3 BOOK BUNDLE: Flown By The Billionaire I, II, & III by Carla Davis Read Free Book Online Page A

drifted over his features. “Were you?”
    “No,” I quickly assured him.
    “So, what’s changed?” he wondered.
    “I’ve had seven days to overthink everything,” I reply,
humorlessly laughing at my own stupidity. “I’ve had a week with nothing but my
own internal monologue telling me that it was a mistake, and that it can’t
possibly mean anything to you.”
    “Why can’t it possibly mean anything to me?”
    “Because,” I offered in the same way a small child would.
    “You want to know what’s been going on in my mind for the
last seven days?” he asked, taking another step toward me.
    He was so close; so close I could have reached out and
touched him. But I didn’t. Instead, I clasped both hands at my solar plexus and
entwined my fingers anxiously.
    Alex did not wait for an answer to his question. “I haven’t
been able to stop thinking about you,” he said simply. “The way you feel, the
way you smell, the way you taste.”
    Heat rising to my cheeks, I swallowed with difficulty. “I…”
I opened my mouth to speak, but very little came forth. “I—”
    “Come with me,” he urged, his hand suddenly smoothing over
mine and disentangling them. Taking my left hand in his, he turned and walked
toward the rear of the cabin.
    I followed, unable to think clearly and unwilling to tug my
fingers free of his.
    Alex paused only momentarily, pushing the door of the
plane’s large bedroom open. Quickly, he led me inside and, as he closed the
door, he pushed me against it.
    Sweeping down, he claimed my surprised mouth in an ardent
frenzy. I made some muffled groans in response to the way his lips had roughly
claimed me, but I had no intention of pushing him away. He still held my left
hand and, squeezing it firmly, he lifted it over my hand, clamping it to the back
of the door.
    With my free fingers, I seized his belt just above the hip
and tugged his lower half to me. The action elicited an excited whimpering pant
when I felt his burgeoning erection push against my lower belly.
    Gasping, he pulled his lips away. Eyes locked on mine, he
smiled before sinking to his knees before me. As he went, his hands smoothed
their way slickly over my arms, ever so slightly stroking the curve of my
breasts and caressing down to my hips. Reaching behind me, he easily unfastened
the small button and zipper at the base of my spine, which held my clinging,
knee-length skirt to my body.
    I gazed down at the top of his head. My fingers, drawn to
the rich, dark hair, played idly with it. Threading my hands through its
softness, I involuntarily shivered as Alex slid my skirt down, stroking my
nylon-covered legs all the way. When he’d reached my ankles, he began the
return journey, leaving my skirt on the carpeted floor. This time, he grazed
the backs of his hands up the inside of my legs, creating a tingling over every
inch of my skin.
    Without realizing I was doing it, I parted my thighs
slightly, as he gently worked his way higher. The tips of his fingers responded
by rubbing small, almost ticklish circles as they crept toward the crease of my
leg.
    “Alex,” I gasped, his touch sending sparks of liquid heat
shooting through my body. My fingers were stroking through his hair more
frantically now, desire pulsing hot and fast.
    Taking his eyes away from the movement of his hands, he
peered up at me with a blissful gaze and continued to do so as he grasped the
edges of my white panties and coaxed them from my hips.
    I was unable to break eye contact, so fascinated by the
expansion of his pupils; that gleaming darkness that seemed as though it would pull
me right in and never release me.
    As my underwear reached my feet, Alex gently lifted one of
my legs, then the other, before tossing the pale cotton to one side. Except for
tan holdups and black heels, I was naked from the waist down.
    His face was still tilted up, staring at me with an
incongruous mix of fierce, almost violent, passion and warm affection.
Suddenly, his