Chapter Fourteen #2
“Exhilarated. A little anxious, but not enough to stop me from doing it again, and lucky.” She gazed into his eyes and said, “Really, really lucky that you wanted to do this for me. I also feel spoiled rotten and like I owe you big-time after this.”
“Darlin’, you don’t owe me a damn thing, and don’t you ever let a man make you feel like you owe him anything. Ever. I do things because I want to, not to get something in return.”
The vehemence in his voice surprised her. The helicopter touched down, and Eric helped Kat out and hurried her away from the blades, shrouding her body with his as they dashed outside the circle of lights.
“Are you okay?” He searched her eyes, and his gaze rolled down her body, making her shiver.
“Perfect.”
“What do you feel?”
She loved that he asked for more. Most guys would be happy with a one-word answer. She was still reeling from the excitement of the ride, but she tried to get her brain to function clearly. “I feel a sense of power again. Like facing my fear made me even stronger.”
“That’s the beauty of the mind. Fear is all up here.” He tapped his head. “If you can capture that fear and put it into perspective, then you realize it’s not something that has to control you or limit you.”
“That’s what I realized with my job, but I hadn’t put that idea into play with my other fears.”
“Unfortunately, I had to learn it at a very young age. I recognized fierceness in you the first time our eyes connected at the bar,” he said as he pressed his hand to her cheek.
“I need to speak to the pilot for a moment. Promise me you won’t come any closer to the helicopter than this. The blades are dangerous.”
“I promise.” She’d promise him anything. He was so caring and thoughtful, and yet, unlike other men, his tenderness was bordered by a sexual undercurrent like she’d never felt before. And she sensed that the honesty about his past wasn’t coming easily, but earnestly.
“I’m so happy you were courageous enough to do this.” He pressed his lips to hers. “I’ll be right back.”
She watched him talking with the pilot, glancing back at her every few seconds, attentive and protective.
She’d never dated a guy who was so in tune to everything about her or who cared enough to try to be.
She looked around the deserted mountaintop and wondered what he had in store for them next, because there was no restaurant anywhere in sight.
The pilot climbed back into the helicopter, and Eric jogged over to Kat. With his body between her and the gusting wind, he guided her farther away from the helicopter as it kicked up dust and dirt and lifted into the sky.
“He’s leaving us here? Are we going mountain climbing next?” she hollered over the sound of the blades as they carried the chopper away.
He laughed. “Would you be willing?”
“You look way too serious. No, not at night I wouldn’t, but during the day I might.” She loved that he tugged her in tight against him again. She fit there perfectly, and he smelled heavenly.
With the helicopter gone, he smiled at her and brushed her hair from in front of her eyes. “No hiking tonight, I promise.” He led her away from the lights of the helipad to a black Land Rover she hadn’t seen parked by the edge of the woods—and apparently, the edge of a road as well.
“You’re like James Bond, with cars and helicopters popping up whenever you need them.” She climbed into the passenger seat, enjoying his deep laugh as he settled into the driver’s side.
“James Bond, huh? That’s one I haven’t heard before.” He started the car, and the headlights illuminated a road that disappeared beneath an umbrella of trees. “We’re on our way to Falling Grace. Have you been there?”
“No, but it sounds either very creepy or quite romantic.”
He reached for her hand. “I assure you, there’s nothing creepy about it.”
A few minutes later they pulled up in front of Falling Grace, a chateau-style restaurant built near the edge of a cliff.
Candles flickered in every window, and brilliant white lights lit up the woods on the periphery of the property, giving the evening a magical feel.
In-ground lights illuminated a stone walkway that snaked through gardens with a fountain on one side and ornate sculptures on the other.
Kat looked down at her jeans, then at the expensive cars parked all around them. “I’m not sure I’m dressed for this.”
“Darlin’, clothes do not make someone appropriate for a restaurant. You’re just as gorgeous in your jeans as you were in your dress and your suit this afternoon.” He pressed his hand to the small of her back, bringing her body flush against his again.
She would never, ever tire of this closeness.
His eyes moved from hers to her mouth, then back up again, stealing her worries about her clothing one brain cell at a time.
“We’re both wearing jeans. The way I see it, we can lose the clothes altogether and go in naked, or take our chances.”
His smile was contagious, and his sense of humor only made him even more attractive. “Nothing ever rattles you, does it?”
“Life’s too short to get too rattled over things that don’t matter. Clothes are meaningless.” He took her hand and led her toward the entrance.
“I really do like the way you think. Have you always been this confident, or did that come with your success?” She noticed the way his eyes flashed serious for a second, then just as quickly brightened again. He did that a lot, momentary deep thinking.
“That, my darlin’, is a great question.” He held the restaurant door open without answering, making Kat wonder about the sore spot she’d just touched.
A pretty brunette greeted them with a pleasant smile. “Good evening. Welcome to Falling Grace. Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes,” Eric answered. “Two for James, please.”
The hostess’s eyes widened, as if recognition suddenly dawned on her. “Yes, of course, Mr. James. Your table is ready. Please, follow me.”
Eric’s hand never left Kat’s back as they followed the hostess through the dimly lit restaurant, past tables full of important-looking people dressed to the nines, with regal voices and assessing eyes.
