Ample Delights (8 page)

She turned the page, casting a quick glance at Nick who was busy fiddling with his phone. It didn’t look like he’d just seen her ogling his picture.

Thank goodness.

Taking a deep breath, Terrah began reading an article on how to expertly trim eyebrows. She was halfway through it when Nick cleared his throat.

“So…”

She lifted her head from the magazine to look at him. “So?”

“Tell me what you were you thinking about when you saw my ad.”

Damn!
He
had
seen her.

“Nice underwear.”

Nick raised an eyebrow.

“That’s
all
you were thinking about?”

His voice was lower than normal as he leaned a little closer to her. She had to lift her chin higher to meet his eyes.

“C’mon, Nick”—Terrah shook her head with an exasperated sigh—“I was thinking about what I’m sure
every
woman on this planet thinks about when looking at that picture.”

Was he for real?

Did he really think she was going to confess all her secret erotic fantasies about him to his face?

“I’m not interested in knowing what every other woman is thinking, only you.”

His seductive tone captivated her as she held his gaze.

“I’m sure you can guess what I was thinking about, Nick.”

“I’m not a mind reader. Were you admiring the boxers? Were you studying lighting or maybe the backdrop? Or…were you imagining the two of us together in bed?”

A wave of desire crested over her, so strong that Terrah squeezed her thighs together as if the small movement could prevent the flood of wetness from soaking her panties.

“What kind of question is that?” The moist heat centring between her legs competed with the burn of her cheeks.

“The kind of question I want an answer to.”

“Yes. I was imagining what it would be like to have sex with you.”

She had hoped to shock him with her brazen response, but he simply nodded his head as if she’d just commented on the weather. Terrah averted her face, feeling exposed and ridiculous as she picked an imaginary piece of lint off her skirt.

Why had she admitted that to him?

He’s still staring at m—

“Let me tell you what it would be like.”

Heaven help me.

She whipped her head up, her eyes widening as she met Nick’s steady gaze.

“I’d tease you first and make you come.”

She gasped as he shifted in his seat, turning his body slightly so that the passengers across from them were blocked.

He leaned toward her. “When you were ready, I’d take you slow.” He lowered his voice even more. “I’d want to see every expression on your face as I fucked you.”

“Nick, please!” Terrah yanked on the neck of her sweater, hotter and wetter than she’d ever been in her life.

“Yeah, and I’d want you to say my name. I promise I’d
make
you say my name over and over again. Like you just did…only on the edge of a scream—“

“Nick!”

He gave her a rueful smile, as if he’d got carried away and regretted speaking, but Terrah knew better.

“Do you have a clear picture of what it’d be like now?”

Terrah blinked, rendered speechless by the scorching hot mental picture Nick had painted with his bold words.

He was so sure it was going to happen.

And it is.

Liquid fire coursed through her veins instead of blood as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She fidgeted in her chair, wishing she could get some fresh air or least take a breath without smelling Nick’s pheromone-laden cologne.

“Terrah…”

He said her name in lowered, husky tones, as if they were already in bed, making her squirm even more in her seat as she averted her face from his to look out of the window.

She was going to break her own rule about dating models.

And who said anything about dating?

This was probably only going to be a brief fling. A brief, hot,
wild
fling. She’d worry about her shattered principles once she got back home. Terrah still wasn’t convinced Nick wasn’t just a player used to getting whichever woman he wanted in bed. There was a huge chance she’d get played, but it was a risk she was willing to take because she wanted him more than she’d wanted any other man in her life.

Nick’s gentle caress on her arm snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked at him, sucking in a breath as he chuckled.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes.”

She could only stare at him as he gave her an amused smile. Terrah closed her eyes for a brief moment as Nick turned his attention to their ever-attentive stewardess. She exhaled, wishing she’d come up with a pithy response, but it was hard to deny the truth. There had to be laws in place against men who had this much sex appeal and charm. The stewardess wasn’t immune either, laughing and smiling with Nick as she offered him two blankets. She watched him take them, her eyes drawn to his fingers on the soft blue material.

