Текст книги "Release Me"
Автор книги: Ann Marie Walker
Соавторы: Amy K. Rogers
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Chapter Twenty-three
Allie had flown on private planes countless times. Ingram Media had had a corporate jet for as long as she could remember. And although it was mainly used for business, over the years her mother had no problem commandeering it for vacations or last-minute shopping excursions to New York. But she’d never taken a private flight with the man she loved, and certainly not as part of a ridiculously romantic trip through Europe.
She reached across the limo bench and gave Hudson’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Are you excited?” he asked.
“Very.” The same goofy grin she’d worn for the past few days stretched across her face. “I still can’t believe you were able to arrange this so quickly.” They’d only been back together for a little over two weeks, and yet during that time he’d somehow managed to plan a whirlwind trip aboard the Orient Express while simultaneously running two multibillion-dollar corporations. Not to mention indulging her every holiday whim.
“I’m a very resourceful man, Alessandra. Especially when there’s something I want.”
They pulled onto the tarmac, and after presenting their passports, boarded a white Gulfstream with the Chase Industries logo emblazoned on the tail. A flight attendant greeted them the moment they stepped onto the plane. She was a pretty girl in her midtwenties with jet-black hair pulled back in a scarf that matched her navy suit.
“Good evening, Mr. Chase, Miss Sinclair,” she said with a wide smile.
Hudson greeted her with a curt nod. “Evening, Natalie.”
“May I bring you something to drink before takeoff?”
“Pinot Grigio for Miss Sinclair, and I’ll have a scotch. Three fingers.”
“Right away.” She waited while Hudson helped Allie out of her coat, then shrugged off his own. He’d no sooner handed them over to Natalie when his phone began to ring. He glanced at the screen and frowned. “My brother,” he said before pressing the button. “Give me a minute.”
Hudson wandered toward the rear of the plane, allowing Allie a quiet moment to take in her surroundings. Unlike the Ingram jet, which was purchased with mainly corporate travel in mind, the Chase Industries plane was the pinnacle of sophisticated luxury. The décor was neutral with navy-blue accents and warm wood trims. A cream-colored leather sofa ran the length of the left side of the plane, while matching club chairs sat clustered around a flat-screen television on the right. Everything about the spacious interior was a statement of tasteful elegance. And whereas Ingram’s plane featured a long conference table in the back room, Allie was willing to bet the doorway Hudson had disappeared through led to a bedroom. One they’d no doubt make use of seeing as it was an overnight flight. A thrill shot through her at the thought of the two of them spending the night a mile high.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Hudson was behind her, powering off his phone.
“Just thinking about our flight plan,” she answered with a smile. “Everything okay with Nick?”
Hudson’s brow knit together. “Seems my brother is entertaining your friend in my home theater.”
“Oh?” Thoughts of the afternoon she and Hudson spent in that theater flashed across her mind. “Oh . . . ,” she said again.
“Indeed.”
“They’re probably just hanging out together since everybody else they know is out of town.”
The blizzard had backed up flights at O’Hare so badly that Harper had ended up canceling her trip home altogether versus spending three days on standby. The last Allie had heard she was considering driving down for New Year’s if the weather allowed. And now she was hanging out with Nick? Surely she would have said something if the situation between them was turning into more than she’d first claimed. Seeing as how turnabout was fair play, Allie had thoroughly grilled her friend on the topic of their all-nighter. But Harper had insisted that nothing had happened between them on Christmas Eve, even going so far as to swear on her one and only pair of Jimmy Choos. Then again, Allie thought, Nick was exactly Harper’s type. Big brown eyes, lashes that wouldn’t quit, and dark hair worn just a little bit too long. Add that to the lost puppy look Nick was currently sporting and . . .
Oh shit.
She made a mental note to text Harper as soon as they landed, then turned her attention to the commotion at the front of the plane. Natalie had returned with their cocktails just as Max boarded the plane with their luggage.
“Any problems with the runway?” Hudson asked him.
“No sir, and the pilot informs me we’re good to go.”
