I was ready to call bullshit on his statement about nothing ever “going further” for him. That it had just never happened.
Somehow, I knew that he sought out women who wouldn’t ask for more. It had never gone further because he designed it that way.
What I didn’t know was why he did it.
“That sounds…pretty cold,” I observed aloud.
“Is it really any worse than being an okay-for-now girlfriend?”
I thought about his question before I replied. “Probably not.”
“At least I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.”
I shot him a dubious look. “How do you know that? Women fake it all the time.”
He glared back at me. “I assure you that no woman has ever had to fake it with me.”
Did he not know that every guy in the entire world thought that, too? I was sorely tempted to do the Meg-Ryan-I’m-faking-an-orgasm scene from the movie When Harry Met Sally, but I knew nobody could ever fake it as well as Meg did.
I certainly couldn’t.
I never even tried to fake it, and my boyfriends had never really cared.
Done with the entire conversation, I reached for my carry-on bag and sifted through the contents for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. “I need to change. I want to try to get some sleep.”
Damian was reclined, so there wasn’t enough space in the pod for me to avoid swinging a leg over his to get to the aisle.
It shouldn’t have been a difficult task.
It wasn’t like I had to crawl over him.
It was just his lower legs, for God’s sake.
It was just a little…hop!
Unfortunately, the small leap was a whole lot harder than I anticipated after all of the cocktails I’d swilled down over the last few hours.
I got dizzy from getting up too fast, and then tried to catch myself by grasping Damian’s seat behind me after I’d jumped over his long, stretched-out legs.
I failed to catch myself, and I panicked for a moment as I started to fall backward.
Strong arms wrapped solidly around me, pulling my upper body against a very solid chest as my ass landed very inelegantly in Damian’s lap.
CHAPTER 5
Damian
I KNEW I WAS completely fucked from the second her statuesque body collided with mine, and I smelled a faint, mouthwatering scent of…strawberries.
Christ! When in the hell had fruit become an aphrodisiac? Yeah, I liked strawberries, but they’d never exactly gotten my dick hard.
I’d been aware that Nicole was tipsy, but she’d gone into motion so fast that I hadn’t had a chance to move my legs so she could be more careful once she got to her feet.
Transatlantic Airlines prided themselves on their extra-wide, reclining, lie-flat seats in business class, and I was just figuring out how very convenient they were as I steadied Nicole’s curvy figure in my lap.
I’d wrapped my arms tightly around her as she’d fallen to keep her upper body from flopping over the armrest between us, which allowed her beautiful ass to plop directly into my lap. Her lower legs dangled naturally over my armrest next to the aisle.
I closed my eyes and stifled a tormented groan as the feel and the tantalizing scent of Nicole wafted over my senses. I’d wanted to know what she’d feel like in my arms, and now, I knew.
I guess I’d never known that a guy could feel ecstasy and torture at the same time.
My cock had responded immediately by pushing eagerly against her shapely ass.
Jesus!
She smelled so damn sexy.
She felt like she was made to be plastered against me just like this.
Every primal male instinct I had said that this woman was…mine. That she and I should always be just like this…
Wait a minute! That’s totally ridiculous. I hardly know her.
I shook my head slightly, knowing my brain wasn’t going to win the battle between my body and my mind.
Not now.
Not with her.
Not when this gorgeous female was as close to me as she could get with our clothes on.
“Oh, God. I’m so sorry,” Nicole muttered as she started wriggling to get up.
“Don’t!” I insisted. “Don’t. Move.”
The more she squirmed, the more my cock responded to that motion. Maybe I was a masochist, and I liked being tortured, but I knew I hadn’t had my fill of anguish just yet.
“Damian, I have to get up,” she said firmly. “I’m sorry. I guess I got dizzy from the cocktails. I don’t usually have more than one.”
Fuck! I loved the breathlessness of her voice, a sound that told me that she wasn’t totally immune to the insane sexual attraction between us.
“You’re fine right where you are,” I argued. “Are you okay?”
“I’m not hurt,” she answered softly. “But I feel ridiculous.”
Strangely, it bothered me that she felt uncomfortable. “It’s not like anybody noticed except me, Nicole. And I’m sure as hell not complaining.” The business section was dark. Most of the passengers were sleeping, or resting with earbuds in as they watched their small television with their overhead lights off.
The flight attendants were unobtrusive and quiet somewhere in the galleys to give passengers their sleep time.
Nicole’s arm crept around my shoulders to steady herself as she said, “I’m heavy, Damian. I need to get up.”
Heavy? She felt incredible to me. “You’re perfect, Nicole.” My voice was far hoarser than I’d like.
“You’re insane,” she accused.
“I think you’re making me that way.” I blamed her, only half joking. I’d never experienced this kind of chemistry with anyone, so it was, in fact, fifty percent her fault, right?
I had no idea why I was reacting to Nicole this way, and quite honestly, I wasn’t sure I liked it. I wasn’t an insta-lust kind of guy.
Before she’d fallen into my lap, I’d been trying to figure out why the real Damian Lancaster had fled my body, only to be replaced by a guy who couldn’t control his reaction to some random female sitting next to him on a plane.
Bloody hell! I’d certainly never felt any kind of instant desperation to shag any female. I planned my liaisons carefully, and never with a woman I didn’t know.
Normally, I’d be on my laptop right after we’d gotten airborne. It didn’t usually matter if my seatmate was male or female, young or old, attractive or unattractive. I simply…didn’t notice.
This particular flight had been different since the second I’d laid eyes on Nicole. I hadn’t been myself since I’d given in to some strange compulsion to look at her texts.
For fuck’s sake, I’d actually read those messages like they were the most fascinating reading material I could find. And then, to make things even worse, I’d actually tried to make her feel better because she’d looked so damn disheartened.
Oh, and let’s not even mention the fact that I’d cajoled her into telling me about her sex life.
I released a heavy breath as I tried to figure out what in the hell was so different about Nicole.
I was attracted to the female I was holding in a way I’d never experienced before, and honestly, wasn’t comfortable with, either.