She curled her shoulders forward as she swiped the back of her hand over her lips, smearing her lipstick…before slowly lowering to her knees.
CHAPTER 50
HAILEY
“Have you lost your ever-loving mind?”
“How kind of you to inquire after my health, but I’m perfectly fine,” he said, looking obnoxiously amused with himself.
“I will not marry you. I willnevermarry you.”
“Youaregoing to marry me and let me tell you why.” He released my armrests and straightened to tower over me, making me realize exactly how trapped I was in this giant metal tube in the sky. “Because of the way you scream my name when you come on my tongue. The way your body clenches me when you come on my cock, and how no matter what you say to deny it, your body melts in my arms when I kiss you.”
He reached for me, but evading his grasp, I slid out of my seat and took a step back.
“I’m not going to marry you just because you’re good in bed.”
“Little bird, we both know I’m far more than just good in bed,” he smirked. “But if you require more reasons, fine. Because I am ridiculously rich.”
Hands on hips, I snorted. “Wow. ThePretty Womanargument actually gets more offensive each time you use it.”
He tipped my chin up, all traces of amusement gone from his eyes. “And because I am the only one keeping you alive right now.”
I shifted back slightly, breaking his grasp.
I didn’t like his nearness…his maleness.
He raised an eyebrow. “My maleness.”
Dammit. “I said that out loud?”
He ran the back of his hand over my cheek. “It’s adorable.”
“It’s annoying.”
He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “I’d know what you were thinking even if you didn’t.”
I bit my lip and reached out for the back of a chair to steady myself. “Has anyone told you, you are an arrogant pain in the ass.”
He ran his mouth along my jaw as my head fell back. “Many. Many. Many times.”
I reached for the lapels of his suit jacket, holding on to him. “You don’t have to marry me to keep me safe.”
“No, Igetto marry you to keep you safe.”
Taking a deep breath, I broke free and slipped out from under his raised arm to place some much-needed distance between us. I needed distance…
“And if I refuse?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“It’s not really a choice you’re going to make, little bird.” He took a step toward me, and my back hit a partition.
“We’re not alone on this plane. There is staff, a pilot. I can tell them the truth, and?—”
“And they have all been paid obnoxious amounts of money for their loyalty. No help for you there. Looks like you’re stuck with me.” He traced his finger along my collarbone. “So you should consider being a good girl and coming up with a creative way to stay in my favor.”
“Go to hell.” I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away. He clasped his hands over mine, anchoring me to him.
“Oh sweetheart, I have no doubt that I will end up in hell. But I have every intention of taking my wife with me.” He bit down on my earlobe and chuckled when a shudder of need passed through me. “You need to trust me.”
