am not in the five stages of grief, and I am definitely not attracted to you!"
He splayed his fingers across one of my breasts. My breath caught in my throat, my heart beating wildly at the touch, and my nipples, those traitors to my better intentions, hardened visibly under the thin gauze dress I'd donned for the anticipated warmth of Italy.
Alec pursed his lips as his thumb swept over my nipple. I shivered, for a moment entertaining the idea that I could have my cake - hot, steamy lovemaking with Alec - and keep him at arm's length at the same time, but realized that was the sheerest of follies.
"Damn you," I snarled, stalking off toward the back of the cabin.
Sleep well, love.
You can go to hell!
Pleasant dreams, too. Hopefully ones about you and me being naked together.
I froze for a second at the images with which he filled my head, then ran the rest of the way to the bedroom, desperate to shut out both the images and the knowledge that he was right.
I was utterly, completely, wholly in denial, and determined to stay that way.
An hour later I was still tossing and turning on the bed, not totally comfortable with the idea of an airplane having a bedroom to begin with. What if there was turbulence ? I looked, but there were no seat belts on the bed, so I contented myself with very carefully tucking myself in with the sheets pulled very tight over me. But mostly, I was sleepless because my body sang a sad little song of loss over the fact that it was confined to the bed, while Alec was sitting out in the main cabin, in glorious manliness.
Just what was he doing with that laptop?
Taking care of some business.
Stop eavesdropping! I ground my teeth at him for a few minutes, then unable to keep from asking, What sort of business? Businessy business, or vampire business?
I am involved in several mundane financial businesses, querida.
Really?
Yes, really. I have to have some way to fund trips in private jets, he answered, amusement rife in his mind.
Oh, I suppose . . . I thought you just . . . you know . . . had money.
I do have money. I've spent my life working for it.
I didn't know why, but that pleased me. I've always liked people who made their own fortunes, both literal and figurative.
As do I. I thought you were tired?
I was. I am. Don't you dare offer to have sex with me so I'll sleep. And don't tell me you're not going to offer that, because I can feel that you are.
His laughter echoed in my head as I snuggled into the pillow, willing myself to sleep.
I surfaced from a dream of being bathed in warm, golden honey to find myself facedown on the bed, the lights in the room dimmed, and a sexy vampire kissing his way up my spine, his hands caressing my behind. "You are wearing black lace. Have I told you how much black lace lingerie arouses me? Nothing is quite so sexy as it is against the flesh of a warm, willing woman."
I swear his hands were made of fire. I struggled against the need to purr, saying instead in a hoarse voice, "Have we landed?"
"Yes. We're in New York, refueling. We should be taking off again shortly."
"Oh. Alec, I said no sex, and I meant - "
Hush. I won't do anything you don't desire me to do. I simply can't resist you any longer.
I groaned to myself, both at the sensation of his tongue painting a line up my spine and at the knowledge that what I desired was him, pure and simple.
But not on the only terms he wanted me.
Oh, great, he was right - I was at the bargaining stage! Dammit!
Even that knowledge did nothing to stop me as his hands slid between my legs, stroking me through the black lace and satin underwear, teasing me until he slid them off, his magical fingers making sure to inflame me further. His fingers danced in my hidden depths, his mouth moving over to one hip. I shivered at the heat of it, moving restlessly on the sheets, my breasts aching for his touch. "You're hungry again."
"I'm always hungry for you." One finger sank into me, making my muscles quiver and grip him, my body tight and hot with need.
"Then you'd better go ahead and have a snack. I wouldn't want it getting around that I was a