They passed through double doors at the rear of the restaurant, and to Kat’s surprise, they were led to an open elevator.
A handsome gentleman dressed in a dark suit greeted them.
“Mr. James. Ma’am.” He moved to the side as they stepped inside.
Kat looked at Eric, hoping for a clue as to where they were going.
His easy smile wasn’t giving anything away.
He pressed his hand to her waist, and she moved happily against his side.
They stood behind their host, and Eric’s hand slid to the curve of her butt.
She glanced up at him, and he arched a brow. God, she loved this rakish side of him.
The elevator doors opened and the gentleman stepped out and led them down a hallway lit by candles.
It was chillier than the restaurant, and Kat realized that they were surrounded by stone.
The ceiling, walls, and floor were all hard rock.
The hall opened up to a single room, carved into the side of the mountain.
A glass wall overlooked a spectacular waterfall.
Colorful lights beamed from the mountainside into the cascading water, providing the most magnificent, magical view she could ever imagine.
She reached for Eric’s arm to steady herself.
“Eric,” she whispered, full of awe.
“Yes?” He smiled, and she couldn’t find her voice.
The gentleman pulled out a chair for Kat. She sat, and before she could thank him, Eric did.
“I’ll retrieve your drinks,” the man said before leaving them alone, and Kat finally breathed.
“I don’t think they minded our attire,” Eric said, settling in beside her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered you a lemon-drop martini. I figured we could start over.”
“Start over?”
He reached for her hand. “I hope to be with you long past tonight, and the story you tell your friends should be a bit more romantic than picking each other up in an airport lounge.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “That’s really thoughtful.”
“And a little selfish, I’m afraid. I’m sure you have guy friends, and I don’t want them picturing you doing naughty things with me in the men’s bathroom.”
She laughed. “I’d never tell anyone that.”
He arched a brow. “I have a feeling Brianna knows.”
She nibbled on her lower lip, and he used his free hand to draw her closer by the nape of her neck.
“That’s okay, darlin’. I was kidding. I just want you to have a story you’re proud to tell, not one that makes you wonder if you made a mistake.”
“Thank you.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
He deepened the kiss, sliding his knee between her legs and moving closer.
The press of his lips sent a rush of heat through her.
She’d been dying to kiss him all evening, and now, with the crashing of the waterfall just beyond the glass and shadows dancing in their private candlelit room, she took her fill.
His tongue swept over every dip of her mouth, over her teeth, and then he pulled back and slicked it over her lower lip, leaving her breathing hard and moving hungrily in for more.
She wound her arms around his neck, and their mouths came together hard and fast. His hands slid to her hips, holding her there, burning right through her clothing.
She wanted to move from her chair to straddle his lap and let their bodies decide where to go next, but the sound of footsteps brought her mind back to reality, and she moved away with a whimper of loss.
His hand slid from her hip, down her forearm, and his fingers laced with hers, as if he, too, couldn’t stand losing the connection.
She was acutely aware of the heat consuming them, and she was sure that when their waiter returned with their drinks and set them on their table, he felt it, too.
“Would you like a few minutes to consider the menu?” he asked.
“Yes, please. We’ll ring for you when we’re ready.” Eric nodded toward a button near the doorway that Kat had somehow missed. She wondered how he knew what it was for and realized he’d probably been there before.
She told herself it didn’t matter. He was with her now, and that was all that was important.
“As you wish, sir.” With a nod, the waiter retreated again.
“Where were we?” With both hands, he reached for her hips and pulled her onto his lap. He gathered her hair over one shoulder and kissed her cheek. “You’re incredibly hard to resist. I truly had the best of intentions for tonight’s date, so don’t try to get into my pants.”
“Tsk! You are infuriatingly sexy, and funny, and—”
His mouth covered hers hungrily, and his hands tangled in her hair, holding her as he devoured her. His lips were hard, like the rest of him, as he kissed and nipped and sucked her lower lip into his mouth before taking her in another greedy kiss.
She pressed her chest to his, and then his hands were on her back, traveling down her sides, and finally—Lord, finally—he caressed her breasts. Her head tipped back with the sheer pleasure of his touch. His teeth dragged over her collarbone, and his tongue made a hot path between her breasts.
“God, I want to taste you,” he said between kisses. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and searched her eyes. “I suck at good intentions with you, Kat. I can’t help it. When I’m alone with you, you obliterate my rational thoughts.”
“Stop talking,” she said as she pressed her lips to his.
His thumbs brushed over her nipples, bringing them both to tight peaks. They ached for more. She ached for more, as she writhed against his erection. His lips were demanding; then they softened, in a stretch of slow, drugging kisses that drew a moan from her lungs.
“Kat,” he said against her lips. “Open your eyes, darlin’. Let me see you.”
She blinked, only then realizing how lost in him she’d become, how hard she was breathing.
“Hi.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Hi.”
“I’d like nothing more than to lay you on that table and make love to you. To watch your beautiful eyes as you give in to your pleasure.”
Her breath left her lungs in a rush.
“You’re so fucking sexy, you kill me.” His lips tipped up, and he touched his forehead to hers. “I want to touch you, Kat. Tell me no, and I’ll back off. Tell me yes, and I’ll make you come before dinner.” He pressed his cheek to hers and said, “And after, many times over.”