Oh my God, was it all a dream?
Really, Vi. Snap out of your stupidity. You have a good imagination, but not that good, or you’d have made a lot of money with your art.
After the plane took off, Radmir told me to keep my attention on the sky and not worry about a thing. He gave me headphones with some weird Russian music, but surprisingly, I fell in love with it and completely relaxed in the seat while wondering about my little adventure. I didn’t have a reputation of falling for the lines of strange men, but this situation was intriguing to say the least, and for the first time in my life, I didn't give a shit about reputations.
How much worse could it get, really?
At some point, the stewardess brought more drinks and a tray of food, while the pilots chatted with each other and my eyes closed for a second.
And here I freaking was next to Dominic again.
My cheeks heated up; just the idea it was all in my head embarrassed the hell out of me, and I removed the seatbelt and tried to get up, when he pushed me back on the seat.
“Sit. The plane is still moving.” Then he shouted over his shoulder. “Yuri, did you call for the car?” The guy on the first row, wearing a black suit that hugged his body, perfectly showcasing his lean physique and muscular arms, stood up. His blonde hair went great along with his deep blue eyes while his high cheekbones and strong jaw indicated a rather stubborn character.
He barely spared me a glance while replying, “Yeah, they should be here in a minute or so.” Then he opened the compartment above him and took out his briefcase. “Fucking commercial flights always leave my neck sore.” He rubbed the back of his head roughly while the guys around chuckled.
Okay, were they some kind of gang or in the same profession? They all knew each other, and since first class had no other passengers besides them, was it possible their firm bought them the tickets?
What else could explain all this? As much experience as I had in traveling, this shocked even me.
Maybe they were all pilots? That could explain the comment about commercial flights as well as why Radmir was able to help me and not report the fact I was aboard.
“Was your travel to the States work-related?” I asked curiously, and Dom raised his brow and folded his arms.
“Work-related?”
“Yeah, like you know… the world association of pilots or some such stuff?”
His mouth twitched, and for a first time, I noticed a hint of a smile on his face. “Something like that,” he answered, and then the plane stopped, so he moved to the front but not before barking to everyone, “Get your ass out of the plane as soon as possible. This trip was fucking long.”
Okay, then.
With that, I spun into action as well. I quickly grabbed my bag and shades, because Moscow local time was 7:00 a.m., and apparently it was hot as hell. Not that I believed all the rumors about Russia winter and stuff, but really… I hoped to have some reprieve from the Texas heat.
Right then, Radmir emerged from the cockpit, and we both stopped as our gazes clashed.
Under his heated stare, my body flushed as warmth spread through me and my breath hitched.
Who the hell reacted like that to a man? This whole attraction was unexplainable to me. He wasn’t even my type. I preferred pretty-looking boys who had manners and auras of cheerfulness around them.
“Where are you running to,krasivoglazaya?” he questioned, coming closer. Our chests brushed against each other, him towering over me even in my heels.
“I don’t know.” My voice trembled. His thumb stroked my lower lip, and electricity ran through me at his touch. I tried to move away, but he wouldn't let me. His arm wrapped around my waist, giving me no chance to escape.
“I thought you wanted an adventure,” he softly whispered into my ear, grazing my earlobe with his teeth, and my breath caught. I placed my palm on his chest and fisted his shirt. “No one will give you a better one than me.” Then he tugged my head back so his lips shifted to my chin, nipping it lightly. My eyes closed when the tip of his tongue licked my lips, coaxing them to respond, and without a thought, I opened my mouth as he captured it in a deep, hungry, possessive kiss where the outside world ceased to exist.
Moaning, my free hand slid up to his hair, lacing my fingers through it, and I stepped closer so there wouldn't be a space available between us. I had my fair share of kisses, but never one like that. Where my body awoke from a deep sleep and even the light breeze tingled my skin, as unfamiliar sensations rushed through me. He tasted of cigar and whiskey when his tongue brushed against mine as if imprinting himself on me. My lungs burned, but I couldn't for the life of me let go of him. His hands dug deeper into my hips, sliding under my shirt to my bare skin, and the minute he achieved the contact, I groaned in pleasure, loving the feel of his calloused hand on me.
Someone loudly cleared their throat, and it snapped us out of our frenzy. Radmir ended the kiss, as I blinked in confusion still seeking his mouth. He gently grabbed my chin, stopping my action. “Not now,krasivoglazaya.” Beyond his shoulder, Dominic and Yuri stood waiting. They shared a look but then turned their attention back to us.
A gasp of distress left me, as a blush spread through me, probably making me as red as a lobster. My pale skin didn't exactly help hide my emotions. Burrowing my face into his shirt, I prayed they’d go away.
Radmir growled, displeasure written all over his stance. “Why the fuck are you here?” His body tensed, and automatically my hand caressed his chest, hoping to calm him down.
Just what the hell was I doing here? Kissing a strange man, having an uncontrollable attraction toward him, was insane. My hormones didn't rule me. All those reasons though didn’t make me let go of him.
“We need to be at headquarters soon. Plus, the other passengers need to get out, so you might want to take it somewhere else.” Yuri’s voice sounded annoyed and bored at the same time.
