Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
My eyes roam back over to him in the seat next to me and I melt again, his beauty arrests me. Never have I seen such an attractive male and he doesn’t even try to be, that’s what is so sexy about him. That and his sexual confidence. I suppose I can’t begrudge his sexual history because it has made him an incredible lover and…I blow out a breath as I try to articulate my thoughts. If he still wants me after all that he has been exposed to, that’s saying something surely. Isn’t it? I wonder if sex with another man would be as good. I smile and bite my bottom lip. I’m naughty. I can’t even imagine what it would be like.
“Why don’t you take your top off?” he whispers.
My mouth drops open. “Joshua, behave.” I smirk as I lean into him and kiss his beautiful lips.
“Frigid,” he whispers as he pulls back and winks at me.
Frigid, I am not frigid.
“Joshua, so help me, if you don’t shut up and look pretty for the rest of this flight, you are going to cop it.”
“What about in the bathroom? Can we have sex in the bathroom?” he smiles.
I frown at him. “No, definitely not. In your bed tonight when we get home, if you are lucky.”
He smiles and leans back in to me and grabs either side of my face as he tenderly takes control of my mouth with his tongue. I feel that familiar pulse between my legs as he kisses me deeply. Hmm OK, this is going to be a long flight.
Exactly fourteen hours later I wake as I feel Joshua stand and fuss around in the overhead luggage hold.
“What are you doing?” My half-asleep voice sounds husky as I speak.
“Just getting changed, Presh. Go back to sleep.” I nod and snuggle back into my pillow and blanket and then it dawns on me, why does he have to get changed? Did he spill a drink on himself or something? I open my sleepy eyes to see him in the aisle in just underpants as he unzips a suit bag. What in the hell is he doing?
“What are you doing?” I frown as I ask again.
He leans over the aisle and give me a kiss. “I’m in my underwear, feel free to molest me.”
“Josh, get your mind out of the gutter. I mean, why are you putting a suit on?”
He smiles a sad smile. “I can’t…I mean I always wear suits in public here, baby.”
I frown. “Huh, why?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I just do, you will get used to it.” How strange. I mean the man rocks a suit but to put one on to land at an airport…that’s just crazy talk.
Ben walks up the aisle to us. “Joshua, what are the arrangements?”
Josh bites his bottom lip and glances at me. “Natasha will go with Adrian, you, and Max in the first car and Cam and I will travel with Jim in the second.”
Ben frowns. “I think I should stay with you.”
“No, I want you with Tash. We will be one minute behind you, it will be fine.”
What are they talking about? “How come I can’t come with you?” I ask.
Joshua grabs my hand and squeezes it. “Because we can’t be photographed together until we tell your parents.” I slump down in my seat like a naughty child.
“Oh, right. Who would be at the airport at this time anyway?” He smiles and nods and for the first time since we have been together, I see an emotion in his eyes I haven’t seen before…pity.
Adrian grabs my hand as we walk across the tarmac with Ben in front and Max behind us. I turn and look at the plane.
“Isn’t Josh coming?” I ask.
Adrian lifts my hand up and kisses the back of it. “He will be out in a few minutes, Tash. Just don’t act like you know him if you see him.” Huh, why in the hell not? As we walk out of the airport through customs and toward the glass screen, I nearly stop dead in my tracks. There must be fifty photographers lined up against the glass, all waiting.
I hesitate and Adrian jerks me forward. “Act normal or they will know.” OK, what in the hell is he talking about now? Have I missed part of the conversation? I nod and continue forward to the black Audi wagon parked outside. Adrian ushers me to the car and opens the door for me to climb in, hmm, smell the leather. This car is new; it has that new car smell. I scramble over the seat and look out of the dark tinted windows toward the airport hoping to catch sight of my honey. Adrian and the boys are putting all the luggage in the trunk and I sit in silence trying to sum up the situation. Is Josh really this protected in America that I can’t even be seen with him? This is ludicrous. Does he think I’m going to live in a cupboard hidden from the world? We are so telling my parents when we get home.