It's A Crime (25 page)

I lifted his head
, looking directly into those deep green pools, watching him slowly crawl up the length of me. My lips parted and he kissed me deeply, desperately. I returned his kiss, my tongue searching. I sucked at his lips gently and slid down to the floor, turning the tables, my tongue tracing the path to his happy trail. His cock felt rock hard, pre-ejaculate glistened on the tip. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began licking it. I slowly slid the crown into my mouth, tasting him. A distinct moan escaped his lips as I took him in slowly, my mouth becoming accustomed to his large size. I took all of him, right down to his sexy as hell pelvis. The smell of him filled my nostrils, causing me to salivate. His sharp intake of breath turned me on, quickening my pace. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, inciting my own desire for him.

R
unning my tongue over the silky hot skin, my fingers encircled the base of his shaft and began gently plumping him, my tongue running up and down his length. I trailed down, slowly, gently licking the sensitive skin of his balls. He quivered, his body stiffened, imploring me to continue licking and sucking. He ground his teeth then threw his head back. Gasping, he grabbed my head, guiding me up and down his cock. I heard a low growl as he held my head firmly in his hands and lifted his hips up. His body jerked and I tasted him as he pumped his hot semen into my mouth. I swallowed twice to accommodate the amount of cum he ejaculated.

I
licked him clean, gently, avoiding the ultra-sensitive crown. I looked up with a satisfied grin on my face. The gratification in his eyes got me so hot I drooled. He gently pulled me up toward him and I climbed up, throwing my leg over his midsection; straddling his tight muscular abdomen, I squeezed my thighs together. He held his still hard cock and guided it into me. I lowered myself onto it, my moist folds clinging to the base, clenching him, spreading wide to take all of him, every inch, loving how complete he made me feel.

H
e filled me, leaving no room for anything but his hard length. Holding my hips, he lifted me up and down his hard shaft. I was amazed he was still hard after I sucked him off.

“How are you still hard?
I thought you...I did something wrong...”

“Baby, you did
everything
right. I just can’t get enough of you. I want to fuck you until neither of us can stand,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You are beautiful, so soft…tight, wet…”

That was all I needed to get me off.
I rode him like there would not be a tomorrow. My orgasm built until I thought I would explode.

A God in the sac
k.

A mist
covered my body; I was overly sensitive. My clit throbbed for his touch, along with my heart. He took a deep shuddering breath, both of us panting, both sweating. Grabbing my hips, he moved me up and down the length of him, using my body to masturbate us both. He plunged deep into to me and I cried out, melting, aching. His cock jerked inside me. Then scorching warmth spread inside me as he came. I shattered into millions of pieces of splintered glass around him, quivering, shaking.

As we both floated slowly back down to earth, he
pulled me close to his chest, burying his face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in deeply, like he couldn’t get enough. It was intoxicating. Our breathing became more even. It felt as if he’d just exorcised a demon. Maybe we both did.

I had fallen for him.
I didn’t want to admit it. I had hardened my heart all those years ago, never thinking anyone would get in. I was so caught up in him I was walking a tightrope. I never wanted Cole to see I was vulnerable.

“Let
’s get in the shower. I have plans for us today. Wear something warm.” He gently pulled me to my feet then bent down to pick up our clothing. I followed him into the bedroom. He placed the clothing into the laundry chute and continued into the shower.

“
You expect me to be able to walk after that?” I asked incredulously, finding it difficult to keep the wicked smile off my face.

“I expect you to do
that
again…” He laughed huskily.

Holy Hell
.

I sa
t on the sofa in the living room. I had chosen my clothing carefully, noting function and sexy were not easy to combine. So I dressed in my black Diesel skinny jeans, my fur lined boots and a thick off-white cable knit turtleneck. I had my Prada bag, with my gloves and scarf shoved in the top, and my Patagonia jacket lay beside me on the sofa. When it came to clothes, I was always ready, just like a girl scout.

He walke
d out of the bedroom, over to the closet, and reached inside grabbing a cobalt blue ski jacket with reflective stripes. He was dressed in jeans that fit his body perfectly.

Lord, this guy can rock jeans.

He wore a flannel button down that set off the color of his amazing green eyes, his black hair grazing the top of his collar. He wore a pair of Frye boots finished in antique black, with thick pewter buckles, very West, very cowboy. I eyed him from head to foot and whistled, taking in all of him, thinking wow, how lucky was I.

“I should be the one whistlin
g. You’re stunning.” His eyes slid up and down my body. “In fact, I’m thinking twice about leaving this apartment.”

“You look edible.”
I licked my lips exaggeratingly.

“
Keep talking like that and we’ll be getting a later start than we should.” The gauntlet dropped. “Shall we?” He opened the door.

“Y
ou still haven’t told me where we are going.”

“You’ll see.
I’m sure you’ll like it. It is one of my favorite places on the East Coast.”

