and dauphinoise potatoes, all cooked
and served by the ever-efficient Natalia.
“Dessert, Mr. Grey?” she asks.
He shakes his head and runs his finger across his bottom lip as he looks
questioningly at me, his expression dark and unreadable.
“No, thank you,” I murmur, unable to break eye contact with him. His lips curl
up in a small, secret smile and Natalia retreats.
“Good,” he murmurs. “I’d rather planned on ha一ving you for dessert.”
Oh . . . here?
“Come,” he says, rising from the table and offering me his hand. He leads
me to the back of the cabin.
“There’s a bathroom here.” He points to a small door then leads me on down
a short corridor and through a door at the end. Jeez . . . a bedroom. The
cabin is cream and maple wood and the small double bed is covered in gold
and taupe cushions. It looks very comfortable.
Christian turns and pulls me into his arms, gazing down at me.
“I thought we’d spend our wedding night at thirty-five-thousand feet. It’s
something I’ve never done before.”
Holy cow . . . another first. I gape at him, my heart pounding. . .the mile high
club. I’ve heard about this.
“But first I ha一ve to get you out of this fabulous dress.” His eyes glow with love
and something darker, something I love . . . something that calls to my inner
goddess. He takes my breath away.
“Turn around.” His voice is low, authoritative, and sexy as hell. How can he
infuse so much promise into those two words? Willingly I comply and his
hands move to my hair. Gently he pulls out each hairpin one at a time, his
expert fingers making short work of the task. My hair falls in swathes over my
shoulders, one lock at a time, covering my back and down to my breasts. I try
to stand still and not squirm, but I’m aching for his touch. After our long, tiring
but exciting day, I want him—all of him.
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“You ha一ve such beautiful hair, Ana.” His mouth is close to my ear and I feel
his breath, though his lips don’t touch me. When my hair is free of pins, he
runs his fi
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