“Yes." I glance down at her lips. "You've made yourself very clear about it, in fact. I think it's very sweet, no pun intended.”
Bringing my gaze back to hers, I chuckle, watching as that blush paints her cheeks pink again. It's such a beautiful sight that my laughter trails off into a hum. I tilt my head as that blush in her face and chest deepens, and she ducks her head down once more to break our eye contact, informing me I make her nervous. Emboldened by the knowledge, I can't help the truly inappropriate grin that tilts the corner of my mouth. Making her blush is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.
I pitch my voice a little lower and whisper, “One of my goals this trip is to change the way you feel about things that give you pleasure.”
Sarah inhales sharply, causing my own body to respond in kind.
Her lips part, her eyes go hooded for a millisecond, and her tongue flicks out to caress her top lip. My dick swells thickly in response, becoming painfully hard where it rests against my thigh. Reminding me how long it's been since I've felt a woman around me in this way. I feel my facial expression settle into the one that I wear at the office as I work to beat my erection down, and it takes every ounce of effort on my part to control myself. I manage it, though.
She looks away nervously, her slender fingers picking at the package of her chocolate chip cookie. The plastic crinkles for a moment before she tightens her grip, tearing it open. “Uhm. I started by buying Bunny,” she says hesitantly.
I watch greedily as she picks off a minuscule piece of cookie and puts it between her lips.
Her juicy, plump lips that would look fucking delectable swallowing my cock—I cut my thoughts off, harshly and thoroughly, and I clear my throat. “Yes. She’s adorable, by the way,” I reply, standing up and swiping up the cookies and my bag. “Let’s head back to the gate; they’ll be announcing departures soon.”
I don't trust myself to take her hand again, so instead I walk a step behind her. Allowing myself to watch her hips sway as she walks. I take in the swishing of her ponytail against the round globes of her ass, flexing my fingers because I'd like to run my hand down it again.
Boarding the plane, we accept our drinks, and both nap on the plane ride to Vancouver. Resting our heads against each other as we sleep.
Chapter thirty-three
Girl's Be Slangin'
Afewhoursandone short connecting flight later, we walk into the plush resort rejuvenated from our nap, and I can't help but glance over at Sarah, seeing her mouth gaped open.
“Careful. A mosquito will fly in there, and you’ll have a bite on your throat,” I laugh, chucking her under her chin gently and successfully shaking her out of her daze.
She laughs at my joke, and I delight at the sparkle in her eye, wondering if she knows it's there.
“Areallthe presenters staying here?” she wonders curiously as I walk her to the receptionist area and proceed to check us in.
"How are you doing, ma'am?" I greet the receptionist and then tilt my head to eye Sarah. "Just about, yes."
Sarah watches with an arched eyebrow as the brown-haired woman flirts with me, audaciously sliding me a card with her personal number on it when she hands me our room key. I arch my eyebrow back, not even bothering myself with the woman. She looks away with an amused grin as I slide the card back to the receptionist. “I’m with someone,” I clip, giving her a polite smile before turning away and jerking my chin at Sarah to walk with me.
We board the swanky all-mirrored elevator, and I use the reflection to gaze down her body in a quick assessment that she misses because she's busy staring at the numbers going up as we ascend to our floor.
“I made reservations for dinner at four," I say lightly. She's quiet since the interaction, and I work to get us back to where we were. "I figured we might be hungry due to the time difference. We feel like it’s seven when it’s actually four here.” The doors slide open, and I hold out my arm, letting her exit the elevator first.
Walking through, she makes a sharp left, following the signs to our room. “I could eat. What do they have?”
“Not sure,” I lie. A white lie. I of course know everything on the menu and have already spent a few nights torturing myself with fantasizing about watching her eat half of it. “And anyways,don’t worry about it because I’m paying for your food while you’re here.”
She stops at a door hidden at the end of the hall and turns to look at me with an arched brow. “Alexander—”
“Alex,” I shoot back, arching my own eyebrow at her in amusement.
“Alex," she replies slowly with an adorable smile, making my chest tighten. "That iscompletelyunnecessary. I can pay for my own food while I’m here. You already got the room.” She sucks her bottom lip through her teeth, and I feel my skin catch on fire. Because I want to kiss her so bad I can taste it.
I step forward and look down into her face, getting nice and comfortable staring in her eyes which dilate wider with every microsecond that ticks pass.
“Sarah, don’t be rude,” I say just as softly.
There it is; her pupils dilated.I rejoice in my head and watch, amused, as her lips part, and she sucks in an indignant breath.
“I wasn’t beingrude.I’m sorry, but I just—you don’t have to—”Sarah stutters before going silent.
Her face heats up. She glances down at my feet, and I just know that she feels this thing between us. I'm not alone in how badly I want what is growing between us. It's planted deep, and it's so strong I can feel it in the silence.
