Page 101 of Beautiful Deceit
She shrugs, not taking her eyes off the jet, “It seems so small. I guess I’ve never flown in something this small.” Her big blue eyes turn to mine.
I smile and drop a kiss to her temple, “Come on. If you get scared, I’ll promise to find a way to distract you.” I wiggle my brows at her.
She rolls her eyes at me but grins back.
After we board, I grab the iPad I bought her to read on. She checks the store’s emails and Facebook page, before pulling up a crossword puzzle.
"I don't know why I didn't already have one of these things, it's so convenient." I'm glad she likes it. Although, I haven't seen her open the iBook app once.
“Book Purist,” I huff, and she glares, but doesn’t say anything against it.
When we landthere is a car waiting for us. Sammy laughs, then grabs her stomach, cutting the lovely sound off prematurely. I'm sure she’s in pain. A wince crosses her face.
She looks at me and smiles, "Mr. Big-stuff." She winks, "No normal town car for us. No, we get the tank of limos riding with you!"
Her smile makes me smile, so instead of telling her I got it so it would be easier for her to get in and out of, I play along, "Are you kidding? I'd never fit in a regular ole town car."
She rolls her eyes, "Haven't we talked about that ego of yours?"
My dad is standing next to me, he sighs, "I like this girl."
I punch his shoulder playfully, "Hey old man, you already got one. Eyes off mine."
He chuckles and looks over at my mother, "Boy, I couldn't keep up with two."
When my mom catches us looking. She waves and gives my dad a saucy smile.
"Gross," I mutter like a sullen teenager.
Brian takes a separate car. Waiting, he waves us off. He's going back to Sammy’s other apartment. He promises to come see us soon at the townhouse.
After the dayof travel she’s beat, falling asleep with her head on my shoulder five minutes into the long car ride home. When we pull up to the building, I'm tempted to carry her, but I know she'd wake up. I don’t want to startle her.
I quietly usher my parents from the car and wake her gently.
"Sammy, time to wake up, sleeping beauty." She smiles but doesn't move to get up. I try to bait her, "I have it on good authority that there’s a bed, a really comfy bed, just a few steps away. One that’s large and surrounded by walls.” She cracks open an eye, tempted, even if she’s still too sore. “Do you want me to carry you, Sweets? You know I will." I tease.
I really would love to, but I know she wouldn't want that, especially in front of my parents.
"I'm comfy now," she pouts closing her eyes.
"Baby if I really thought you were comfortable, I'd make them keep this behemoth parked here indefinitely, but you’re not. Let's go have a look around. You can even skip right to the bedroom, I'm good with that." I deepen my voice on the last line, the way I know she likes.
Her eyelids lift, her smolder evident, "You're evil. You know that right?"
I switch tactics, "You could check out the kitchen. The guy I’m renting it from is a chef. He didn't want to let it go, but he was opening a new restaurant in Vegas and doesn’t think he’ll be back much, for a few years." I shrug like it's still her choice.
She lets her head lull back, her beautiful blue eyes stare into mine, "Thank you for taking such good care of me. I really do love you." Her lips press on mine sweetly.
When she pulls away to open the door, my hands wrap around her shoulders, "Maybe I was a little hasty. It is pretty comfortable in here." I pull her back and give her mouth the attention that I desperately want to give her entire body. It's our first passionate kiss in days. I was too afraid of hurting her at the hospital, and I haven’t wanted to push her, before she was ready.
I take advantage of the stolen moment and show her what I feel for her with my kiss.
When she reluctantly pulls back, her eyes are dark and needy.
"Don't look at me like that Sweets. We have two more weeks before we get paroled," I groan and adjust myself.
Her eyes latch on to where my hand is. Her right hand inches up my thigh.
