Cockpit: A Second Chance Romance (38 page)

I didn't look like myself, that was for sure.

Perhaps that was a good thing.

"Alright Becca, I'll get it."

"Perfect! You can wear it tonight."

I looked at her with alarm.

"What's tonight?"

"You're staying over. I already told your mum."

I smiled. We hadn't had a sleep over in years. She'd stopped asking, actually.

"Alright. That sounds fun."

"And we are going out!"

I frowned.

"Out where?"

"Where all the rich young nobles in London go silly, The Club!"

Chapter Seven

Nicholas

I was sitting in the VIP area, holding a table for the girls. I sipped my tonic water. I did not want to get drunk. Not tonight. Not if I was really going to try and get anywhere with Rosalie.

Not just anywhere either.

I was going to try to get
everywhere
.

I wanted to be sober for that.

She deserved more than my drunk pawing. I wanted to seduce her, to take my time, to make it special for her. I owed her that much at least.

If they ever showed up.

I glanced at my phone. Rebecca had texted me an hour ago saying they were on their way. She'd also said something about me being prepared for a surprise.

I sighed and tucked the phone away. The place was full of half dressed rich socialites. It practically dripped money. I was pretty sure I'd caught sight of one of the Royals in the corner.
 

Then I saw her.

Holy fucking God did I see her.

Rosalie was walking through the club, looking indescribably gorgeous. Her long hair was more styled than usual, cascading over her shoulders. Her slamming body was on display, with a tight short dress and high, high heels. Dark kohl lined her beautiful eyes. Her lips were stained a dark berry. Combined with her natural beauty, the makeup only served to enhance it to the point of over the top, excessive sex appeal.

She looked like a walking boner factory.

She looked perfect.

She looked miserable and unsure what the hell she was doing here.

I frowned. As much as I liked her new look, it wasn't her. Rosie was way more natural than this. She looked like she'd been forcibly subjected to a makeover. I felt protective of her suddenly. Like I wanted to find a blanket and toss it over her body to cover her up.

And that was before I saw the way every other guy in the place was looking at her. She was like a gazelle walking into a den of hungry lions. It might have been partially because she was new to the scene, but it was mostly because she put every other girl in the place to shame with her looks.

I could tell the exact moment she saw me. A look of relief washed over her face. She walked with just a touch more confidence towards the VIP section.

"Hey."

I pulled her in and kissed her softly, claiming her as my date. She blinked up at me, clearly surprised. She didn't pull away though.

"Hello."

"You look stunning."

"I do?"

She looked like she wasn't sure. How a woman could look like her and not know her own appeal was beyond me. But that was Rosie. She didn't know the power she held over men. And she had absolutely no clue what she was doing to me.

Not yet.

I was going to have to show her.

"Yes. You do."

I pulled her down to the couch. Rebecca was watching us closely. I mixed everyone a drink from the chilled bottles that were out.

"Champagne? Or vodka?"

Rebecca leaned forward.

"She'll take vodka. Me as well."

I glanced at Rosie. She shrugged, looking like a lost little doe. I poured us each a vodka tonic and handed the girls their drinks. Rebecca downed hers, nudging Rosie into doing the same.

"Really Rose, Nicholas already paid for all of this, it would be rude not to drink it!"

Of course, Rosalie did as she was told. She always did. Rebecca winked at me, waving to her friends. She seemed to know everyone in the place. Apparently, she was a regular.

That didn't surprise me. She was slick, hard and just the slightest bit tacky. Just like this place.

I poured them another drink.

I sipped mine as the girls drank another round. It was hard to watch the way Rebecca manipulated her cousin. I was just as guilty though. Soon, I'd be more than guilty.

I'd be complicit.
 

"Come on, let's dance."

If she was going to get buzzed, at least I could show her a good time. Rosie let me pull her to her feet. I led her to the dance floor, leaving Rebecca to surround herself with young inebriated socialites. We were already in the middle of the floor when I realized she was tugging on my hand.

"Nico- I can't dance!"

Rosie was staring up at me, panic in her huge blue eyes. I stroked my hands over her shoulders. I was about to lay the groundwork for later. When I took her virginity. Tonight, if I had anything to say about it.

I smiled reassuringly.

"It's okay, just follow my lead."

I pulled her against me and started to move. I took full advantage of the opportunity to touch her. Her back, her hips, her waist. Her eyes were wide as I started to grind into her.

I wanted her dripping before I took her.

My hands slid under her jacket, holding her in place while I worked my hips against her. I bent forward so my face was against her neck. I breathed against her ear, knowing it had to tickle.

That was the spot for almost every woman I'd ever met.
 

"See? You're a natural."

She laughed breathlessly and shook her head.

"No, I'm not."

"Do you want to stop?"

"No. It's... nice."

I closed my eyes. Damn her, she was so sweet, so sincere. She was making my conscience raise its ugly head. I was more interested in taking care of my other head right now. I wanted her. Badly. And more than just a few times. I felt like I could fuck her straight into next Tuesday.

I hadn't even taken a Viagra.

I was having a hard time controlling myself. I told myself it was because I hadn't been with anyone since my last client session, but that was a lie. It was her.
 

To hell with it.

"Do you want some air? I have a limo outside. We could talk."

"I don't want to leave Rebecca."

"She's fine- look at her."

I pointed to the VIP section where our table was now flooded with people helping themselves to our bottle service. It might as well have been LA or New York. People were the same everywhere.

Rosie looked outraged though.

"Nico! They're finishing all your bottles!"

I smiled at her.

"I don't mind."

I guided her through the club to the entrance and outside. The air was cool, clearing my head a little. Then I looked at her in the light of the street lamp.

Those long legs, her tight body and huge eyes. It was too much.

