Sex for Beginners Box Set(71)
She took a sip and when the fresh and sweet flavors burst over her tongue, she took another. “You have your pilot’s license?”
He nodded.
She wasn’t surprised, really, considering the fact that the man was an adrenaline junkie. “Why aren’t you piloting today?”
Dominick shrugged. “I thought maybe we could…talk.”
“I do need to review your gift list with you,” she said, taking a deeper drink from her glass.
“Okay,” he said, leaning into her, “we can do that.”
From the carrier on the floor, Winslow lapsed into a fit of angry barking, pawing and pushing his snout against the mesh cutout in the door.
“What’s with him?” Dominick asked.
“Er, I think it’s you. He seems to be a little…jealous.”
He frowned. “Jealous?”
“Pekingese are known to be possessive.”
“Mr. Burns, we’re ready for takeoff,” the pilot announced over an intercom speaker.
“Where do you want me to put Winslow’s carrier?” she asked.
Dominick set down his drink. “I’ll take care of it.” He picked up the carrier and set it on one of the seats opposite them, which triggered another torrent of barking. Dominick winced as he drew a seat belt around the carrier to secure it. “Is he going to be like this the entire trip?”
“I hope not,” Violet said earnestly, then leaned forward and quieted the dog with a few comforting noises.
“You do seem to have a way with him,” Dominick observed humorously, then raked his gaze over the length of her. “Would you like for me to take your jacket?”
She shook her head and realized that the alcohol was already making its way from her empty stomach into her bloodstream. Feeling self-conscious, she pulled the lapels of her jacket closed. “No, thanks, I’m fine.”
But he was still looking her over. “You do realize that we’re going someplace even warmer than Atlanta, yes?”
She squirmed beneath his gaze. “Yes.”
“Did you at least bring a swimsuit?”
“Um, yes.”
He smiled and nodded, apparently satisfied that she wasn’t a complete stick in the mud. She silently thanked Lillian for insisting that she pack casual clothes, and took another drink from her glass.
“Buckle up,” Dominick said, reclaiming his own seat. “We’re expecting to hit some turbulence and you look like you bruise pretty easily.”
She flushed under his teasing glance, but the alcohol was loosening her tongue. “I might be able to withstand more than you think, Dominick.” She realized, with a little tingle, that for the first time she’d called him by his name to his face.
Something primitive sparked in his eyes. It was the same look she thought she’d imagined before they climbed into the limo. “Guess I’d better buckle up, too, then,” he said, his voice low and sexy. “Something tells me this could be a bumpy ride.”
It was.
Despite the relatively nice weather on the ground, once the plane reached cruising altitude, they encountered wind currents, sending the small aircraft bouncing along, jarring its inhabitants with enough force that Violet finished her drink quickly, lest it wind up all over her white turtleneck.
“I’m sorry,” Dominick said over the forgotten gift list they were supposed to be discussing. Their heads were close, their shoulders practically touching.
She looked up, captivated by his blue-eyed gaze. “For what?”
He nodded to her white-knuckled grip on the armrest. “For the rough ride. Are you okay?”
Violet nodded. In truth, she was scared half to death. Every dip made her think how the very act of flying in an airplane was counterintuitive to human nature. When one was being tossed around in the sky, all the scientific and engineering advances in aeronautics didn’t count for much. The bottom line was that they were literally hanging in the sky with no wires and no safety net.
What Dominick couldn’t know, however, was that the adrenaline rushing through her body, sped along by the alcohol, had triggered a low hum of excitement deep inside her. And with every swoop and lunge of the plane, the vibration became more intense, triggering erotic firestorms all over her body. Her heart pounded, and her hairline was moist. Her breasts felt heavy and, scandalously, beneath her standard uniform pants, her underwear was wet with her own sensual lubrication. When she shifted in her seat, Dominick covered her hand with his.
“It’ll be okay, I promise.”
Violet stared at his hand, the long tanned fingers that she’d fantasized about touching her in places no other man had. Her nipples tightened to hard little buds as a flush enveloped her body. Her reaction to the danger, to his slightest touch, was beyond embarrassing. Dominick would laugh at her if he knew her subversive triggers.
