Page 71 of The Acquisition

I made a noise against his finger. He finally removed his finger and grabbed our bags. "Private plane or not, we still have a schedule to follow."

"I wouldn't know. It's a surprise, remember?" I tossed out to his retreating back.

His longer legs beat me to the elevator, and again out the main door where the town car waited with the trunk popped open. He raised an eyebrow at me as I approached him. "I thought I was going to have to come and toss you over my shoulder."

"You are such a caveman," I complained. At least I tried to sound like I was upset about his habit of manhandling me. The truth was I found those occasional displays of possessiveness hot. I'd take that secret to the grave though, because I was far too independent to encourage that behavior.

He pulled open the rear door of the car and held it open for me. "Your chariot awaits."

We worked our way through the heavy traffic until we were headed outside of the city. Although I didn't speak German, I was able to decipher that we'd pulled into a private air strip. I should have realized when he said private transportation he meant the AG jet.

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Isquirmed in my seat, looking out the window trying to judge where we were headed. Of course that was an impossible feat given we were flying over a heavy cloud cover.

Each time I asked Colt to give me a hint he shot me down. "You'll find out soon enough. It looks like I'm going to have to teach you to love a bit of anticipation." There was a wicked glint in his eyes as he issued what I realized was a threat.

Patience was not a virtue I had mastered. I huffed at him and went back to staring out the window.

Colt stood and loomed over the seat I occupied. "Do you need a distraction, wife?"

I gave him my best innocent look, blinking up at him. "What did you have in mind?" I knew what he was thinking. It wasn't that he had a one-track mind, but when we were alone his thoughts did tend to turn toward the erotic.

His brow furrowed as he assessed my emotional state. The slight crinkling around his eyes seemed to enhance, rather than detract from his masculine beauty. I gave him a lot of shit for our age difference, but it was actually a plus for me.

As a driven woman who'd accomplished a lot in twenty-six years, I often found men around my own age driftless and unreliable. Colt had figured out who he was and what he wanted out of life. For some insane reason, I was the one he seemed to want to share it with.

Colt grasped the clasp of my seatbelt and effortlessly worked the mechanism free. As was becoming a habit for him, he scooped me out of the seat and tossed me over his shoulder. I squeaked as he made his way down the aisle to the sofa toward the rear of the plane.

He set me down sideways on the supple leather couch before sitting next to me. His large hand closed around my ankle and pulled so that I fell onto my back.

"I knew it was a good idea to lay out a dress for you to wear," he said as he pushed the material slowly up my thighs.

My eyes wheeled around the cabin. Colt smirked as he watched me make sure we were alone. "I suggested they return to the crew quarters unless they're needed."

"There's a crew quarters?"

He nodded. "This is a top of the line plane. Now stop trying to find reasons to stop me. I think you need your first lesson in learning to enjoy anticipation."

His fingers brushed lightly against the inside my thighs as he coaxed my dress up higher a fraction of an inch at a time.

My breasts rose and fell with each choppy breath I inhaled. I tried to squeeze my thighs together as my core clenched around nothing. Colt's fingers applied more pressure, forcing me to keep my legs slightly parted.

I had no choice but to lay back and see what he had planned for me. I had to admit there was an excitement in surrendering control to him.

Colt continued to slide the soft fabric of my dress up until his warm breath met my soaked panties causing chills to spread across my entire body. He didn't linger where I wanted him, but instead his wicked fingers continued to stroke my legs and stomach.

His mouth joined his fingers as his lips brushed lightly traveling the same path. I was so lost to the sensation of his touch that I didn't notice when he pulled my dress off, at least not until the cool air of the vents hit my chest. My nipples tightened to hard pebbles, scratching against the lace of my bra, adding to the building sensations coursing through my body.

When his mouth bypassed my lace-covered breasts to travel up the column of my throat, I released a frustrated whimper. "Colt, please," I begged.

His mouth covered mine with a lazy kiss. It was a confusing mix of comfort and arousal. The embers of passion smoldered slowly, building to what I knew would be an inferno of need to have him inside me.

Lights flashed in the cabin, and Colt rose off me, making me groan in frustration. I was supposed to enjoy this? Anticipation, the way he played it, was nothing more than a cruel game of teasing.

He gathered my dress off the floor and started to dress me. My skin was overly sensitive, and I batted his hands away. "I can put my own clothes back on."

He chuckled a dark sound that rolled across my skin. "I see we have a lot more work ahead of us if you're ever going to learn to draw out your pleasure."

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