Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lucas laughed aloud at the horror on Amy’s face at the thought of getting caught naked in the back of a car with her husband.
He pulled the bra from behind him and handed it over. She finished dressing in record time and scooted away from him. He straightened himself up, but he knew the clothes would be coming back off in a few minutes. He found it very endearing how his wife was afraid to be caught necking in the back of the limo.
He’d just finished loving Amy far too quickly, and now he wanted to take her again, much more thoroughly. He could already feel his body hardening in anticipation of sinking into her over and over again, all night long.
They pulled up to the airport, where his private jet was waiting. Lucas led her inside while the luggage was loaded.
“We’ll be taking off in about thirty minutes, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. Is there anything I can get for you while we’re waiting?”
“Yes, Lana, thank you. We’ll each have dinner, and I’ll take a glass of bourbon. What would you like to drink, dear?”
he asked Amy.
“I’d love some milk, please.”
Moments later, Lana returned.
“Here’s your drink, Mrs. Anderson. Your meal will be out shortly.”
“How are you feeling?”
Lucas asked.
“Really good, actually,”
Amy replied.
“I forgot to eat today, though, so I’m starving. I think I could eat an entire cow right now. Would it be rude for me to ask for two of the dinners?”
she asked, embarrassed, but not enough to go hungry for the long trip.
“We have a full meal prepared for us, Amy. I don’t think you’ll have to worry about being hungry. I’m pretty famished myself. I didn’t get much of a chance to eat with so much going on,”
he replied with a chuckle. He enjoyed how the pregnancy was affecting her, giving her curves an appealing softness and turning her skin into one giant sex organ. He thought it might be wise to just keep her pregnant for the next ten years straight.
“Here’s your first course.”
Lana set down an appealing plate with several appetizers in the mix, sending up tempting aromas. When Amy’s stomach growled loudly enough for both Lucas and Lana to hear, he chuckled again. It was becoming a habit.
“You better dig in before my son starts doing more than growling,”
Lucas warned her.
Suddenly, Amy leaned over and kissed him, taking his breath away.
“Your son or daughter,”
she emphasized, though she did it with humor, “is just fine. It’s Mommy who could eat everything in sight.”
Lucas watched her groan as she took a bite of food, his already aroused body jumping at the sound. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes from her as she lifted the fork to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, before she grabbed another mouthful. Finally, he managed to look away and begin on his own food, though he’d almost lost his appetite — well, for food, that is.
“I’ll serve your salads after we’re in the air,”
Lana said, then left them to eat.
Amy emptied her plate, then looked longingly at what was left on his. With desire clenching his gut, he speared a bite and slowly lifted his fork to her lips, nearly exploding in his seat as she opened for him. She closed her eyes in pleasure and moaned. He didn’t know if he’d make it until after dinner. He wanted to take her back to his bed now.
What she did to him was impressive. The amount of pleasure she took in the simplest things was a total aphrodisiac.
“Amy, can we start this honeymoon on the right foot? I’d like for us to forget about how we got here, and at least pretend this has been a normal wedding, and now we’re on the honeymoon of a lifetime,”
he said. He could see he’d surprised her as she tried to fully process his words.
Finally, her eyes filled with tears, and she nodded.
“These dang pregnancy hormones make me cry at the drop of a hat, I’m warning you now,”
she said with a watery laugh.
“I’m not usually so emotional.”
“I like you this way,”
he whispered as he leaned over and gently kissed her. Surprisingly, he did like her this way, soft and warm and loving.
“We’ve been cleared for takeoff, Mr. Anderson,”
the pilot said over the intercom.
“Please fasten your seat belts, and we should have a smooth flight. The wind is going in our direction, so we should be touching down in Paris at nine.”
“I’ve never flown on a jet before, but I’ve seen the movies, and I have to tell you that this is much nicer than sharing a row of seats with a big sweaty guy next to me and a screaming toddler behind,”
Amy said excitedly.
Lucas burst out laughing. She really was invigorating.
“I’d have to agree with you on that.”
During takeoff, Amy’s face was glued to the window. She was fascinated by the whole event. She loved how the jet suddenly burst with speed. The feeling as they lifted into the air was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
She had no fear.
She felt alive, adrenaline pumping through her system. She definitely had to add flying to her list of favorite things to do. She’d have to see if her husband would fly her to other places later. Maybe he would for their anniversary next year.
Once they reached cruising altitude, Lana brought their salads. They ate several courses, including succulent lobster, which definitely didn’t come from the bargain market’s frozen department. After the final course was served, she leaned back and rubbed her stomach.
“You were right, Lucas, I’m stuffed,”
she said as a yawn escaped.
“Let’s go take a nap, then; you look exhausted,”
he said as he got up and helped her from her seat.
“Can I get anything else for you, Mr. Anderson?”
Lana asked.
“No, thank you, Lana. We’re going to retire for the rest of the evening.”
Lucas led her past the front seats, then down a hall. She tried looking around, but he was moving too quickly. They passed a couple of doors, and she wondered how there was so much space in the jet. It had looked large on the outside, but not that big. At the end of the short hallway was another door. This one he opened, and inside was a large bed, two nightstands, a flat-screen television, and another door. She assumed it was a private bath.
“Your honeymoon suite, my bride,”
he whispered as he pulled her into his arms.
She instantly melted against him as he ran his hands up her back and slowly lowered his head to take her lips.
“It’s perfect,”
she said when he stopped kissing her long enough to pull her shirt over her head.
“You’re perfect. Now, let me make love to you properly. I’ve got all night long to worship your body,”
he said, his eyes bright with desire, making her feel incredibly sexy.
He slowly undressed her, stopping each time he took a piece of clothing off her, so he could run his fingers over the exposed skin.
Lucas spent the next couple of hours doing exactly what he’d promised and worshiping every square inch of her. When she’d reached the brink of ecstasy and then some, he finally allowed them both to rest, pulling her into his arms, with her head lying against his chest. She was asleep within seconds, feeling hopeful about her future.