Page 45 of Only If You Dare

I chuckled. “You’re being too hard on yourself.”

“I need to freshen up. Bathroom?” She asked.

I left the couch standing to my feet, and offered her a hand. She accepted it, and her touch warmed my palm. We walked together, making our way to the bedroom in the rear of the jet. The closer we got, the tighter her fingers closed around mine. Desiree was nervous. When I’d mentioned stretching out across the bed earlier, she’d quickly shot that notion down; opting to lay across the sofa instead. I wondered if she thought I would love her and leave her. It was not ridiculous if she did. I could admit; my expertise with women only came from the promiscuous behavior I’d promoted throughout the last decade.

But if Desiree only knew my inner struggle, she might think differently. Inside the room, I stopped short and pointed to a door in front of us.

“Use whatever you need. This room is yours; bathroom is through that door. I’ve already taken the initiative to place your bags there on the dresser. If you require anything…”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, Bella.”

I pulled my eyes away from her and left in search of a cold shower. It was supposed to cool off the heated temperature of my skin, but I found myself assaulted with thoughts of Desiree. Standing in front of me, bare skin, droplets of water running down the plumpness of her breasts to her brown areolas. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and held back my head allowing the exuberant force from the shower head to spray my face as if it would wash the images away. Maybe I was in over my head. What did I know about being with a single woman anyway? I had my doubts about what I was pursuing. This was unknown territory.

I left the shower and got myself together for the day. The next time I saw Desiree, she was sashaying through the hallway quietly. When my eyes fell on her, I knew I was a goner. I loved Desiree’s beautifully feminine face, her soulful eyes, and plush mouth. Her lips held a soft shine; then she blessed me with a glowing smile.

“Is this okay?” She asked.

Words were lost on me as my perusal traveled over her. The white Arabian dress she wore complimented the white satin cravat that covered her hair. If my eyes were a laser, Desiree’s silhouette would be on fire.

Her beautiful lips moved. “I thought maybe I should dress the part,” she said. “Did I go overboard?” She twisted her lips uncertain about her decision.

My voice was gruff when I spoke. “You’re a goddess.” I’d never felt so confident about anything in my life. Desiree blushed, and I moved wanting to be closer. I took her hand in mine and caressed the top of her skin while keeping my focus on her eyes. Her lashes fell, and she shivered; the fragrance wafting from her coated me with rouse.

“Come with me,” I said keeping hold of her hand. I helped Desiree into the seat she claimed upon taking off and buckled her belt to prepare for landing. Whenever I had the pleasure of touching her, a surging heat wave shot through me. It happened so often it took an extraordinary effort on my part to keep from ruining her every time. Her lashes gave off a subtle flutter as she watched my every movement, and her mouth beckoned me to dip in for a succulent kiss. An overhead speaker crackled then Kelsey’s voice came through.

“We’re minutes outside of Dubai International Airport, and we’ve been given the go ahead to land. If you haven’t already, please take your seats and get ready for this smooth landing.”

“Thank you,” Desiree said.

I pulled away from her and took my seat.

“Anytime Bella,” I said. “Anytime.”

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