35. Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Four
Trick
Sapphire leads the way back to the jet, striding ahead confidently in spite of her heels. She must be really used to wearing them. The ground is hazardous enough that I keep stumbling in my sneakers, but she’s like a ballerina the way she glides over every obstacle, face forward.
I’m way more used to being around women who can barely walk in their stilettos.
That might be an alcohol thing, I guess, but I can’t imagine this woman getting messy drunk.
She seems way too perfect for that.
But what would I know?
This is all new territory for me.
It’s my first … crush? I guess. Though that sounds a little tame for what I’m feeling.
Obsession? That’s probably more like it, but I could do without the negative connotations.
The desire I felt the second I locked eyes on her wasn’t some one-time thing. It’s been flooding my system, over and over again, making my pants tighten and my heart race and my thoughts …
They’ve been running from awestruck to depraved and back again.
Right now, as we approach the jet, watching her hips move in that dress, they’re headed back toward depraved, with a heavy dose of desperate, needy, lustful yearning.
If this is what attraction feels like, I’m glad it hasn’t made a regular appearance in my life.
I don’t know how the hell I ever would have gotten anything done.
She turns to me in front of the steps that lead inside.
“Can you show me where the bathroom is?”
“Yeah, sure,” I murmur, moving past her, up the steps and into the jet.
I move to the side of the cockpit door as she steps in beside me. She’s so close, she must surely be able to hear my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
I would give anything for this woman to proposition me the way the drunk backstage groupies almost always do.
Is this what they feel when they’re trying to flirt with me?
Surely not. This is so intense. It can’t be normal.
“It’s at the back on your right.”
“Thanks,” she says, flashing me a smile as she moves away.
I need to find a way to get control of myself. She’s not gonna be impressed if I turn into a nervous wreck every time she asks a question. Especially since that’s what she’s here for.
Once she disappears into the bathroom, I set the sun lotion down on the table, and check behind my seat for the water Kian said was stashed on board.
There’s a whole case stashed back there, but I don’t need to touch it to know it won’t be cold.
The minifridge bottles, on the other hand, should be good.
I grab a few bottles to bring to the beach, putting them down on the table while I wait for Sapphire.
Picking up the lotion, I mentally debate using it.
Truth is I’m probably already burnt.
It’s scorching outside, and my skin is so pale it’s almost chalk white.
Sure, I’m probably already fucked, but that doesn’t mean I should let it get worse.
As much as I hate the feel of using this stuff on my skin, it would be dumb not to use it.
Sighing, I squirt a little onto my hands and start rubbing it onto my face.
I’m still working on covering my face when Sapphire comes out of the bathroom.
She closes the door and comes over to where I am.
“Oh, hey, I can do that for you,” she offers, holding out a hand for the bottle.
“Uh …” I murmur, trying to think of words, any words.
She takes the bottle from me and looks me over. “Take off your shirt.”
“Take off my …” I start, not believing she just said that.
It feels more like one of those depraved thoughts I’ve been having.
“It’s black, and I’m guessing you’ve packed all black shirts?”
“It’s kind of how I dress.”
“Well, it’s gonna make you attract the sun, and with your complexion, I don’t think that’s a good thing. So, you should let me sort your back and shoulders. You can do the rest.”
She looks at me patiently, gaze drifting down.
I turn in toward the table, trying to avoid showing off the obvious lump in my pants.
The buttons of the shirt take a minute to undo, but I shrug the shirt off easily enough once it’s open. I place it on my usual seat, and then I cross my arms in front of me because it feels awkward to let them dangle at my sides.
“Nice tattoos,” she tells me, before she squirts lotion onto her palm a couple of times before putting it down on the table, close to the front of my pants.
“Uh, thanks,” I answer, moving back slightly.
“Do they mean anything? Or did you just like how they looked?”
“That depends.”
“It depends?” she asks, with a laugh. “On what?”
“If this is part of your interview, I like how they look.”
“Ah,” she murmurs as she moves behind me. “I get it. This might feel a little cold.”
“That’s fine.”
When she moves behind me and places her hands on my shoulders, it barely takes three seconds for my cock to start throbbing like it wants to burst out of my pants.
I bite my lip and try not to think about how good it would feel if she shoved her creamed-up fingers into my boxers.
Control yourself. There’s nothing sexy about sunscreen.
Hah. If it wasn’t on her hands, it wouldn’t be the slightest bit sexy.
It’s probably a good thing she’s the one in control of where she touches.
The chances of a hand going down my pants is slim.
Relax, dumbass. She’s doing you a favor, remember? She’s not giving you a happy ending.
Knowing she’s not touching me in a sexual way takes a little bit of the heat out of my blood.
It’s crazy how hard it is to keep hold of my common sense while I’m around her.
“If I was gonna guess,” she starts, as she rubs the lotion over my shoulder blades. “I’d say these wings represent freedom.”
“That wouldn’t be wrong,” I admit. “I got them when I moved out of my parent’s place.”
“And the guitar on your arm kind of speaks for itself.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t need an explanation.”
“The skull design on your forearm is new,” she goes on, before she picks the bottle back up and squirts more lotion onto her hands.
“It is.”
“Feels like it’s missing something. Do you have another session to go back for?”
I look down my arm. There are other design details making up the sleeve I’ve been having added to for years, but I’d thought the skull was the last piece I needed to make it complete. Now that I look again, it feels like she might be right.
But I don’t know what’s missing.
“Huh,” I mutter. “I hadn’t planned on it, but maybe.”
“It looks good,” she adds.
“Yeah, but it is missing something. Any ideas?”
“I’m not sure. Let me think about it.”
She works her hands down my back, rubbing the lotion in like she’s massaging my body gently at the same time. I didn’t think I’d be into that, but it feels good.
I doubt it would feel the same if anyone else were rubbing my body down, but I’d let her touch me any time she wanted. Anywhere she wanted …
“All done,” she sings sweetly as she rubs the remainder of the cream into her hands.
I half turn. “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
She gives me a smile before she moves past me, hip bumping against my ass as she goes.
“I’ll wait outside while you finish up,” she tells me as she exits the cabin.
“Sure,” I murmur, letting out a breath once she’s out of sight.
I can’t stop myself from thinking about the way she touched me.
I’ve never had such a strong urge to yank my dick out of my pants.
The lotion is quickly discarded on my seat while my fingers tear at my zip and boxers to bring my cock out of its trap and into my hand.
The tip is wet before I even start to squeeze and tug on the length.
It’s risky to do this while she’s only a few feet away from me.
She could walk right back in here any second.
And even if she did, I don’t think I could stop.
Not now.
It’s never been like this before.
I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her.
If I get my chance, I’m never gonna let her go.
I bite back a gasp as I come over my hand, and the table.
The relief that floods through me relaxes my entire body.
Damn. I think I really needed that.
And now, I really need to clean up and get back outside, where she’s waiting for me.