“
Then I’m sure I’ll love it.” I was a little nervous. When he told me to dress warmly, it implied we would be traveling north. The only thing north of New York were mountains and snow. I inwardly cringed, praying he wasn’t taking me skiing. I hadn’t been skiing since I was with Cr...I shook my head pushing the memory back down.

I followed Cole out the front door.

Chapter 26

We
exited the building and slid into the back of the Black BMW SUV

“Hi
, Ray.”

“Miss
Preston. Mr. Grayson.” Ray shut the door. He put the car into drive and started driving toward the East Side. We pulled up in front of the entrance to the East Side Heliport. As we exited the car, Ray went to the rear of the truck and pulled a leather duffle out and followed us inside. Cole walked toward a man behind the counter, who after seeing him immediately put on his jacket and came around the counter, escorting us outside to a waiting helicopter.

Ray walked to the rear of the chopper and put the leather duffle inside.

“Have a safe flight, Mr. Grayson, Miss Preston.” He tapped his hat and stepped away from the chopper. My stomach knotted. I’d never been in a helicopter. The thought was exciting, but also scared the hell out of me.

“I’ll be in touch later
,” Cole said to Ray.

Ray nodded
.

Cole
took my arm in his hand and guided me to the passenger seat. He helping me step up inside, and buckled me in. I lowered my nose to his head and breathed him in.
Damn, why does he smell so mouthwateringly good?

He
walked in front getting into the driver’s seat. My eyes widened. The noise was deafening. Everything was vibrating; my insides fluttered. I waited until he got himself buckled then shouted in his direction.

“You are
full of surprises.”

He
looked at me and a smile touched his lips. He picked up the headphones hanging on the rack above his head and indicated I should do the same. I followed his direction and placed mine over my ears.

Immediately
, the outside noise was reduced significantly, and when Cole spoke, his voice came through loud and clear into my ears.

“
Everything okay?”

“I said
you are full of surprises.”

He smiled
. “I like to keep you guessing.” He winked and my heart skipped a beat.

I watched as he flipped various toggle switches and placed his feet on the two pedals on the floor.
He put his finger to his mouth, silencing me, and spoke through the mouthpiece, “Grayson Industries GI-404 ready for lift off.” He was immediately answered by the air traffic controller.

“
Roger.”

He lifted his thumb into the air
toward the front window and pushed the pole-like instrument, and the helicopter began to rise into the air. I grabbed the straps of my harness seatbelt with both hands and tilted my head back as I felt the all too familiar tickle in my stomach, the same tickle I got when I rode a roller coaster. The blood drained from my hands; my knuckles turned white with the strength of my grip.

Cole hit a toggle switch and his voice
came again through the headphones.

“You can talk now.
It’s only us,” he said. “I can hear the tower, but no one can hear you.” His voice was vibrating, sounding tinny.

“I’ve never been in a helicopter before.”
I hoped my fear didn’t show.

“I could tell by the look on your face.
I hope you are not afraid of heights.”

“No, but this is a big surprise.
I didn’t know you flew helicopters.”

“I fly
a lot of aircraft.”

Wow.
I was impressed.

He s
tarted explaining how he controlled the helicopter, his hand on the cyclic bar and his feet on the throttle and anti-torque pedals and what each did in response to his movement.

“So
is this the surprise?” I said looking up and out the bubble shaped window for the first time since we took off. I took in a deep breath, my nose immediately filled with oxygenated air. I leaned forward, in awe of the beauty of the City from this vantage point. The clear blue sky looked as though it went on forever. I started to enjoy myself despite the constant buzzing and vibrating. We passed the Statue of Liberty, close enough for me to see into her eyes, as we flew along the coastline in a northerly direction.

“No, this is how we get to the surprise
.” He smiled his most enigmatic smile. The heat between my thighs spread and I felt a tightening.

We travelled in relative quiet for about an hour
. I found myself watching this man I had come to love. That he was taking the time way from his work to assure me I was important to him amazed me. I was the reason he came back to New York, I knew it. He must have feelings for me too. Those butterflies made a reappearance. He did that to me, made me feel like a girl falling in love for the first time. Seeing a look of amusement in his eyes I quickly turned my head, looking out the window; it was if he could see right through me.

I continued looking out
the side window, admiring the beauty below us, enjoying the scenery.

W
e were deep into the mountains. What mountains I didn’t know, but my guess would be Vermont or Massachusetts. I had to reel in my excitement. I turned to Cole and smiled. Forty-five minutes later, the aircraft veered to the left, west, the coastline becoming smaller in the distance.

I was so enthr
alled by the beauty of the snow-capped mountains surrounding us I hardly noticed when we started descending. We entered a picturesque valley between two majestic mountains and came upon a large clearing above a square marked with the letters GI in all four corners and a huge “H” in red in the center.

We
hovered over the “H,” landing softly on top. The vibrating from the helicopter stopped when the engines were shut down but continued in my body. I looked up. In the near distance stood a very large house, a cross between a log cabin and a Swiss chalet, and appeared to be embedded into the side of the mountain. Cole grabbed the bag from the luggage hold and walked over to my side, unbuckled me and helped me down.