Hudson took the squat tumbler from Natalie and passed Allie her glass of wine as he continued his conversation with Max. “How’s the weather looking?”
“Clear skies tonight. Plus our cruising altitude will be 51,000 feet, so we’ll be well above most turbulence or commercial traffic.”
“Excellent.”
“I’ll be with the crew if you need anything,” he said before ducking through a door that lead to what appeared to be the galley.
“Max is coming with us? “
“Yes, he’ll be coordinating with local authorities,” Hudson said matter-of-factly.
Someone on the outside closed the cabin door. Natalie secured it before heading off in the same direction as Max. Allie didn’t say a word, but she knew the look she was giving Hudson spoke volumes.
“Alessandra, you didn’t think I would take you to Europe without some sort of security in place, did you?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I thought this was a romantic getaway, so yes, I thought we’d be traveling alone.”
“It will be romantic. You won’t even know he’s there.”
“Might be a little crowded in the sleeper car, don’t you think?”
“We have a suite. But nonetheless, I assure you Max won’t be sharing it with us.” He smirked. “Now, come get buckled up. We’re cleared for departure.”
Clearly the conversation was over as far as he was concerned. Allie had a lot more she wanted to say on the subject, but she knew Hudson’s overprotective instincts stemmed from his almost overwhelming need to keep her safe. And the more she’d thought about it, the more she was convinced it was all tied to whatever haunted his sleep. So despite the fact that she found a personal bodyguard unnecessary, much less an entire European team, she decided to let it go and simply enjoy the time with the man she loved.
When Hudson offered his hand she took it and let him lead her to two leather captains’ chairs facing a polished marble table. Hudson waited until she’d secured her seatbelt, then raised his glass and clinked it against hers. “To the first of many trips.”
“I like the sound of that.” Allie sipped her wine while the plane taxied to the runway. “How long will the flight take?”
“All night.” It was impossible to miss the carnal intent in Hudson’s eyes as he gazed at her over the rim of his glass.
The plane surged forward, hurtling down the runway. Allie’s stomach fluttered as the wheels lifted from the ground, but she suspected the sensation had less to do with gravity than it did with the man seated next to her. She watched him as he stared out the small oval window, his handsome face reflected back to her in the glass, thinking just how lucky she was to have Hudson Chase back in her life. And for good this time.
When the holiday season began, Allie had assumed it would be six weeks of misery leading up to a new year of more of the same. And while there was still so much about her life that was in utter chaos, with Hudson by her side she felt a sense of peace and contentment she would have never thought possible just a short time ago.
As if sensing the weight of her stare, Hudson turned and met her gaze. Without saying a word, he reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips. His eyes roamed over her face for long moments before he finally spoke. “I’m grateful for you every day,” he murmured.
And just like that she fell even deeper.
The pilot announced they’d reached their cruising altitude and Natalie served a light supper of grilled chicken and vegetables.
“More wine?” Hudson asked, hovering the bottle over Allie’s glass.
“Mr. Chase, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying to get me drunk. Planning to take advantage of me?”
Hudson’s mouth curved into a wicked grin as he refilled her glass. “I have a few things in mind to pass the time.”
“Care to enlighten me?”
“No.”
Allie gaped at him as he casually set the wine bottle back in the ice bucket and went about the business of finishing his meal.
So it’s like that, is it?
Deciding the best reaction she could give him was no reaction at all, Allie chose to feign complete indifference, despite the fact that every nerve in her body had sprung to life wondering what he had planned for their transatlantic flight.
Very slowly she wiped her mouth with her napkin and piled it in top of her plate, along with the silverware.
Hudson paused with his fork in midair. “Did you not enjoy it?”
“It was delicious. I’m just not very hungry,” she added with a sweet smile. “But take your time. I’ll read up on some of the sites.” She leaned down to grab the tote bag stowed under her seat and pulled out a guidebook on Italy. Settling back against the soft leather seat, she flipped through the pages, not even sure exactly what she was looking for until she found it.
Oh yes, this will do nicely.