“I need to go to the restroom,” she said breathlessly, then pulled her hand from beneath his and fumbled with her seat belt.
“Let me help,” he said, then reached across her in seemingly slow motion to release the belt’s clasp.
When his hand brushed over her lap, Violet bit back a groan. Her body was honed to a fever pitch. As soon as the strap fell slack, she stood and weaved her way toward the lavatory.
“Careful,” Dominick called behind her.
Once she made it to the door, Violet opened it and slipped inside the small cubicle. A light came on automatically when she closed the door. The lavatory looked much like the bathroom of a commercial plane, with a commode, a tiny sink and a mirror. Violet steadied herself against the sink and stared in the mirror. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were dilated. Her lips were parted because she couldn’t seem to drag in enough air through her nose to supply her lungs. A strand of hair had escaped her ponytail. She looked…wanton.
When the plane dipped again, she gasped and braced herself. Here the drone of the plane engine was louder, the vibration more pronounced. Her heart galloped in her chest, and her sex felt heavy with need. How was she going to finish this plane ride without falling apart? Her state of arousal had her reading sexual undertones into Dominick’s slightest movement. She was projecting her fantasies onto him. And at this rate, it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
Violet moistened her lips and glanced at the closed door. In fact, all she needed was a few minutes of privacy to relieve the tension….
Even as her hand slid inside the waistband of her pants and the elastic of her panties, some part of her was mortified by her behavior. But, she reasoned, it was the quickest solution to her immediate problem. No one would ever know. When her fingers found the center of her desire, she sighed, massaging the button in small circles to coax the burgeoning orgasm from deep within her. It had been so long, and these last couple of days thinking of Dominick…being close to him…
The plane lurched, and her muscles contracted, sending the orgasm exploding through her body. Violet pressed her lips together to stifle her moans, and held onto the sink when her knees buckled from the sheer intensity of her release.
* * *
DOMINICK STOOD with his hand raised to knock on the bathroom door to ask Violet if she was okay. When he heard the moans inside, he winced and pressed his ear closer, dismayed that the plane ride he’d hoped would be fun had instead made the woman sick.
Then he frowned. The sounds coming from the other side of the door weren’t the noises of someone in pain. In fact, if he didn’t know better…
It almost sounded like…
Dominick’s eyes widened in realization. Violet was getting herself off?
His cock surged as his mind reeled. But it made sense, he concluded. The woman hinted in her letter that danger and excitement turned her on. So the rough plane ride was…foreplay?
He pulled his hand down his face in wonder, but before he could fully digest the revelation about little Violet, the door opened. He stumbled backward, but caught himself.
She looked up in surprise, her full lips parted. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were slightly glazed. Knowing what she had been doing sent lust coursing through his body even as he tried to act innocent. “Are you okay?” he stammered.
“Yes,” she murmured. “I’m…feeling much better.”
Tension vibrated between them. His hands itched to touch her, but he didn’t want to scare her off. He’d have to bide his time with this woman. Something told him it would be well worth the wait.
“Good,” he said finally, then nodded to their seats. “We’d better buckle in.”
He followed her back, although Dominick wasn’t sure how he was going to sit with the raging hard-on her performance had inspired.
As he settled awkwardly in his seat, he released a long breath and glanced at Violet’s profile. She tucked an errant strand of hair back into her ponytail and pulled her jacket more securely over her breasts. Back to prim and proper. The woman packed a powerful punch and didn’t even realize it.
Dominick swallowed hard and shifted to ease the discomfort in his jeans. He wanted this woman underneath him, in his bed, crying out in pleasure. His hunger for her had suddenly escalated from a mere challenge to a pulsing need. He couldn’t wait to get Violet on the ground—and then sweep her off her feet.
7
BY THE TIME THE PLANE landed in Miami, Violet had regained her composure, but guilt plagued her. From the wary way that Dominick was treating her, he apparently thought she’d gotten ill in the bathroom, versus having gotten off. And she wasn’t about to clear up the misunderstanding.