life never put much effort into a relationship. But then, neither did I. It worked both ways.”
His eyes grew clearer as he asked gruffly, “Why were you even together?”
I shrugged. “I guess they were my okay-for-now boyfriends, just like I was their okay-for-now girlfriend. Haven’t you ever had someone like that? Somebody you don’t mind being with, even if they don’t set your body on fire or anything.”
He quirked an eyebrow, the amusement back in his eyes again. “Yeah. I call them my mates, and I don’t sleep with any of them.”
I made a face at him. “I meant haven’t you had that kind of relationship with a female.”
“No,” he answered. “It seems rather pointless. I think I prefer hooking up with a woman I like for amazing sex, and then going home when the evening is over. No strings attached.”
Really? “So all you want is good sex from a woman?”
He hesitated before he answered. “I’d prefer incredible sex, if you don’t mind. And it’s just never gone any further than that. Most of the women I’ve dated aren’t looking for anything more intense. So it’s always worked out well for me.”
I was ready to call bullshit on his statement about nothing ever “going further” for him. That it had just never happened.
Somehow, I knew that he sought out women who wouldn’t ask for more. It had never gone further because he designed it that way.
What I didn’t know was why he did it.
“That sounds…pretty cold,” I observed aloud.
“Is it really any worse than being an okay-for-now girlfriend?”
I thought about his question before I replied. “Probably not.”
“At least I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.”
I shot him a dubious look. “How do you know that? Women fake it all the time.”
He glared back at me. “I assure you that no woman has ever had to fake it with me.”
Did he not know that every guy in the entire world thought that, too? I was sorely tempted to do the Meg-Ryan-I’m-faking-an-orgasm scene from the movie When Harry Met Sally, but I knew nobody could ever fake it as well as Meg did.
I certainly couldn’t.
I never even tried to fake it, and my boyfriends had never really cared.
Done with the entire conversation, I reached for my carry-on bag and sifted through the contents for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. “I need to change. I want to try to get some sleep.”
Damian was reclined, so there wasn’t enough space in the pod for me to avoid swinging a leg over his to get to the aisle.
It shouldn’t have been a difficult task.
It wasn’t like I had to crawl over him.
It was just his lower legs, for God’s sake.
It was just a little…hop!
Unfortunately, the small leap was a whole lot harder than I anticipated after all of the cocktails I’d swilled down over the last few hours.
I got dizzy from getting up too fast, and then tried to catch myself by grasping Damian’s seat behind me after I’d jumped over his long, stretched-out legs.
I failed to catch myself, and I panicked for a moment as I started to fall backward.
Strong arms wrapped solidly around me, pulling my upper body against a very solid chest as my ass landed very inelegantly in Damian’s lap.
CHAPTER 5
Damian
I KNEW I WAS completely fucked from the second her statuesque body collided with mine, and I smelled a faint, mouthwatering scent of…strawberries.
Christ! When in the hell had fruit become an aphrodisiac? Yeah, I liked strawberries, but they’d never exactly gotten my dick hard.
I’d been aware that Nicole was tipsy, but she’d gone into motion so fast that I hadn’t had a chance to move my legs so she could be more careful once she got to her feet.
Transatlantic Airlines prided themselves on their extra-wide, reclining, lie-flat seats in business class, and I was just figuring out how very convenient they were as I steadied Nicole’s curvy figure in my lap.
I’d wrapped my arms tightly around her as she’d fallen to keep her upper body from flopping over the armrest between us, which allowed her beautiful ass to plop directly into my lap. Her lower legs dangled naturally over my armrest next to the aisle.
I closed my eyes and stifled a tormented groan as the feel and the tantalizing scent of Nicole wafted over my senses. I’d wanted to know what she’d feel like in my arms, and now, I knew.
I guess I’d never known that a guy could feel ecstasy and torture at the same time.
My cock had responded