Chapter 3
Brady
Unlike all the other women I’d been with, Lily didn’t give in easily.
In fact, she hadn’t given me an answer at all.
I liked that.
And I liked that every time she walked by my pod, she didn’t always connect eyes with me, as if she was trying to make me miss her stare.
The truth was, I did.
I needed this woman.
I needed her taste on my lips.
I needed to lick her until she smiled.
And the only way any of that was going to happen was if I told her exactly what was on my mind.
I waited until the plane landed, after the captain made his announcement, and when the first-class cabin began to depart, I walked over to her as she stood in the front of the galley.
“Mr. Spade, it was a pleasure to smile for you during this flight.”
I laughed—I couldn’t fucking help it.
“For the record, I held up my end of the deal,” I told her. “Zero flirting with anyone but you. How’d you do? Were there lots of other lucky bastards who got to see your smile?”
She shrugged. “I did my best.”
“I have another deal for you.”
Her arms crossed. “You always win, don’t you? You’re one of those.”
“Yes.”
She swung her upper body, but her feet didn’t move. “Can you guess the type of woman I am?”
“That’s tough.” I adjusted my collar. “I’m going to go with one who’s my perfect match.”
“Clever, but you’re wrong. I’m the type who doesn’t win or lose. Because I don’t play.”
She could say anything she wanted.
Words held no weight.
Actions did.
And every expression that had come across her face, along with each second in which she held my gaze, told me Lily wanted me.
“I don’t need you to compete,” I said. “I just need you to say yes.”
“To wine in Old Town?”
Since it was getting louder behind me, I waved her closer. With her ear not far from my lips, her scent filling my nose, the smoothness of her skin in my direct line of sight, I said, “To spending your entire day off with me. I assume you’re free until you fly out tomorrow.”
She leaned back to look at me. “Your assumption is right, however, I’ve already made plans. This is my first time here. I’ve curated a list of the things I want to see. Why would I forgo those plans for you, Mr. Spade?”
“Museums? Castles?” I chuckled. “Come on. I’ll be giving you something much more memorable than those.”
“Oh?” She rubbed her lips together. “What would that be?”
“An orgasm. Well, multiple, if I’m really being honest.”
She filled her lungs quickly and deeply. “My God, you’re shameless.”
“Something tells me you like that about me.” I waited for her to argue and then added, “Do you want more of my honesty?” I paused again, her eyes answering when her voice didn’t. “I’ve been thinking about you this entire flight, dreaming of every way I want to make you come. My tongue, my fingers, my dick—I want to give you all of me.”
The color of her cheeks rivaled any previous time she had blushed on this flight.
“You want to go down on a woman you barely know?”
Out of all comments, she’d come back with that one.
Damn it, I really liked her.
“It’s not about wanting to, Lily. It’s about needing to. A desire so strong that I have to taste you. Have you ever experienced anything like that? Something you can’t move on from unless you have it?”
She pursed her lips. “But that’s it … just a taste?”
I was already dreaming about the flavor that would hit my fucking tongue the second I swiped it against her clit. “A taste that’s going to last all day and into the night.”
Her hand moved to her face and surrounded her chin, showing nails that were a light pink—a color far too angelic for a woman who gave me naughty vibes.
“And then what?” she asked. “We part ways? Two strangers going in opposite directions to never ever see each other again?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t do relationships.
I didn’t exchange phone numbers.
I didn’t ever do a second round.
One and done.
I had my work, my family, and my friends.
And I had a different woman every night of the week.
That was all I wanted.
All I needed.
“But what I can promise is that nothing on that list of plans will even compare to what I want to give you,” I said.
She was smiling without showing her beautiful white teeth. “God, you’re cocky.”
“I’m confident.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“It’s vastly different.” I handed her a piece of paper, where I’d written the name of the hotel and my room number. “A cocky person would say you’re coming to my hotel room, where you’re going to be blown the fuck away by the size of my dick. A confident person would show you the way, knowing you’ll find out on your own.”
She slid the paper into her apron. “How do you know I’m not married? Or taken?”
“Your eyes gave me that answer the first time they locked with mine.” I nodded toward her apron. “All the information you need to find me is in there. Now, I just need to know whether you’re coming or not.”
Her grin finally showed her teeth, but it only lasted a few seconds before she began to walk out of the first-class section, stopping just long enough to say over her shoulder, “For how confident you are, Mr. Spade, I’m surprised you need an answer.”