Even his hands are beautiful.

And she wanted them all over her body.

The erotic thoughts filling her head made her stomach dip, and the plane seemed to emulate the motion as Nick handed over her blanket.

“Did you feel that?”

Nick nodded. “A little turbulence, nothing to fear.”

“Righ—”

Terrah stopped short as the captain’s voice came over the speaker.

“This is your captain speaking. Just wanted to let you know we may encounter a few pockets of bad weather. We should be through it shortly. Please keep your seatbelts fastened until further notice.”

Pockets of bad weather…

Was that a nice way of saying ‘Be prepared for an emergency landing’?

Terrah glanced up to where the oxygen masks were supposed to fall down. She needed to relax. There was nothing to fear.

“Terrah.”

Nothing to fear at all. You’re just a few thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean.

“Terrah, look at me.”

She slowly turned toward Nick.

“You’re not going to freak out on me over a little turbulence, are you?”

“What? No. I’m good.”

“You’re not good. I can practically see the disaster scenarios playing out in that pretty head of yours.” Nick reached out and touched her knee. “Am I going to have to kiss you until that ‘Fasten your seatbelt’ sign goes off? Because I will.”

Terrah laughed. “That might bother the people across from us.”

“Do you think I’m concerned about that?”

He traced a circle on her knee, shifting all of her attention away from the integrity of the plane and back to him. Tension faded from her shoulders as the warmth of his touch spread like wildfire up her leg.

Nick tapped his finger on her thigh. “Why don’t we watch a movie?”

“A movie sounds good.”

It felt strange talking about watching a movie as if he hadn’t just declared his intention to take her to bed for sweet loving.

“Comedy? Drama? Romance?”

The tone of his voice darkened a little on the last word and Terrah dropped her gaze from his face to his hand, which was still on her knee.

“Definitely not drama.”

“Let’s laugh, then.”

He slipped his hand off her leg, and Terrah watched him set up the movie.

“What did you pick?”

“It’s a surprise.”

He grinned at her as he put on his headphones.

Terrah followed suit and looked at the screen in front of her. She groaned when Jim Carrey popped up on the screen. Within minutes she was giggling at the actor’s wild antics, totally forgetting about her fears concerning the plane.

It felt perfectly natural laughing and watching the movie with Nick, who seemed to find the same things as funny as she did. She was actually enjoying herself…in the air.

Terrah glanced at Nick, taking in the way his long frame lounged back in his seat. He was the reason she was so relaxed, and she appreciated his efforts to help her calm down. Her gaze ran over his white shirt and she wished she could lay her head on his chest. She could—she knew it, he wouldn’t stop her—but the seats weren’t conducive to that kind of arrangement.

Too bad.

Or maybe it was for the best.

The more she contemplated sleeping with Nick, the more she realised she might not be able to walk away from him unscathed. She kept discovering new things she liked about him besides his good looks. Spending more time with him confirmed she was more than just physically attracted to him.

Halfway through the film, Terrah found it harder and harder to keep her eyes open. She pushed her seat back and turned her body towards Nick to stretch out into a more comfortable position. She inhaled deeply and a yawn escaped from her lips. Her eyelids fluttered downward as she fought to stay awake. She smiled sleepily, unable to stop Nick’s erotic declarations from replaying in her head.

Terrah
wondered if he was a man of his word. She wanted to find out in the worst way.

She was exhausted and sex-deprived…clearly in no shape to rationally think about all the ramifications of sleeping with Nick.

Her eyelids dropped and the last thing she saw was Nick’s gorgeous profile illuminated by the screen in front of him as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Eight

“Terrah…”

Nick watched the blanket slip from Terrah’s shoulders as she shifted in her seat. She looked so damned beautiful while sleeping. Her soft moan made his cock twitch and it took considerable effort not to touch her. He was certain she’d welcome his caresses, but he didn’t want to start something that couldn’t be finished thirty thousand feet in the air.

When he touched her again he wanted no interruptions…nothing stopping him from doing exactly what he’d told her he would, what he’d been thinking about for the past ten hours.

