweetheart. I just wanted to call and wish you both a safe flight.”
“Thanks. I’ll be sure to call you when we get there, okay?”
“I’d appreciate that.”
I can hear the worry in her voice, and I have to remind myself that this is the first time I’ve been so far from home without either of my parents. Up until recently, I was their only child, so it would only be normal that she’d be a little uneasy.
“Do me a favor while we’re gone, though?” I implore.
“Sure.”
“Take it easy, and try not to worry too much?” She laughs lightly, probably in an attempt to throw me off.
There’s a brief pause between us as I wait for her response, but she finally speaks up. “Okay,” she says. “I promise.”
“Thanks.” Suddenly, there’s an announcement coming over the intercom for pre-boarding passengers. “Our plane’s about to board now, Mom, so I’ll talk to you in a few hours, okay? I love you. Tell Dad the same?”
“Of course. I love you, too, honey.”
After hanging up, Greyston and I start to grab our belongings and head for the gate while the few pre-boarders disappear behind the doors past the attendants. My anticipation mounts with every step we take. I’m practically vibrating when I hand my ticket to the female attendant.
Greyston and I find our seats easily, and he’s kind enough to take my carry-on and put it in the overhead compartment for me. I stand back and wait for him to slide in next to the window, but he shakes his head. “Actually,” he begins, “you can take the window. I tend to get slight vertigo if I catch a glimpse at how high we are.”