Chapter 83
NATHAN
She was sitting on the couch, still looking sad. This made me a little distressed, and I didn't like to feel this way. The fact that I cared so much about her was starting to bother me. What had this woman done to me? I couldn't remember the last time I had cared about a woman's feelings as much as I did now.
"Kate?"
"Hmm?" She blinks her long lashes a few times before her gaze meets mine.
"What happened?"
"What?"
"Don't pretend everything's fine."
"Don't worry." I walk over and sit beside her.
"So... do you still think I shouldn't hesitate?" She smiles.
*"Mr. Ryan."* Grace emerges from the pilot's cabin. Shit! What is she doing here?
"Would you like something to drink?" I stare at Kate, she is scrutinizing Grace, before turning her attention back to me.
"Well?" She furrows her brow.
"What?" Damn, I must look
way too tense.
"Aren't you going to answer the lady?"
"No, Grace, thank you," I respond without looking at Grace. Damn it. It took me too long to reply; that's definitely suspicious.
"Okay, sir. Have a good trip. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me." She says before opening the door and going back to where she came from.
"She couldn't even pretend."
"What?"
"That she wasn't checking you out."
"Oh..." She arches an eyebrow.
"Why are you so tense?" She narrows her eyes before her expression turns cold. "Ryan, tell me you've never had anything with her, besides the conversation I just witnessed."
Shit. I realize how easily I could lie and say no, but that's a terrible way to start everything.
"Sorry, I should have dismissed her. But I forgot." How could I forget to resolve this?
"You're such an asshole! How am I still able to be surprised by you?"
"It's been months, Kate. I didn't even know you."
"Damn it. You didn't fuck her here, did you?"
"Yes, but it meant nothing. I was bored, and she seemed like a good distraction. That's all."
"Is this supposed to be an apology? Because it didn't work."
"I never hid that I've been with many women..."
"Yeah, and every day I end up running into one."
"They were all before you. Why does it matter now?"
"Because they remind me of who you are. And I don't like to imagine myself as one of them, knowing what they mean to you."
"Don't imagine it, because it's not the same."
"Who can guarantee me that?"
"I can. But your trust in me remains the same. Nonexistent." She gets up and walks to the table with food.
"Is that what you wanted me to come back to you for?"
So irritating. The idea of making her quiet for a few hours seemed very appealing.
"Kate, I'm trying something with you... something I haven't wanted with anyone in a long time. But if you don't trust me, it won't work."
"Do you think it'll work by making me run into someone you've already fucked?"
"Are you jealous?"
"Please, Ryan." She rolls her eyes disdainfully.
"Then stop caring."
"How do you expect me to do that? Knowing that you fucked her here and that you wanted to do the same with me?"
"She means nothing to me, and she's only here now because of an inconvenience. But I'll take care of it, and you'll never see her again. I'm sorry." She shakes her head before walking to a chair far away from me and sitting down.
She was starting to get on my nerves. Still sitting in the same spot, not saying a word, not even looking at me, making me more irritated with each passing second. I want to yank her out of there and have her on all fours in bed, behind that door.
Grace appears once again through the door, making me explode internally. I get up and go towards her.
"Could you please go in there and not come out until this fucking flight is over?" I whisper through clenched teeth. She swallows hard before spinning on her heels and closing the door behind her. I glare at Kate, still with her head down, eyes glued to her phone.
"How can you just sit there when you could be having fun?" She ignores me. That makes my blood boil. I step closer, holding her chin.
"No," she says, without showing any emotion.
"She speaks. It's a start."
"Leave me alone."
"Come," I extend my hand.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"We still have two hours of flight. Are you really going to sit here doing nothing?"
"Yes, I am."
"I'm trying to be kind and not drag you out of there. But you're making it difficult."
"What do you plan to do?"
"There's a very comfortable bed behind that door, and I want to take you there." I gesture toward the back of the jet.
"If you're not suggesting two hours of good sleep, thanks."
"You're such a stubborn woman," she opens a wide, wicked smile.
"I'm not going to have sex with you here or in a million years. Did you remember to change the sheets you used with your friend?"
"Enough of this. You know I can make you beg."
"Do you really think you're that irresistible? If you were a good chocolate, maybe."
"You prefer chocolate?" Is she joking? That makes me laugh.
"I just meant that I'd be more likely to beg for chocolate," she shrugs.
"How about a test?" She closes her eyes, and her lips curve into a smile.
"Are you trying to insult my intelligence?"
"No."
"I'm not going to have sex with you. Period." Is she challenging me? Or is she saying this because of Grace? I sit on the couch in front of her. I slide my finger over my lip as I watch her long legs, my eyes traveling up to the curve of her hips, then to the smooth, pale skin of her upper breasts. I want to make that skin turn red, feel them on my tongue, and taste her.
"Stop it," I blink.
"What?"
"Don't be an idiot."
"It's impossible. You have the most incredible breasts I've ever seen." She rolls her eyes, sighing.
"There are so many, I find it impossible to remember them all to reach such a conclusion. Why does she insist on my past?"
" 'Thank you, Nathan.' Wouldn't want to hurt your ego, would I?"
"You've probably seen breasts that cost thousands of dollars." She wasn't wrong. "But these are perfect."
"I prefer yours in every circumstance," she shrugs. "Even if you're a terrible girlfriend."
"I'm not that to you."
"Terrible?"
"The other thing."
"You said it yourself."
"I never said that."
" 'You're a terrible boyfriend.' Those were your words after I refused to have sex with you last night."
"I was drunk."
"Yes, and that's why I refused. But I'm not drunk now. And denying me this is the worst thing you can do to me."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"You're playing with my heart when you could be playing with..."
"Enough with the jokes. Okay?"
"Ten minutes?"
"Ryan."
"Five?"
"You're insufferable." I stand up and lean over her in the chair.
"I want you now." I let my lips touch hers, relieved that she doesn't pull back.
"Nathan..."
"The idea that you're mine now, for an indefinite amount of time, drives me crazy. I'm truly sorry for putting you through this. But all that matters to me is having you and spending as much time as possible with you." I close my eyes, realizing that I'm saying whatever comes to mind without filtering what should be said out loud. But I want her to understand the confusion I'm feeling. To make her believe and say that I'm almost certain I'll want this forever, and if one day she no longer wants me, I won't be able to handle her leaving.
"Nathan..." she calls me, causing me to open my eyes and meet hers with that gleam, full of desire.
Being so close to her made my body burn. I feel my pulse racing, the blood boiling in my veins, and my cock throbbing against the fabric of my pants. I want to know if she's as wet as I imagine, and all I can think about is slipping my hands under her skirt and finding that soft skin.
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