He shrugged.
Laughing, she returned her attention to the souvenirs. He continued looking at her silently, and she did her best not to be flustered. No one had ever studied her this long or this intently and it was seriously making her feel awkward.
Finally, when she couldn’t stand it, she mumbled, “What is it?”
He was finally getting to her.
Nic shook his head slightly, a little incredulous that for the first time in his life he found himself pursuing a woman’s attention and, worse, competing against airline products for it.
If his favorite cousin Farica was here, she would have been laughing her head off and telling him he deserved it. She had always told him he took himself too seriously, and with this girl, Nic was beginning to realize that it just might be true.
His gaze on her face, which was clearly flushed with embarrassment, he said bluntly, “You fascinate me.”
Ayah shook her head jerkily. “I’m not fascinating.” She kept her gaze trained on the souvenirs.
“Yes,” he countered silkily, “you are.” And before she could answer, he did them both a favor. He closed the distance between them, tipped her chin up, and kissed her.
Oooooooooh. She gasped against his mouth, but the sound was swallowed by his burningly hot kiss. Did he know this was her first ever kiss? Would it matter? Should it matter?
His lips were soft, firm, hot, and everything she never dreamt about but should have. Men had never been a large part of her life, but with this kiss Ayah knew she would never look at men the same way again. Always she would remember this kiss, always she would compare, and always men would fail when pitted against him.
She broke away, her hands on his chest. “I don’t even know your name!” She couldn’t believe she had let a nameless stranger kiss her like that!
Looking at him, with the way passion had turned his eyes into blue fire, Ayah realized with shock that she still wanted him to kiss her, name or no name.
Seeing that she was a hair’s breadth away from panicking, he said, “My name is Luuk.” It was not. “Luuk Aafjes.” That was the name of their family home’s head gardener, and he said it without thinking, years of having a cynical attitude towards women too ingrained in him to ignore. Ayah Chandler might look innocent, but she was not someone he truly knew and thus she was not to be trusted.
“Luuk.”
Something in him growled. He did not like hearing another man’s name on her lips – even if she thought it was his. He shook his head at her. “Do not call me that.”
Her eyes widened.
“Call me...lieverd.” At the questioning look in her eyes, he said, “I’m Dutch.”
“And...lieverd...” She stumbled over its pronunciation. “What does it mean?”
He cupped her face, sucking on her lower lip, making her gasp. She appeared dazed, making him smile as he pulled away. “It means...”
“It means?” she repeated after him in a whisper, looking at him like he was about to give her the keys to the universe.
“It means...” Behind her, most of the passengers within his line of sight were asleep but those awake had their fascinated gazes on them, doing their best to see what they were doing despite the dim lighting of the plane.
Ayah probably didn’t know they were being watched. He did – but he did not care. Looking down on her, Nic ran his knuckles down her soft cheek, a primal sense of satisfaction heating his body at the way she trembled at his touch. “It means...”
She drew her breath in, never imagining a voice could be that sexy.
He whispered, “Darling.” He said it in such a way that it became a dirty word, a forbidden word, a word that could only belong to both of them.
He bent forward, nuzzling her cheek, his lips moving to the side. She shivered as he nuzzled her ear just before he said softly, “Lieverd.”
Ayah’s body fell onto him at the sound. “Lieverd,” she whispered back, biting her lip to keep herself from screaming as he bit her ear lightly before his tongue traced her outer ear. “Lieverd.” She moaned it softly as his lips moved back to her neck.
Without breaking away, he took the plastic wrapped blanket from under the seat, tore the package open, then whipped it over Ayah. She blinked at him.
He smiled, devilishly.
There was a wicked mysterious gleam in his pretty blue eyes, but before she could figure out what that meant – or before she could even figure out how to think with him looking at her like that – he was kissing her again, one hand moving under the blanket at the same time.
It really was like the first time he had sex – or even the first time he had made out with a girl, groping in the dark, surrounded by people and trying not to let anyone know that he was about to get off.
Ayah’s body was incredibly soft, her curves extraordinary. He caressed her breasts, familiarizing himself with its weight and shape. Releasing her mouth, he looked at her, wanting to see her expression as he tweaked her nipples.
Her eyes went wide at the touch, and her lips parted when he pinched them.
Laughing softly, Nic immediately caught her unexpected moan into his kiss. “Sssh, lieverd. There are still those awake.” He lifted his head. “Understand?”
She nodded, biting her lip hard as he reached for her under the blanket again. Was this really happening? She couldn’t think, not with his large strong hands on her breasts again. There was a very small part of Ayah asking her if she really was going to let a man she barely knew touch her like this. He had already taken her first kiss, had taken liberties with her body in a way that she thought she would only give to someone she loved.
She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but he was kissing her once more, his lips more forceful this time and with that one taste of his lips, her sensible part was defeated.
His fingers were circling her nipples now, creating a rhythm of lustful sensations inside her body. She ached and throbbed in places that she had never known to exist until now. Ayah leaned into him, surrendering herself to his mastery. At that moment, she acknowledged the excitingly shameful truth – he owned her and she wanted to be owned by him.
