Rebellion (A Dangerous Man, #2) by Serena Grey Read Free Book Online Page B

the chair, pressing me
towards him as he enters me all the way. My whole body weakens and I fall
against him with a low moan. He moves out and plunges into me again, and I cry
out, my body shaking. He continues to move, each stroke of his rock hard shaft
driving me to a pleasurable madness.
    Later, when I am weak from my climax, he carries me to bed,
stroking my hair as we lie side by side on the bed, my head resting on his
shoulder. I can’t help wishing that we would always be like this.
    “You know,” He says musingly. “I owe you a honeymoon.”
    “Yes you do,” I agree, “Somewhere that will ‘blow my mind’”
I tease.
    “Is there anywhere in particular you would like to go?” He
doesn’t stop stroking my hair.
    I sigh. “I would go anywhere with you.” I tell him, and I mean
it.
    He turns over, until he is leaning over me. The kiss he
gives me is gentle and undemanding. I close my eyes. I can almost feel my
consciousness dissolve into him. I’ve lost myself, I think. This is how love
feels.
    “I think I know just the place.” He pauses long enough to say
before starting to kiss me again.”
    “I thought we were going out for dinner,” I ask
breathlessly, when we stop for air.
    “Forget dinner.” He says, his lips dipping to my breasts,
and in a few moments, I have.
    ~§~§~§~§~
    In the morning, David is in his study arranging our trip,
while Mrs. Daniels and I pack a few clothes.
    He has refused to tell me where we’re going. Even when I
asked him what I should pack. “Just a few things,” He’d replied, “You’re not
going to be dressed most of the time.”
    I’ve succeeded in pushing all thoughts of Carole Banks to
the back of my mind. I don’t want to think about her, or about the NDA. I don’t
want anything to ruin my happiness.
    “Won’t you tell me where we’re going?” I ask David later, as
Steve drives us to the airport.
    “I like to keep you guessing.” He replies. He’s wearing
jeans and a white T-shirt, with a black leather jacket, he looks so young and
cool, I have to hold myself back from slobbering all over him. We pass through
cursory security checks at the airport, after which we go out to his plane,
which is waiting for us on the runway. I feel like a star as I stroll to the
plane, hands linked with David’s, my halter neck dress flowing in the breeze,
my eyes covered by wide sunshades.
    A pilot and steward greet us as we enter the plane. The
interior is luxurious. The main cabin is superbly furnished with comfortable looking
couches, and well placed coffee tables. There is also a private bedroom, with a
bathroom and closet space.
    We take off after an immigration official comes to check our
passports. I give him my new passport, still unable to believe how quickly it
was prepared. An agent arrived in the apartment in the morning with some forms,
and watched me fill and sign them. A few hours later, the passport arrived by courier.
    The plane sails smoothly through the air. If not for the
puffy white clouds I can see through the windows, I can actually forget that
we’re flying. I stretch happily, taking sips from the glass of white wine the
steward serves me.
    “It must be exciting travelling like this all the time.” I
tell David.
    He looks up from the newspaper he’s reading and shrugs. “Yeah,
probably.”
    I roll my eyes at his nonchalance, and he gives me a teasing
smile.
    I spent the next few minutes bugging him about where we are
going. When I finally fall asleep, he still hasn’t given me any clues.
    When I wake up a couple of hours later, I’m lying in David’s
arms on the bed in the private cabin. He must have undressed me, because I’m only
wearing one of his t-shirts and my panties. Beside me, he is asleep.
    The cabin is dark, but I can see his face in the faint light
of dawn stealing in through the windows. I trace a finger along his chin,
marveling at how handsome he looks while sleeping, boyish, careless, and
relaxed, with his thick hair