Page 22 of Sweet Virgin

Chapter Seven

Kealen

The time on my watch read five-thirty, fifteen minutes longer and her plane would be landing.

Her plane. . .

Even as I thought the words, it felt right, but I wasn't sure if she would come walking out that runway door. I hoped she would, but hope ran thin.

It was a chance meeting and I wasn't ready to watch it slip through my fingers. There was no way for me to know that I would find her there. Yet I did, and now I wanted her in my life more than I could have ever imagined.

Leaning against a cement post, I twisted my watch into the skin around my wrist. It burned, the red ring was spreading higher and deeper, but I couldn't stop myself. I had gotten the email that the ticket was claimed, there was just no possible way for me to know if she had actually had the balls to get on.

Glancing back down, I watched the second hand tick in slow motion, each second seeming longer than the last.

What if she doesn't come?

I wanted Allie to step out into the brightly lit terminal, gracing me with that big beautiful smile. Nothing would make me happier than to see her face, her sweet lush body, and that ass I could ride for days.

When she told me she was a virgin—a full blown, never been touched virgin—I had to admit it turned me on. The idea of having a blank canvas really stroked my ego.

The animal in me wanted to show her what it felt like to have a cock buried deep inside her pussy. I wanted to feel her pulse around my length as her juice drenched our skin and her body rippled in waves of pleasure. The purity and innocence was begging me to steal it away, turning her into a sinful goddess.

I wouldn't force her to do anything, but damn, I was going to try like hell to make her mine. There was nothing I wouldn't do to have my way with her. But it wasn't just the thought of claiming her for myself that cemented my need to have her.

There was this rush, a spark that ignited someplace deep inside that was telling me to not let this one go. That small voice, that tiny distinct chirp that kept clicking in my ear, it wouldn't stop. So, I decided to listen.

Through the window, I spotted the nose of the plane as it rolled into position. The door lined up with the air-bridge, sealing around the edge. My stomach jumped into my throat, jumbling the air I tried to take in.

This is it.

Standing up straight, I tucked my hands into my pockets, waiting anxiously for the terminal door to open. I could feel my heart pick up, beating harder and faster than it ever had in my life. I had never really been someone who got nervous, but this was different.

I was putting all my faith in this gut instinct I couldn't shake off. There had been something missing from my life, and I knew from the first time I saw Allie, it was her.

So many years of my life had been spent building my name and business. Now it was finally time to get what I really wanted.

The realization that I needed her set in the moment I touched her, and I haven't been able to get her off my mind since. She was there every minute, smothering my brain and taking over when I should have been focusing on the next project.

But even as I let the beginning lines draft to paper and the lead strokes form my creation; her smile would build the arches, her broad lashes would stencil the details I wanted in the wood.

I had drawn up two buildings since the first time I saw her, and in each one bits of her existed. She became my muse, my vision, the art I drew life from.

Folding the cuffs on my sleeves, I cleared my throat as I watched the people start to flood the small terminal.

An older couple came off first, the man was pushing his wife in her wheel chair, leaning in to kiss her cheek as they crossed through the gate. The flurry of bodies pressed in behind them, squishing and squirming to squeeze past the two elderly travelers.

Lifting my head to look above and around the unknown faces, I tried to see through the crowd. It was hard as hell to make out one person from the next as they all tried to scurry through.

Where is she?

Come on, Allie, tell me you took the risk.

A heavy voice wafted up from the onslaught of meddled tones. “Move, Grandpa!”

From the corner of my eye, I saw the old man's shoulder get thrown with a sharp jolt. His wife let out a light screech, reaching up to hold his arm. Her voice came out soft and light. “Joel, let him by, it's alright.”

Hardening my stare, I tried to ignore what was happening and keep my eyes straight. But I'm not that kind of guy, and just being a fly on the wall was something I could never do. Flashing a look behind me and back at the gate, I did my best to keep my ears open while still keeping watch.

---