Arielle Immortal Fury (The Immortal Rapture Series Book 6) (8 page)

“Oh,” he said.

“She didn't seem to think that girl was good enough for the guy she was dancing with. She sounded like she wanted the lady’s dance partner for herself. She was ripping that poor girl’s reputation to
shreds.
So we watched and waited for the outcome. To tell you the truth, I
wanted to reach out and slap her, but I didn’t. Now that I think about it
I wish I had,” she said and laughed again. “It wasn’t long before
something
was said between them that we couldn’t quite catch. Laughter exploded
from their group. What followed was absolutely hilarious.” Arielle stopped talking and recalled the image. Suddenly, she busted out in vigorous laughter that brought tears to her eyes. Sebastian looked shocked.

“What happened next?” he asked curiously.

She stopped laughing and coughed to clear her throat. She
continued with mirth in her voice, “Oh my God, Sebastian, everything happened so bloody fast it left us, and everyone around us, in utter shock.”
Arielle fought to suppress a flood of laughter from bursting
out again. “The woman in the blue dress began to laugh out loud, and her body shook fiercely. She doubled over with laughter, causing two things to happen simultaneously. A loud pop and a
shower of tiny
little objects shot up in the air. They flew over our heads and lingered in the air for a short moment, then came crashing down over us and onto the
floor. We tried to follow the tiny objects with our eyes. Everyone
around us was doing the same thing. When we finally turned our eyes back to the woman in front of us our jaws hit the floor. The little buttons on her dress were gone and her gown was wide open in the back.”

The back of Arielle's eyes throbbed from the pressure of
laughter, producing a stream of tears down her face. “The woman tried to put her arms around her back to keep the sides together, and she lost her balance, falling forward face first onto the floor. Her skirt flipped up
in the back exposing all her privates. Most of the guests stood frozen in dismay. ” Arielle’s words were breaking. She couldn’t hold in the laughter any longer. She succumbed, exploding into robust laughter.
Sebastian followed. She wiped her eyes once again and continued.

“Eva, Gabrielle, and I could hardly speak. We stared in horror as her friends helped her up and tried to put her dress together. We ran to the other side of the room and laughed until we cried. Sebastian, that was the funniest thing we had ever seen. If you had seen the faces of the men that were standing around us, you would have screamed with laughter.”

 “That had to be pretty comical,” Sebastian said, still snickering. “Did anything else happen?”

Arielle was trying to catch her breath. “No, nothing like that, but I do have a question for you.”

“Go ahead,” he said, trapping her gaze.

“How in the world did women get close to a man’s body dressed in those gowns?”

“Was it difficult for you?” he asked, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

“Yes, it was. While in the garden, I wanted to feel your body and tried hard to get close to you, but it was impossible.”

“Whatever do you mean?” he asked, feigning surprise.

“Sebastian Gaulle, what I mean is that I had yards and yards of
bloody material between me and you that prevented me from
getting close to you.” Her eyes narrowed.

Sebastian broke into hearty laughter. He rolled on top of her.
Pulling his head back, he stared into her eyes.

“Do you mean like this?” he asked, his lips hovering over hers.

“Yes,” she replied and chuckled. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

Sebastian bent his head and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Arielle closed her eyes and eagerly fell into the kiss.

“You never stop surprising me, I must be the luckiest man on
earth,” he murmured into her mouth.

“Don’t you ever forget that,” she said and laughed again. “I was curious to see if Annabel attended, but I didn’t see her anywhere.”

“I didn’t meet Annabel until I was twenty-one-years-old. I wish you hadn’t brought her name up in a precious moment like this.”

“I am sorry,” she mumbled. “There is one more thing I would
like to ask for.”

“Anything, anything at all,” he replied. Sebastian loved giving her things.

“I want the portrait of you that was hanging in the gallery.”

He seemed to be thinking but looked as if he didn't know which portrait she meant. “What did it look like?”

“You were standing in front of a huge fireplace wearing a white shirt open in the front, a pair of black pants, and boots. I fell in love with that portrait, and I would love to have it.”

“It must be somewhere in the St. Jean estate. I’ll make sure I get
it for you. But I’m not sure why you want a portrait when you have
me.” He pulled her to him and locked them in a voracious kiss. She couldn’t help laughing through the kiss.

She blissfully closed her eyes. For the past year, she had striven to define happiness, and she was convinced that it comprised love,
gratification, joyfulness, and contentment. Her life was structured
around her friends and family, people who brought significant
meaning to her life. Sebastian had become the focal point of her existence. He made life worth living.

“Oh, Sebastian, I almost forgot something very important,” she said, filled with excitement.

“What is it?”

“I met Brandon Burgejion.” She chuckled. “Now I know why I
was so intrigued by him at that meeting. Next time I see him, Eva and I will remind him of it.”

“He is an incredible guy. I like him a lot. Marcus had a lot of
respect for him. He is quite an honorable man.”

“Yes, we all thought so. I was a bit surprised to see him, but it
answered my concerns.” Silence stretched again as Arielle became
lost in her thoughts. His velvety voice snapped her out of her haze.

“Are you tired, baby?” Sebastian asked, watching her stretch
and sigh sleepily.

“No, not really; I just feel a bit lazy,” she said, opening her eyes and grinning wide. “Why? Is there something you’d like to do?”

Sebastian smiled tenderly and tightened his embrace. He
brushed his lips across her cheek.