“Too bad we’re not staying in Venice for New Year’s Eve,” she said as nonchalantly as possible.
One dark brow lifted. “Why’s that?”
“Sounds like they have a pretty amazing celebration at the Piazza San Marco.” She turned the book toward Hudson to show him the page that had caught her eye. In the picture, hundreds of couples were shown locked in a steamy embraces as fireworks exploded over a clock tower in the public square. “Apparently the Venetians take their midnight kisses very seriously.”
“So it would seem.” His eyes were lit with amusement.
Allie reached for her glass and took a large sip of the dry white wine. Knowing Hudson was watching her every move, she purposefully licked her lips before turning her attention back to the tourist guide.
“They call it the communal kiss,”she said, then began to read the description from the book. “The communal kiss in Piazza San Marco hosts hundreds of visitors filling the square to enjoy music, toasts, fireworks, and the midnight kiss! What is more fun than kissing amongst strangers? Plus, the body heat is a quick way to get warm.”
“Body heat?” Hudson chuckled. “All things considered, I’d prefer to enjoy your body heat in a hotel room with a bedside view of the fireworks.”
“But then we’d miss out on the other tradition.”
“And that would be?”
Allie lifted the book high enough to hide the smile that tugged at her lips as she continued reading. “And don’t limit yourself to just one kiss. Grab a stranger and embrace other die-hard romantics in this gesture of brotherhood on the last day of the year.”
From the other seat came nothing but silence. Allie lowered the guide and peeked over the top of the pages. Hudson was staring at her, his expression unreadable.
“Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“Not at all.” Allie pressed on, even though she knew she was playing with fire. “But you know what they say, ‘When in Rome.’” She gave a small laugh. “Or I guess in this case, Venice.”
He very precisely and methodically set his knife and fork on his plate. “Do you really think I would share you?” The scorching look in his eyes told her it was a rhetorical question. He held her gaze as his fingers found the clasp of her seat belt. After releasing the latch, he leaned closer until his lips brushed her ear. “I want you to go back to the bedroom,” he said in a low voice. “I’ll join you in a moment and when I do, I want you naked and waiting for me to fuck you.”
Allie’s breath caught at his unexpected command. It was demanding, authoritative, and hot as hell. Very slowly she rose from her seat. Her body hummed with anticipation as she made her way down the narrow corridor to the rear of the plane. As she suspected, the back of the aircraft contained not a boardroom, but a bedroom. It was small, the bed only a double, but it was luxurious, with a décor that reminded her of a five-star hotel. Crisp white linens covered the bed, and in the middle a long bolster in silvery blue and chocolate brown sat propped against white euro pillows. But as inviting as the bed looked, what caught Allie’s eye were the slats on the dark wood headboard. As she undressed, she wondered if Hudson’s plans included her cuffed or tied to them. The thought alone sent a shiver of desire down her spine.
She hung her clothes in the small closet and climbed onto the bed. The duvet felt cool against her bare skin, making her acutely aware of how exposed she was as she lay naked on the bed, waiting. And waiting.
It seemed like an eternity had passed when the door to the bedroom finally clicked open.
Hudson stepped into the room, closing the door and locking it behind him. His eyes glittered in the soft light, but he didn’t say a word as he slowly and deliberately worked the buttons on his shirt. Allie took the opportunity to drink in every detail, from the way his abs rippled as he pulled his shirttails free of his pants to the way his biceps flexed as he shrugged out of the sleeves. Watching Hudson Chase undress was its own unique brand of foreplay. But when he reached for the buckle of his belt, the show came abruptly to an end.
“Turn over.”
Without hesitation, Allie rolled onto her stomach. Behind her she heard the slow drag of a zipper and then a rustle of fabric. She knew he was naked and no doubt heavily aroused. Was he stroking himself as he watched her? The thought of him pleasuring himself while gazing at her caused a rush of warmth to pool between her already slick thighs.
“On your hands and knees,” he said in a voice so low and rough she could almost feel the vibration against her skin. “I want to fuck you facedown, ass up.”
