“Surprisingly enough, I don’t know that I’m in the mood for anything... bed related.” I twisted to smile over my shoulder at him. “But I’m so tired I can’t focus on anything much.”
“Go.”
“What about Fallon?”
“He’s probably better right there.” Aspen pursed his lips and studied Fallon. “That way we don’t have to try to get him up from his back again. Once those pills start to wear off he’s going to have trouble moving.”
His assessment seemed spot on, and my jaw ached as I let out a wide yawn. I allowed myself to be ushered to the back of the plane without any more complaints. “We won’t even be in the air long, will we?”
“Long enough for a nap.”
On our way past Rowen and Cillian I collected two kisses on the cheek, but they went right back to their whispered conversation as soon as we were out of earshot. Aspen took me through another door into what was a rather nice bedroom, definitely more luxurious than what I’d had in my apartment. The room wasn’t large, but next to the bed a dark wood nightstand sat, so well-polished it practically glowed. Recessed lights gave the space a dreamy quality. Aspen peeled back a thick black comforter while giving me a significant look that saidlisten to me or else. I shivered. It wasn’t that I was scared of him, I was just exhausted and tired of being pushed around today.
“That Derek Uhlig is an ass.”
He snorted and grinned, and I got distracted by his freckles. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to one near his nose.
“Yeah. That was some shit.” He dropped a soft kiss to my cheek, and I clung to him. “Thought you didn’t want to fuck?”
“I don’t. Will you hold me?”
He blinked at me, then the bed. He checked the door, almost like he was worried someone would notice us together in here.
“You don’t have to if you don’t have time,” I said, giving him an out.
“It’s not that. Cillian is going to want to come in here if you’re in here with me. Then Rowen’s going to want to be in here. The damned bed’s not big enough for all that.”
Confused, I checked the bed, and he was right; it was a standard double. I hadn’t even considered it. “You notice a lot.”
“The benefits of not running my mouth all the time.” He gave me a lingering kiss that sparked warmth in my stomach and I toed off my shoes. He urged me to lie down, and I crawled onto the bed and curled on my side.
“It’s a talent,” I said with a laugh.
He pulled the blankets back up over me and turned out the lights. I felt strange, like my belly was down on the ground somewhere while I was in the air. He closed the door, and I thought he’d left me there alone for a moment because I couldn’t really see, but he came back and sat on the end of the bed, clasping my foot through the blanket.
“Are you scared?”
“Of what?” he asked sharply.
“Once we land you’ll be expected to go risk your life for a criminal organization. Doesn’t that worry you?” My foot twitched and he held it still like he wanted to trap it in one spot. That had my other foot bouncing twice as hard, as if to make up for it.
“No.”
“What would?”
He squeezed my foot. “I never want to see someone dragging you away from me again. That worried me.”
“Thank you.”
“No more talking. Sleep.” I nodded, even though I didn’t think he could see me. I closed my eyes just to humor him.
Not long later, someone was shaking my shoulder, and I blinked my eyes open. It was still dark out, but the lights were back on in the room again. For a moment I couldn’t remember what was going on.
“What?”
Cillian tapped my nose. “We’re home, firebug.”
“Where are we? This isn’t the airport. It’s too dark outside to be in the city.” I stared at a nearby window, my brain still not with it.