“Would you like to go out with me tonight?” he whispered, his lips brushing back and forth against her cheek. Arielle turned and rested her eyes on his flawless face.

“I’d go to the ends of the earth as long as you’re with me,” she beamed. “But…” her voice trailed.

“But?” he asked curiously.

“I thought you said you were going to keep me here until the morning hours, and I kind of liked that thought,” she said, drawing a shuddering breath and stretching leisurely across the crisp white
sheets.

Sebastian shut his eyes. A deep groan escaped him. “Oh, baby, what am I going to do with you?” He pulled her to him once again and dropped his mouth to hers. He glided his hands tenderly over
her silky skin, and Arielle let out breathless moans as she surrendered to the pleasure of his passion.

Chapter 6

A LITTLE WHILE LATER,
Arielle opened her eyes and fell into
Sebastian's desire-filled gaze. She smiled wide and lifted her head to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“What time is it?”

“It’s seven-thirty.” He nuzzled her hair and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. “I want you to go out with me tonight,” he repeated.

“All right, if you insist,” she said and moved into him once again.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said grinning.

“Sebastian!” she shrieked as he lifted her out of bed and carried her into the shower. “You have to stop doing that!” she scolded him.

“Doing what, love?” Sebastian laughed blissfully.

“You startle me when you move with that immortal speed of yours.”

“Well, I know you, Arielle. You were not going to get up, and I want to take you out tonight.”

“What could be better than being in bed with me?”

“Oh, baby, trust me. There is nothing better than being in bed with you. However, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh, a surprise?”

“Yes, a surprise, and that means you can’t try and get me to tell you anything about it,” he said and turned the hot water on.

Arielle smiled and gave into his wishes. He pulled her into his warm, wet embrace and held her to him.

“Where are we going?” she asked, pushing her hair away from
her face. His arms tightened around her, and their lips met.

“You can’t ask any questions. I told you, it’s a surprise!”

“I don’t think I can wait.” She pulled back and took a deep breath as she searched his eyes. All she could see was a wide smile that made his emerald eyes look even brighter than usual. He pulled her
back into the kiss and held her under the warm water for a long time.

Oh,
she thought, W
hat a wonderful feeling!
She would never tire of being in his arms and surrendering to his burning desires. He finally
turned the water off but held her to that kiss.
God, he's so beautiful!
She
would be happy to stay there with him for the rest of her life.
Nothing was important to her anymore unless Sebastian was there.

“How do I need to dress for this surprise?” she finally asked.

“I’d prefer you just as you are right now,” he said grinning. His eyes roved hungrily up and down her naked body.

“Okay, then,” she said with amusement. She pulled away from his embrace. “I’m ready.”

She turned and started to leave the bathroom. He moved swiftly
and grasped her wrist. He gently pulled her back into his arms.
Robust laughter escaped his lips.

“Not on your life, baby. This view is for my eyes only,” he said firmly. Their lips locked in another ravenous kiss that sent waves of passion throughout her body.

“A dress will be nice,” he said.

“You’ll have to let me go if you want me to get ready,” she said, ignoring his protests.

She picked out a light blue dress that enhanced the color of her eyes and a nice pair of high heels. She then walked back into the bathroom to blow dry her hair. Sebastian’s excited expression filled with approval to make her smile. He was already dressed. He had on a white shirt that hugged his muscular body and a nice pair of
black pants. It made absolutely no difference what this man wore; he always looked like a
mythical god. She marveled at the sight of him, unable to believe
that he was all hers.

“I’m ready when you are,” she said, putting the hairdryer down. They walked down to the car. In no time, they were on their way to his secret location. Sebastian remained silent, and she didn’t ask any more questions although she was dying to find out where they were going. She didn't have to wait long to find out. To her astonishment,
he pulled up to the gates of Shoreham airport. Her heart pounded with exhilaration. He drove right up to a beautiful jet that seemed to be waiting just for them. A man walked up to the car to open the
doors.
He greeted Sebastian and Arielle, politely helping them out of the
car.

“Good evening, Mister Gaulle,” the man said.

“Good evening, Tom,” Sebastian replied. He clasped Arielle’s hand and pulled her toward the jet. The lift was dropped to the
tarmac, and a tall, handsome man in a pilot’s uniform was standing at the bottom of the steps. She was awestruck.

“Come on, baby. Tony is waiting,” he murmured and pressed a
soft kiss to her temple.

“Who is Tony?” she whispered, looking up at him.

“The captain.”

“Oh.” It was all she had time to say before she heard Sebastian’s voice.

“Good evening, Tony.”

“Good evening, Mr. Gaulle,” the captain replied. Their greeting was warm and friendly. Arielle could tell that they knew each other well.

“Tony, this is my fiancée, Miss Arielle Lloyd.”

“Good evening, Miss Lloyd,” he said politely. He looked at
Sebastian. “Are we ready to fly, sir?”

“Yes, we sure are,” Sebastian replied and pulled Arielle gently up
the stairs. She climbed the steps anxiously and gasped when she
stepped
inside the door. A beautiful young blonde in a flight attendant's
uniform was standing just inside the door.

“Good evening, Mr. Gaulle,” she said politely, and shot a warm smile toward Arielle.

“Good evening, Sarah. This is Arielle, my fiancée.”

“Hello, Arielle.”

“Hello,” she replied softly.

Sebastian pulled Arielle past Sarah as they walked to the middle of the cabin. A gasp left Arielle’s lips.