Page 62 of Secrets & Lies

“You’re so weird,” she said, pushing my face away.

“I can’t help it. You fucking smell good enough to eat. I’m also partial to honeysuckle. My family’s home garden has both vines and shrubs. I have many fond memories of sucking the sweet nectar.”

That heady mix of innocence and seductiveness that swirled around her like a tornado was fucking with me.

“I’ll be sure to remember that. Tell me, is there a scent you don’t like? Maybe I’ll pick up something new.”

“Don’t you dare,” I growled, kissing her nose. She squealed. I turned to Becca, the flight attendant. “We’re ready.”

“Yes, Mr. King. I’ll let the pilot know.”

Shortly after, the pilot came on over the speaker, and we took off. She gripped my hand tightly. My eyes flashed to hers, surprised by the gesture. Once we were in the air, she loosened it, slowly moving her hand to her lap, all shy again.

She pulled her phone out. “Does this thing have Bluetooth?”

I nodded in response.

“Mind if I connect and put on a playlist? It’ll help with my nerves.”

“Please, I’d love to know what you listen to.” I winked. Leaning over, I showed her the name of the device, and she connected.

A song began playing. 'River' by Bishop Briggs. Her clear voice joined, and I raised my eyebrows. She added her own flavor to it, and I was mesmerized.

I sat back and watched in amusement. It was like watching a mini-performance. There was no way she was consciously aware of her actions. She was completely uninhibited.

Her sexy little body moved with an irresistible energy, perfectly synchronized to the rhythm of the song. Her lips moved as she sang the lyrics, and I could almost taste her. Every goddamn thing this girl did turned me on, and in that moment, flying amid the clouds, I never wanted to fuck a woman more.

Note to self: always let her pick the music.

“Alek,” she exclaimed, hitting my arm as she realized I was watching her. The blush that spread across her cheeks extended down her chest.

“You’re so fucking cute and full of surprises.”

“Not really. I’m pretty boring, actually. Kind of like eating Danishes every day,” she joked.

“You’re the least boring person I’ve met in a long time. I’m curious about your hiking experience. Tell me, have you ever been to the Umpqua Hot Springs?” I asked, wanting to keep her in a relaxed mood.

“Once, when I was a teenager. Haven’t been back in a long time.”

“Maybe you’ll let me take you sometime. It’s a bit far from Mount Hood, or I’d take you this weekend.”

I flicked my eyes at her. Damn, the soft look she gave me had me wanting to rip the dress from her body and have my way with her.

“Would you like something to drink?” I offered, needing some space.

“Yes, whatever you have will be fine.”

“Moscato or rosé.”

“Either is fine.” Her voice trembled.

“Rosé it is, then.” I walked back over.

“How cute,” she cooed when I handed her the little bottle.

“I wouldn’t say cute. It’s more practical, if anything.”

“Agreed, in more ways than one. If you’d handed me an open glass, I would have pretended to sip it.”

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