“No, I leave that to the pros. I have a select few I use when I travel. They’re excellent at their job.”
They boarded the small aircraft and she eyed the plush interior. First class all the way. Large beige leather seats—at least a dozen. Most faced forward, but there were two in the center that faced in the opposite direction, forming a foursome.
She folded into one while he spoke with his pilot. After getting comfortable beside her, he said, “I love flying. I’m glad you’re here with me.”
She melted.I’m glad I’m here with you, too.
As her gaze flitted from those vibrant eyes to his perfectly sculpted lips, the energy shifted. She imagined him taking her into his arms and kissing her.
“Don’t tempt me,” he murmured. Instead, he buckled her seatbelt and tugged on the strap to tighten it.
The plane gained speed and she broke eye contact to watch them lift off. Only Sin could turn a business trip into an exhilarating adventure. Simply put, she loved being around him.
Evangeline was slow to trust, but for reasons she couldn’t explain or understand, she had trusted him from the moment they had met. In every way he was an alpha. Confident, charismatic, and powerful. And like her, he kept his emotions on lockdown.
That had made him the perfect play partner. They’d kept their feelings in check and enjoyed a strictly physical relationship. Deep down, though, she knew that was a lie. She’d developed feelings for him when she’d taken him inside her. Nothing was simple when it came to Sinclair Develin. Nothing.
* * *
Sin never got involved with his clients. Being around Evangeline had resurrected old feelings he’d never reconciled.
When the “Fasten Seat Belt” light went off, he made his way to the rear of the cabin to pour their coffees. He loved that she joined him, and how she stroked his back. He could not get enough of her tender touch.
“Thank you for dropping everything to help me.” The unrelenting urge to kiss her had him homing in on her sultry mouth.I want her so damn badly.
“Mr. Develin.” The captain’s voice cut through the thick sexual tension. “We’re going to hit a rough patch. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.”
He pulled a small fruit platter from the mini fridge and handed it to her. With coffee mugs in hand, he led her to a small table in the center of the craft and they sat in adjacent seats. No sooner had they buckled in, when the plane dropped.
She gripped his arm. “This scares the hell out of me.”
“Look at me.”
She did.
“We’re going through a rain cloud. It’s okay.”
“I hate not having control.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “I know that.” He cupped her soft cheek with his hand. “Deep breath.”
As she stared into his eyes, she inhaled. The plane dipped again and she gasped.
“Evan, breathe with me.”
Without hesitation, she did. A slow, deep inhale and a calm exhale. Some coffee spilled on the table and she eyed the mess. “That doesn’t matter. Look at me. We’re okay.”
With trembling fingers she squeezed his hands.
“You’re doing great,” he murmured.
She peered into his eyes, mimicking his slow, deep, rhythmic breaths. A few tense moments later, the fear in her eyes subsided.
“Sorry about that,” the captain said when the turbulence stopped. “We’ve climbed over the storm, so I expect smooth sailing for the rest of the flight.”
She let go of his hands and his chest tightened. While he didn’t want her scared, he loved how she’d reached out to him for comfort. “You did great. Thank you for trusting me.”
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
