That One Time (2 page)

She asked with a smile, “Believe me now?”

He handed the papers back to her, their fingers brushing against each other, resulting in electricity zapping their skins with just the barest touch.
 

Nic watched her eyes widen, confusion clear in her gaze as she looked down at their now separated fingers, as if not understanding why such a thing had happened. Her innocence tempted him, in a way that he could not remember being tempted for so long. It was like knowing he was about to have sex for the first time and he could not wait for it to happen.
 

She looked up, her mouth parted slightly.
 

He decided then and there that he was not a good man.

“Yes,” Nic answered gravely. “I believe you now.”

Ayah choked out a laugh at his tone. “Now I know you’re making fun of me.” And he was but not insultingly so. She went back to rearranging the souvenirs on her table and, sensing his gaze on her, she asked him, “Do you have an IG account?”

“IG?”

“Instagram?”

He tried not to sound disdainful as he said, “I’m afraid not.”

She looked up at that, giving him a knowing look that just made Nic even more aroused. That look made Nic imagine impaling her with his cock, and him giving her a knowing look next.
What can you say now,
his burning eyes would ask.
If you think you know everything, you don’t. My cock will show you what you don’t know and I can only teach you—

“…and you can link it to your Facebook and Twitter account, too,” she was saying helpfully.

Nic forced himself to concentrate on what she was saying.
 

“Social media marketing is important in every industry, you know,” she told him. “So even if it doesn’t fit your ‘macho’ profile, you should really reconsider having an IG account.”

He gave her a solemn nod. “I will.”

She grinned. “I know you won’t.”

He shrugged.

Laughing, she returned her attention to the souvenirs. He continued looking at her silently, and she did her best not to be flustered. No one had ever studied her this long or this intently and it was seriously making her feel awkward.

Finally, when she couldn’t stand it, she mumbled, “What is it?”

He was finally getting to her.

Nic shook his head slightly, a little incredulous that for the first time in his life he found himself pursuing a woman’s attention and, worse, competing against airline products for it.

If his favorite cousin Farica was here, she would have been laughing her head off and telling him he deserved it. She had always told him he took himself too seriously, and with this girl, Nic was beginning to realize that it just might be true.

His gaze on her face, which was clearly flushed with embarrassment, he said bluntly, “You fascinate me.”

Ayah shook her head jerkily. “I’m not fascinating.” She kept her gaze trained on the souvenirs.

“Yes,” he countered silkily, “you are.” And before she could answer, he did them both a favor. He closed the distance between them, tipped her chin up, and kissed her.

Oooooooooh.
She gasped against his mouth, but the sound was swallowed by his burningly hot kiss. Did he know this was her first ever kiss? Would it matter? Should it matter?

His lips were soft, firm, hot, and everything she never dreamt about but should have. Men had never been a large part of her life, but with this kiss Ayah knew she would never look at men the same way again. Always she would remember this kiss, always she would compare, and always men would fail when pitted against
him.

She broke away, her hands on his chest. “I don’t even know your name!” She couldn’t believe she had let a nameless stranger kiss her like that!

Looking at him, with the way passion had turned his eyes into blue fire, Ayah realized with shock that she still wanted him to kiss her, name or no name.

Seeing that she was a hair’s breadth away from panicking, he said, “My name is Luuk.” It was not. “Luuk Aafjes.” That was the name of their family home’s head gardener, and he said it without thinking, years of having a cynical attitude towards women too ingrained in him to ignore. Ayah Chandler might look innocent, but she was not someone he truly knew and thus she was not to be trusted.

“Luuk.”
 

Something in him growled. He did not like hearing another man’s name on her lips – even if she thought it was his. He shook his head at her. “Do not call me that.”

Her eyes widened.

“Call me…lieverd.” At the questioning look in her eyes, he said, “I’m Dutch.”

“And…
lieverd…
” She stumbled over its pronunciation. “What does it mean?”

He cupped her face, sucking on her lower lip, making her gasp. She appeared dazed, making him smile as he pulled away. “It means…”

“It means?” she repeated after him in a whisper, looking at him like he was about to give her the keys to the universe.

“It means…” Behind her, most of the passengers within his line of sight were asleep but those awake had their fascinated gazes on them, doing their best to see what they were doing despite the dim lighting of the plane.
 

Ayah probably didn’t know they were being watched. He did – but he did not care. Looking down on her, Nic ran his knuckles down her soft cheek, a primal sense of satisfaction heating his body at the way she trembled at his touch. “It means…”

She drew her breath in, never imagining a voice could be
that
sexy.
 

He whispered, “Darling.” He said it in such a way that it became a dirty word, a forbidden word, a word that could only belong to both of them.

He bent forward, nuzzling her cheek, his lips moving to the side. She shivered as he nuzzled her ear just before he said softly, “
Lieverd
.”

Ayah’s body fell onto him at the sound. “Lieverd,” she whispered back, biting her lip to keep herself from screaming as he bit her ear lightly before his tongue traced her outer ear. “
Lieverd
.” She moaned it softly as his lips moved back to her neck.