“Terrah, wake up.”

She opened her eyes, blinking as she arched her body.

His gazed dropped briefly to her breasts, which were pushing invitingly against the soft threads of her sweater. If she’d been any other woman, he’d have thought she’d orchestrated the movement for his benefit, but Terrah wasn’t like any other woman. She was simply loosening the kinks from her body.

And I want to work ‘em out for her.

“What time is it?”

Nick glanced at his watch. “Almost six in New York, but we’re about to land and it’s almost eleven here.”

As if on cue, the captain came on the air, announcing their estimated landing time in Hawaii.

“You slept through breakfast service. Are you hungry?”

Terrah shook her head, setting her seat back into the upright position. “I’m just ready to get off this plane. Did you sleep?”

“A little. I never sleep well on planes.”

“Me either, typically.”

Nick grinned. “Could’ve fooled me. You were snoring the whole time.”

Terrah’s eyes widened with horror. “Are you serious?”

“No.”

She glared at him. “I don’t do jokes before eight a.m.”

“We’re on Hawaiian time now, sweetheart.”

Their stewardess stopped and offered coffee, which they both accepted.

Nick took a sip, appreciating the strong brew. In truth, he hadn’t slept that much at all. Being so close to Terrah without being able to caress her had acted as a natural stimulant, keeping him awake for most of the flight.

A few minutes later, their coffee cups were picked up and the seatbelt warning sign came on, signalling their impending landing.

“Not long now. How are you during plane landings? Should I be ready to distract you?”

Terrah laughed. “I’m too excited to freak out right now. We’re finally here! And we have the rest of this day to relax a little before tomorrow’s shoot.”

Pity.
He wouldn’t have minded kissing her until the plane came to a complete stop.

“I can’t wait to take a nice, long shower.”

Nick watched Terrah twist a curl around her finger before reaching for her purse.

Have mercy!

Terrah in the shower. Her innocent statement sparked his imagination in a hundred different naughty ways.

Terrah naked and wet…

Nick cleared his throat. “Will you let me take you to brunch?”

Her lips curved up as she applied lip gloss. The shimmering, rosy hue made her full lips look even more kissable.

Suckable.

“Mmm…brunch sounds great.”

Nick loved Terrah’s smile—so sexy and cute at the same time.

Soon, the plane touched down and in no time at all they were exiting the aircraft together. They were greeted by four lovely Hawaiian women who placed fragrant leis around their necks before they entered the airport terminal.

“I can’t believe I’m in Hawaii!”

Her excitement made him grin.

“Let’s get our luggage, so we can check into our hotel.”

He led the way to baggage claim, ignoring the stares and random camera flashes directed at him.

“You’ve obviously got some major fans here.”

Nick shrugged. “I’m sure news about the shoot has spread all over the island. Look, the luggage is coming out.”

“There’s mine.”

“The brown suitcase with the red tie?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll get it.”

He left her side, reaching the bag right before it would’ve disappeared on the conveyor belt. His own luggage appeared seconds later.

“Thanks,” Terrah said, taking the handle from him. “Now to get a taxi.”

“I’m sure there’s a limo waiting for me.”

Terrah lifted her head up in acknowledgment. “Right.”

“Come on.”

He led the way again, through the busy terminal towards the doors, where a man with his name on a sign stood waiting. The limo driver recognised him instantly, rushing over with a smile to take Terrah’s suitcase.

“Aloha, Mr Tasso. My name’s Tim. Welcome back to Hawaii.”

“Thank you, Tim. Just call me Nick, and this is Terrah—she’ll be accompanying me to the hotel.”

“Of course. Let me take your bags.”

Tim ushered them through the doors and Nick took in a deep breath of the warm, fresh air as they approached the sleek black limo. Within minutes they were pulling away from the kerb. He pointed out a few buildings to Terrah as they made their way to the hotel, enjoying being the tour guide. Terrah’s enthusiasm was infectious. She listened intently to every bit of information he shared about the island.