“Fairbanks,” I shared. “The northern lights forecast is excellent for tonight. You said you were really disappointed that you didn’t get a glimpse of the aurora when we were able to see it in Montana. So, I decided to take you to the northern lights instead.”
We’d had some really intense solar activity a few months ago, but Lauren had been on an important project and had missed seeing the aurora near Billings.
I’d hated seeing the deep regret Lauren had harbored because she’d missed an opportunity that didn’t happen very often.
Hence, our journey to Fairbanks.
Her face lit up, and she sent me a dimpled smile that made my damn heart hammer against my chest wall.
Fucking hell!
If this first date was going to make her this happy, I could think of better ones I could arrange in the future.
“You’re actually doing this just for me?” she said in an awed voice. “You told me you’ve seen the northern lights more than once in great locations.”
I had.
But this little trip wasn’t about me.
I shrugged. “It’s your trip.”
“But I don’t even have my camera,” she exclaimed.
“I bought you one,” I told her. “A good one that takes the best photos of the aurora.”
“I’m just a novice photographer.”
“Which is why we’ll have a guide who can help you get the best photos. She’s an expert photographer.”
“Do I need to ask if you’re prepared for the frigid temperatures so close to the Arctic Circle?” she asked teasingly.
“Nope,” I said as I felt the grip that Lauren had on my hand ease up just a little. “I have every item of clothing you need, and we’ll be set up for frigid weather at the viewing area. All you have to do is enjoy the views. There’s never any guarantee that we’ll get a spectacular view, but tonight is our best bet. The skies are clear, and the forecast is excellent.”
There was a distinctivedingas we reached our cruising altitude, and theFasten Seatbeltsign turned off.
Lauren’s expression morphed into one of surprise. “We’re up,” she murmured. She cocked her head and gave me a suspicious look. “Did you just tell me about Alaska to distract me?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. I’m thinking it might have worked.”
She unbuckled her seatbelt. “You know it worked.”
I slipped my seatbelt off, lifted Lauren out of her seat, and carried her to the sitting area at the front of the jet.
I sat on the sofa and pulled her on top of me until she was straddling me.
I wanted my cock inside of this woman more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life, but since that wasn’t going to happen right at the moment, having her straddling my dick would have to do.
It was our first fucking date.
I’d gotten myself off the night before.
Twice!
I’d stroked myself to completion in the damn shower this morning, too.
None of those things had helped one damn bit.
The second I’d seen her beautiful face early this morning, my cock had sprung to life like I hadn’t just relieved myself three times in the last twelve hours.