Without breaking away, he took the plastic wrapped blanket from under the seat, tore the package open, then whipped it over Ayah. She blinked at him.

He smiled, devilishly.

There was a wicked mysterious gleam in his pretty blue eyes, but before she could figure out what that meant – or before she could even figure out how to
think
with him looking at her like that – he was kissing her again, one hand moving under the blanket at the same time.

It really was like the first time he had sex – or even the first time he had made out with a girl, groping in the dark, surrounded by people and trying not to let anyone know that he was about to get off.
 

Ayah’s body was incredibly soft, her curves extraordinary. He caressed her breasts, familiarizing himself with its weight and shape. Releasing her mouth, he looked at her, wanting to see her expression as he tweaked her nipples.

Her eyes went wide at the touch, and her lips parted when he pinched them.

Laughing softly, Nic immediately caught her unexpected moan into his kiss. “Sssh, lieverd. There are still those awake.”
 
He lifted his head. “Understand?”

She nodded, biting her lip hard as he reached for her under the blanket again.
Was this really happening?
She couldn’t think, not with his large strong hands on her breasts again. There was a very small part of Ayah asking her if she really was going to let a man she barely knew touch her like this. He had already taken her first kiss, had taken liberties with her body in a way that she thought she would only give to someone she loved.

She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but he was kissing her once more, his lips more forceful this time and with that one taste of his lips, her sensible part was defeated.
 

His fingers were circling her nipples now, creating a rhythm of lustful sensations inside her body. She ached and throbbed in places that she had never known to exist until now. Ayah leaned into him, surrendering herself to his mastery. At that moment, she acknowledged the excitingly shameful truth – he owned her and she wanted to be owned by him.

Their eyes locked with each other, and that beautiful devilish smile of his appeared on his lips once more. “You know what will happen next, yes?” His English had gained the faintest accent, and it just made his voice sexier and Ayah all the more breathless.

“I…” She couldn’t say it in words and nodded instead.

He gave her a reprimanding look and she wanted to whimper at the sight of it. There was this secret part of her that wanted to see more of the look – would it make him…
punish
her? Desire was making her more and more befuddled. In such a short span of time, she had become a stranger to herself, someone who had the naughtiest thoughts – the dirtiest thoughts, the kind of thoughts she had
never, never, never
ever thought in the past.

“Say it,” he invited her, the fallen angel seducing her to sin with him.

She swallowed, the temptation to succumb and do what he wanted nearly overwhelming the last of her inhibitions.

Pinching her nipples once more and not releasing it this time, Nic said in a low, commanding growl, “Say it, my sweet girl. Say you know what will happen next. Say you want it.”

The urgency and command in his voice captured her, turning Ayah into a slave of passion. She whimpered out, “I know.” Swallowing once more, she whispered, “I know what will happen next and I…I want it.”

“Good girl.” A rush of the most powerful desire surged into him, his cock rising up inside his pants at her words. Her surrender was impossibly sweet, making him want to take her then and there and over and over until they passed out in total exhaustion, their bodies still joined.
 

His cock throbbed again, in a way that could no longer be ignored. He released her breasts and pulled her close to him, kissing her even as his hand delved back under the blanket, searching for the triangle of flesh between her thighs. It took Nic only a few seconds to get inside her shorts, another few to push her lace panties aside and wet his fingers with her honeyed warmth.

She stiffened and arched in his arms, her legs stretching out, her head falling back. At that moment, she was the hottest girl he had ever seen in his life, and he swallowed back a groan, wishing for the nth time they were in the privacy of his jet. If they were, they would have long been fucking.

Nic started stroking her, teasing her folds into parting open, knowing that every throb would have her clit begging for his attention more and more. Soon, her scent reached him, making his nostrils flare and his cock nearly explode. Gazing down at her, he knew that she was completely unaware of how her musky scent would soon reach the others – the look of rapture on her lovely face told him that she was already lost in the throes of passion between them.

So innocent,
he thought. His lust for this girl he had just met surprised Nic. Innocents – and Ayah Chandler was sure to be one – had never appealed to him. In fact, it was always the opposite. They had used to bore him – until now. Until Ayah.

She stirred and strained in his arms and he knew it was time to take her away. He pushed one finger inside. And froze.

She, too, stilled, her gaze jerking up to him.

Nic gritted out, “You’re a virgin.”

Ayah whispered, “Yes.”
 

She didn’t say anything else, but her gaze was begging him to keep touching her and it was a plea he could not afford to ignore, not with his body demanding her complete submission.

Fuck.
He did not do virgins, and he had no plans taking her virginity. But to let this all go – this intense chemistry between them – without doing anything wasn’t something Nic could do either.
 

His finger moved involuntarily inside her and she jerked, her muscles tightening instinctively around him.

The tightness of her sheath was mind-blowing, and that was enough to make him decide.

There was more than one way to possess a woman, and he would possess Ayah Chandler now. He needed to. He had to.

When he started moving his finger, in and out, the softest and breathiest moan escaped Ayah. She shuddered as the thrusts of his finger became harder and faster. How could such a simple act be so beautifully hot?