Their eyes locked with each other, and that beautiful devilish smile of his appeared on his lips once more. “You know what will happen next, yes?” His English had gained the faintest accent, and it just made his voice sexier and Ayah all the more breathless.
“I...” She couldn’t say it in words and nodded instead.
He gave her a reprimanding look and she wanted to whimper at the sight of it. There was this secret part of her that wanted to see more of the look – would it make him...punish her? Desire was making her more and more befuddled. In such a short span of time, she had become a stranger to herself, someone who had the naughtiest thoughts – the dirtiest thoughts, the kind of thoughts she had never, never, never ever thought in the past.
“Say it,” he invited her, the fallen angel seducing her to sin with him.
She swallowed, the temptation to succumb and do what he wanted nearly overwhelming the last of her inhibitions.
Pinching her nipples once more and not releasing it this time, Nic said in a low, commanding growl, “Say it, my sweet girl. Say you know what will happen next. Say you want it.”
The urgency and command in his voice captured her, turning Ayah into a slave of passion. She whimpered out, “I know.” Swallowing once more, she whispered, “I know what will happen next and I...I want it.”
“Good girl.” A rush of the most powerful desire surged into him, his cock rising up inside his pants at her words. Her surrender was impossibly sweet, making him want to take her then and there and over and over until they passed out in total exhaustion, their bodies still joined.
His cock throbbed again, in a way that could no longer be ignored. He released her breasts and pulled her close to him, kissing her even as his hand delved back under the blanket, searching for the triangle of flesh between her thighs. It took Nic only a few seconds to get i
nside her shorts, another few to push her lace panties aside and wet his fingers with her honeyed warmth.
She stiffened and arched in his arms, her legs stretching out, her head falling back. At that moment, she was the hottest girl he had ever seen in his life, and he swallowed back a groan, wishing for the nth time they were in the privacy of his jet. If they were, they would have long been fucking.
Nic started stroking her, teasing her folds into parting open, knowing that every throb would have her clit begging for his attention more and more. Soon, her scent reached him, making his nostrils flare and his cock nearly explode. Gazing down at her, he knew that she was completely unaware of how her musky scent would soon reach the others – the look of rapture on her lovely face told him that she was already lost in the throes of passion between them.
So innocent, he thought. His lust for this girl he had just met surprised Nic. Innocents – and Ayah Chandler was sure to be one – had never appealed to him. In fact, it was always the opposite. They had used to bore him – until now. Until Ayah.
She stirred and strained in his arms and he knew it was time to take her away. He pushed one finger inside. And froze.
She, too, stilled, her gaze jerking up to him.
Nic gritted out, “You’re a virgin.”
Ayah whispered, “Yes.”
She didn’t say anything else, but her gaze was begging him to keep touching her and it was a plea he could not afford to ignore, not with his body demanding her complete submission.
Fuck. He did not do virgins, and he had no plans taking her virginity. But to let this all go – this intense chemistry between them – without doing anything wasn’t something Nic could do either.
His finger moved involuntarily inside her and she jerked, her muscles tightening instinctively around him.
The tightness of her sheath was mind-blowing, and that was enough to make him decide.
There was more than one way to possess a woman, and he would possess Ayah Chandler now. He needed to. He had to.
When he started moving his finger, in and out, the softest and breathiest moan escaped Ayah. She shuddered as the thrusts of his finger became harder and faster. How could such a simple act be so beautifully hot?
It was so wrong to feel like this in such a public place. She knew that, knew it should matter but she just couldn’t make herself care. She couldn’t even stop her hips from moving, meeting the thrust of his finger. She tried to slow it down at least but he shook his head at her, the hard look on his face telling Ayah he demanded her total surrender.
She shook her head back at him.
He responded by pushing another finger in.
Oh!
This time, when he pulled his fingers out and thrust it back in again, she was totally gone, her hips moving on its own accord, passionately welcoming the penetration of his fingers.
More, more, please, more. She screamed the words out in her mind as he kept fucking her with his fingers. In her mind, a small voice told her she was being such a slut. But she pushed that voice away and replaced it with another – the one that never stopped dreaming, not even when she had hit rock bottom after her mother’s death. That voice told her that Luuk Aafjes was the man she had never dared to dream of but should.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, Ayah using it to communicate to Luuk that she wanted him so, so much.
He responded by taking her mouth in an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, a bold proclamation that her lips, her mouth, her everything was his. And it was. Oh, she thought with a shudder, it was. It was.
And as he fucked her mouth with his tongue, Ayah’s body was fucked another way, too, with his thumb moving up and circling her clit. She had never been touched there, never – not by her own hands or another’s but when his thumb covered her clit entirely, she could feel her entire body blossoming. It was like that one tiny part of her body was meant to open to him alone, and it did so gloriously, her orgasm completely taking him by surprise.
Nic could only stare at Ayah’s face with hungry desire as she climaxed in his arms, with his fingers still relentlessly plowing into her warmth, sinking his fingers again and again in her warm heat. When the tremors that racked her body finally slowed down, her eyes fluttered open, those pretty green orbs darkened to a beautiful jade color.