"Come on."

I opened the limo door and climbed in behind her. I didn't give either one of us a chance to stop and think. I pulled her against me and started to kiss her.

No, I devoured her.

My hands ran wild as I inhaled her lips, pulling her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the lime and booze on her breath. Her skin and hair smelled incredible. Clean and fresh. The way she felt in my hands was something else entirely.

Smooth. Sweet. Perfect.

Mine.

I guided her back down onto the seat cushion, crawling on top of her. I groaned at the feel of her beneath me. My shaft was twitching in my pants, ready to break free and impale her.
 

More than anything on Earth, I wanted to sink my cock inside her and never come out again.

Except, I did have to come out. This was a job. A six-week assignment.

I couldn't do a thing about it. One word from Rebecca and she would never speak to me again. I realized it didn't matter though. If I could only have her now, I wanted to take as much as I could get.

Suck the marrow out of life.

She was soft and pliant in my hands as I stroked her, running my hands up and down her long silky legs.

That was it.

I was going to hell.

But I couldn't do it. I couldn't take her like this. Not her first time.

"Can I take you to my hotel room? Please, Rosie."

She bit her lip and nodded.

I rapped on the glass.

"The Concorde please."

Rosalie

 
I stared around Nick's hotel room wondering what I was doing here. I was in a man's hotel room. Alone. Well, nearly alone.

Nico had stepped into the hallway to get some ice. Leaving me alone just long enough for me to wonder if I had gone mad. And if I had any inclination to fight it.

The suite was huge with a separate bedroom. I could see it, right through the open door.

His bed was right there.

I was not ready for this.

Not even a little.

He came back into the room with a bucket of ice. He held it up and rattled it. I laughed, feeling at ease almost immediately.

I could stay a little while. We didn't have to... do anything. Right?

"Do you want a drink?"

I nodded. This time I did want it. I needed the courage.

He poured us each a vodka tonic and handed me one. He stared into my eyes as we clinked. He was good at that. Eye contact. He made me feel so safe and secure. It wasn't just his strength, or his enormous muscles.

It was him.

"Are you alright? With being up here I mean?"

I nodded, suddenly feeling more sure of myself.

"Yes."

I trusted him I realized. I must, if I was alone with him. I looked around. There were so many soft surfaces. An enormous sectional couch. Loungers on the terrace. The bed...

I wondered if he was going to kiss me again like that. Laying on top of me. I wasn't going to pretend I didn't like it. It made my whole body feel like it was zinging.
 

He was staring at me while he sipped his drink. He was going to kiss me again for sure. And more... probably a lot more, if I let him.

"You must bring a lot of girls up here."

I could kick myself. Why did I say that? I sounded beyond naive.

He smiled at me, his gorgeous blue eyes crinkling. They were almost too bright. Too attractive.

"I've only been here a week. How fast do you think I work?"

I laughed. I shook my head.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just- I've never been in a hotel room before."

He was laughing at me.

"Never?"

"Well, not with a man."

He just smiled and brushed the back of his hand over my cheek.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

I nodded. I knew he would say that. Nick was a gentleman through and through. I decided to be brave and just tell him the truth.

"To be honest, I wouldn't even know where to start."

He took my drink from me and set it down. Then he pulled me against him again.

"That's okay. I do. We'll go slow, I promise."

I felt hot and cold all over as he lowered his head to mine. His lips were butterfly soft as they brushed against mine. He'd taken off his jacket and I could feel the heat radiating off his broad chest. His hands were so large and gentle as they cupped my face.

After a while he lifted his head.

"Can we go to the couch?"

I nodded and he took my hand, kissing the back of it.

He laid me down on the sofa. He stared at me while he unbuttoned his shirt, kicking his shoes off. Then he reached down and unzipped my booties.

I had never imaged that something as simple as someone removing my boots could be this exciting. But it was.
 

That was before he started to run his fingers up my legs to the top of my miniskirt.

I gasped at the sensation. He was smiling as he lifted one thigh to the side. Then he covered me with his body. I could feel his hardness pressing insistently against me between my legs. His face was hard as he closed his eyes.
 

"Rosie... you feel so good."

When he opened his eyes the raw hunger in them shocked me. He did want me. His hands explored my body gently for a moment as he stared at me.

Then he lowed his head and kissed me again.

Chapter Eight

Nicholas

She was putty in my hands. That was good. Unfortunately, I was putty in her hands as well.
 

If putty ever got rock hard.

I was rolling around on the couch with Rosalie like a teenager. I definitely
felt
like a teenager. Overexcited and overeager. Of course, I hadn't had top shelf vodka or a plush sectional like this back then.

I hadn't had
her
either.

She was everything a man could wish for. Sweet and willing. Even her lack of experience was adding to the hotness of it all. And this was already off the charts hot.

I was itching to take her clothes off but I was afraid she would bolt. Instead I kept this up, working her through her clothes until we were both at a fever pitch.

To say I was turned on would be an understatement.

I had a feeling I was going to come just from the gentle rocking of her hips beneath me. Just from the tiny thrusts I was making against her softness. I didn't even need to be inside her.

I was going to cream my pants if I didn't stop.

Now, that
would
be embarrassing. Especially for a professional like me.

I pulled back, staring down at her.

Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed, her lips puffy from my kisses. I could do anything to her at that moment, and I doubt she would have stopped me. I had lots of ideas about what sort of things I should do.
 

Too many ideas.

I groaned. I needed to stop this. But not quite yet.

"I want to see you. Please... just let me look. I won't touch."

She nodded, her lips slightly parted.

"Can I take you into the bedroom?"

This was her chance to bolt. To run from the man who was trying to take something that didn't belong to him. That couldn't belong to him.