The Accidental Bride by Portia Da Costa Read Free Book Online

very much mistaken.’
    ‘I adore you, Lizzie,’ he whispered, twisting around to face her, cradling her jaw, then kissing her on the lips, slowly, softly and sweetly. His mouth was like velvet, infinitely desirable.
    As they broke apart, Lizzie made a decision. An easy one. ‘Look, seeing as you can’t sleep, and I’m not sleepy either … What say we go back to bed and make love again? Then, tomorrow, we can catch up on zeds when we get home, and I can even nap on the plane, if I need to.’ She stole a quick kiss again. ‘That way, everyone’s a winner!’
    ‘But what about your sore bottom?’ He slid a hand down over the bottom in question, squeezing it gently as they made for the iron staircase leading to the bedroom.
    ‘Oh that? I’d forgotten all about that. Another bout of delicious sex will do it a power of good anyway.’
    ‘Well, in that case, let’s get up there, shall we?’
    Lizzie gave him a sharp look. There’d been a note in his voice, an odd little twist. Great emotion despite the smile on his face. Gratitude?
    Grabbing his hand, she tugged him onwards. Actions spoke louder than words, and having him inside her, making love to her, would speak loudest of all, in this case.
    This was another first. Another new experience, courtesy of John. Part of the high life that he led, and which she now shared.
    Lizzie peered out of the window at the scene passing by below as they flew home. Beneath them was central France, dotted with chateaux, acres of farmland, winding rivers, and vineyards producing heady wine, white and red. Currently she couldn’t see any of those, because there was heavy cloud cover today. Under all that white fluff, it was probably a grey miserable morning, and raining. A good day to be heading back to Blighty, where apparently, according to her weather app, it was warm and sunny.
    But it didn’t matter what it was like outside, because in the passenger compartment of their small, sleek jet, everything was sumptuous, pampered and deluxe. It was the first time she’d travelled in a private plane. On the outbound journey they’d taken a scheduled flight, first class of course, and that had also been a new experience. She’d never even travelled first class on a train, never mind flying.
    But travelling by private jet aced everything!
    The leather of the armrest was soft and fine, and Lizzie ran her fingertips over it. She grinned, the super-comfortable seat reminding her of John’s ‘throne’ from their grove adventure. Trust him to remember that silly fantasy of hers, and make it real as part of their first holiday together.
    ‘What’s wrong?’ he enquired from his seat a few feet away. He was working on his laptop at a small pull-outtable. ‘Getting pangs of conscience over obscene and conspicuous luxury again?’ He grinned, teasing her over her ‘issue’.
    ‘A bit, I suppose, although it’s all very lovely.’ She glanced at her coffee cup, remembering the exquisite pattern in the foam that the flight attendant had created for her. She’d been offered Champagne, but somehow, heading home, it seemed a better idea to get out of their holiday wine-drinking habits and back into more sensible consumption. John was already hard at work, alcohol rejected, and coffee at his side too.
    He pushed aside the table, the laptop and whatever deal he was currently in the process of brainstorming. ‘We could join the Mile High Club, to take your mind off it, if you like?’ The twinkle in his eye was suggestive, but she had a feeling he was still just teasing. He would fuck her in the equally luxurious bathroom compartment, if she wanted him to, she knew that. But … the flight attendant would know exactly what they were doing, and John had more savoir-faire and good taste than to embarrass her that way. This wasn’t like the sophisticated fetish party he’d taken her to, where everybody wanted everybody else to know they were shagging or spanking or whatever. This was a form