“Lu...” She paused then with a becoming blush, she whispered, “Lieverd.”
Shit.
She looked like she was in love with him.
Chapter Two
Over half an hour had passed before the girl in his arms stirred awake. As he waited for her to speak, Nic prepared himself for the usual questions that both naïve innocents and gold diggers asked.
“What are we now?”
“Was it good?”
“I can’t believe I just gave myself to you so easily. There must be something special between us.”
“Oh my God.”
If she asked any of those, he would not be surprised, but he would be disappointed.
“Luuk?”
It took him a second to answer. He was still unused to being called another man’s name, and he definitely disliked it still. “Yes?”
Ayah was still nestled in his arms, her back against his chest. She liked it that way, especially with what she was about to ask.
Nic felt her drawing a deep breath. Here it comes, he thought.
“Am I still a virgin?”
What the fuck? Nic nearly forgot all about being cool, sophisticated, and experienced to gape at her. Was she truly asking such a question? He waited for her to take it back but she only gazed at him with dread and embarrassment.
When she did not speak, she added earnestly, “I’m not blaming you, okay? I just want to...know. I’ve heard of how some women, you know, when they ride a bike or a horse...too long?”
She had lost him at the word bike. He reminded her mildly, “It was not my cock that fucked you.”
The words had her red-faced. “I know that but it seemed like...when you...” She clenched her fist in his face.
The action left Nic bemused. He was normally considered a fairly intelligent man, but Ayah was quickly proving to have the impressive skill of confounding him. “What does that mean?”
Ayah whispered shamefully, “I meant...when you did that...it was so...” She clenched her fist again.
He gave up trying to understand her. “What does this mean?” He clenched his fist the same way she did.
She gazed at him with intense frustration. After a beat, she mumbled something under her breath.
He cocked his head towards her, letting her know silently that her words were barely louder than a mouse’s squeak. “Lieverd, you have lost me.”
Teeth clenched, her face a picture of acute embarrassment, she visibly forced her next words out. “Am I still a virgin even if you fucked me that hard?” She shook her fist at him.
Three long seconds passed before he fully assimilated that her fisted fingers were supposed to mean ‘hard’ in fucking.
Luuk’s bark of laughter had Ayah sighing. “I’m serious.” She meant it. When she was in high school, Ayah had researched about various sports, hoping she could find one that would help her lose weight. One article led to another and in the process, she had stumbled upon several reports about female athletes having their hymens broken due to years of horseback riding and cycling. It seemed like a strange way to lose one’s virginity, and Ayah wondered if the unstoppable desire she felt for Luuk had doomed her to the same thing.
Seeing the genuine worry in her eyes, Nic strove for a level tone as he assured her, “You’re still a virgin, lieverd. You have nothing to be afraid of.”
“Oh.” The relief on Ayah’s face produced conflicting emotions inside him. In a way, he was pleased that he had not taken her virginity. However, the thought that some other man would possess her body for the first time did not please him. More than that, every cell of his body was angered by the thought alone, and feelings of
possessiveness erupted inside Nic.
“Ayah?”
He sounded...angry, Ayah realized. Why? She twisted her head around, about to ask him what was wrong but instead she found herself being kissed. There wasn’t even a moment she could use to breathe, to think, to consider what she was doing.
He kissed her like he wanted her to understand he was not giving her a choice, and everything in Ayah welcomed his command, her lips automatically parting under his. His tongue swept in, playing with hers, and when she was dizzy with desire he finally allowed her to breathe.
“Luuk—-”
Dislike, bordering on hatred, rose inside Nic, and he covered her mouth with his once more. It didn’t matter if he was the one she thought about when saying the name. He only wanted Ayah to speak his name and no one else’s.
Kisses were supposed to be sweet and hot, but were they supposed to be this overwhelming? Were they supposed to be so intense that all she could think about was how long she could enjoy a kiss before expiring? Were they supposed to be so powerful they brought out a hunger so bad her body could only writhe for more of Luuk’s touch?
She didn’t know if kisses were supposed to feel that way, but that was how Luuk’s kiss made her feel. And when he finally gave Ayah what her body was craving for, one hand whipping the blanket back up to cover her body, she could have wept for joy.
Her naked need for him aroused Nic like no other. Just the way she sighed into his kiss was more than enough to have him come, but he did his best to control his desires, wanting Ayah to reach an orgasm before he did. He caressed her bare legs, smoothing his palm over her silky skin. A ghost of a smile passed through his lips when she jerked in reaction to his hand cupping one sensitive knee.
“Luuk.”
That had him punishing her even though he knew he had no right to, his fingers drifting up her thighs, tormenting her with the slow, sensuous movements. “Lieverd,” he growled in her ear.
She shuddered and kept shuddering as he made short work of her denim shorts. “Lieverd,” she said in a low soft moan.
It came out louder than it should, but she didn’t seem to care. All she seemed to want was him, and this absolute all-encompassing need made Nic desperate to take her then and there. If only she wasn’t a virgin, he thought savagely. But she was – it had been obvious the very first moment she had turned white with shock when she realized she had fallen face first on his cock.
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