Free Bride by Design: Flights of Fancy by Alicia Roberts Page B

the next day was Sunday and I might as well enjoy myself.
    By the time the cabin lights were dimmed and the other passengers in First Class had adjusted their seats and lay tucked under airline blankets, I was overcome by a feeling of drowsiness and slight intoxication. I was beginning to regret having so many drinks - I’m normally the boring, conscientious kind of girl who avoids bars and alcohol, and the little bit I’d had was starting to get to my head.
    I groaned internally. At this rate, I’d be asleep in a few minutes, and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my first and only First Class experience.
    I saw Green Eyes stand up, and my sleepiness reduced a little bit. I tried to breathe steadily and think straight as he walked up to me. I hadn’t dropped anything, had I?
    “Come with me,” he whispered, and grabbed my wrist. His fingers formed a tight ring, and my skin felt hot where he was touching me. He pulled me behind him till we were in the bathroom, which he locked behind us.
    Even the bathroom is nicer in First Class, I thought hazily, looking around and noticing how large and pretty it was.
    My eyes finally settled on his and I felt a thrill of the unknown. Why had I let him drag me in here?
    He was smiling at me, and I wondered what to do. I’d always known that this guy was far too good-looking for me, and now I knew that he was also far too rich, and far too smooth for me.
    His scent tickled my nostrils again, and I breathed in the cedar-ery, muskey smell. I realized that he was pressing me against the wall with one hand. His other hand was stroking a strand of my hair, and now he was running his fingers down my cheek.
    “We’re finally here,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ve been thinking of you for so long.”
    “Have you?” I asked stupidly.
    He leaned back and looked at me, running his eyes up and down slowly. I felt a shiver as he took in everything, his eyes moving slowly and greedily, as if I was a meal he’d like to eat up. I was wearing a comfortable jersey maxi dress for the flight, and suddenly I wished I’d worn something sexier.
    His hand moved up from my shoulder along my neck and into my hair. His fingers interlaced with my hair, and he pulled my head down, so I was forced to look up at him. His green eyes were sparkling with a dark need. He moved his head down to kiss me, his lips were almost on top of mine, when he moved back in an abrupt, surprised motion.
    “How much have you had to drink?” His voice was soft and wary.
    Oh shit. He was stopping now? I felt my face flushing and I muttered, “Just a bit.”
    “And how drunk are you?”
    I took a deep breath. “I’m not drunk. Maybe a bit tipsy. High enough to want this. But not drunk enough that I don’t know what’s going on.”
    His lip curved up slightly.
    “And what’s going on?”
    The question left me reeling. What was going on, why was I in an airplane bathroom with Green Eyes? The whole thing seemed unreal. I’d fantasized about Green Eyes often enough, but it was usually us in a bedroom somewhere, lying in soft silky sheets and devouring each other slowly. Certainly not whispering naughtily in a tiny bathroom. Was I being presumptuous, what did he want with me, a timid, mousy girl?
    I reached out with one hand and touched his shirt, just below his shoulders. In my fantasies he was naked, but now he was wearing a white shirt and formal pants. I ran my hand down slowly - his muscles were rock hard and I felt my stomach tightening, knowing how muscular he was under that shirt, imagining him bare-chested.
    I reached up and started to pull him down towards my mouth and then I stopped.
    “Do I have bad breath?” Alcohol had loosened my inhibitions a bit.
    Green Eyes laughed softly. “I had a bit to drink, too.”
    He moved closer to me and began to run his lips slowly up the side of my neck.
    I whimpered softly in anticipation and fear. “We shouldn’t be blocking this bathroom for so long.”
    He nibbled my