The blunt, crude way he told her what he wanted set her blood on fire. As much as she loved when he was gentle and romantic, she couldn’t deny the effect it had on her when Hudson took total control. When he was like this he was the ultimate bad boy, every dirty fantasy brought to life.
The bed shifted behind her. “So beautiful,” he whispered. She felt his hands on her, smoothing up the back of her thighs and over her ass before coming to rest on her hips. He pulled her further down the mattress until her knees were at the edge and he was standing behind her.
Leaning in, his hand swept her hair to one side. She felt his open mouth drag across her bare shoulder, and when his lips pressed against her throat, she wondered if he could feel her pulse hammering inside her neck.
“Have you been thinking about me while you were lying here waiting, imagining all the things I might do to you?” He pushed her legs further apart and then his finger skimmed her sex. She heard his breath hiss when he discovered how wet she was. “Oh, I think you have.” His fingers circled her in a slow, measured caress. “You’re soaked for me.”
She didn’t need him to tell her. She could feel how wet she was by the way he slid through her slick folds. When his hand fell away she heard a quiet sound of appreciation. “And you taste so sweet.” The image of him licking her arousal from his fingers made her long to feel his tongue against her wetness, tasting her in wide, sweeping strokes.
But instead he continued teasing her quivering entrance with his fingers until her core clenched with need. She felt so empty, her body actually ached. Desperate to feel any part of him inside her, she pushed back into his hands. “Please, Hudson.”
“Hush,” he purred. “It’s a long flight, baby. We have hours.”
Allie couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her lips.
Hudson bent over her again and this time she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations of the moment—his lips drifting over her skin, his hair tickling her back—and not the persistent throbbing between her thighs.
“Tell me, what is it that has you so greedy for my cock?” he whispered against her overheated skin. “Is it the anticipation that turns you on, Alessandra? Or is it being poised at the end of this bed, so open and exposed, knowing I’m about to fuck you good and hard?” His teeth grazed the shell of her ear. “Or is it both?”
“Yes, both,” she panted.
He stood and gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. Somewhere in the back of her mind a part of her hoped they left a mark. She wanted a reminder of how she felt at this moment, how his total possession had ratcheted her desire to an almost debilitating level.
“Please, I want you. All of you.”
He growled and plunged inside her in one long, powerful thrust. Allie gasped, feeling every exquisite inch of him stretching her, filling her. The sensation alone was almost enough to make her come. Wound as tight as she was, she knew she wouldn’t last long once he started to stroke his hard length in and out of her swollen flesh. But he didn’t. Instead he held still, buried deep inside her, until she couldn’t take it any longer. She tried to move her hips, but his grip tightened.
“Don’t move,” he ground out. The strain of his barely leashed control was evident not only in his voice but in the way his fingers flexed against her skin. “I just want to feel you around me.”
Her breath came in short pants as she waited, her body pulsing around him. It was too much; she needed more. She squeezed her inner muscles in a desperate attempt to spur him on. He groaned, a low guttural sound, and then he started to move, thrusting fast and hard and deep.
The bed rocked beneath her as his thighs hit the end of the mattress with each punishing drive. She tried to steady herself, her hands reaching out blindly, clawing at the sheet and twisting it in her grasp. When her arms and legs began to tremble, she dropped to her elbows, her face pressed to the duvet as he continued to fuck her. Because that’s what this was. It wasn’t the slow, sweet lovemaking of the night before. It was raw, carnal fucking, and she loved every minute of it.
“Fuck, Allie, I can’t get enough of you. You feel so good sliding around my cock.”
She garbled incoherent pleas into the duvet. Words like more, harder, deeper. Hudson changed his angle, hitting a spot inside her that brought her to the edge. His breath grew choppy, his rhythm faster and sharper. Then one hand left her hips, sliding around her stomach to the top of her sex. The dual assault was too much. A low, keening cry escaped her lips as his fingers circled and pressed.
“That’s it. Fucking come for me,” he grunted. “Now, Allie. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
She came with a muffled scream, her body clenching around him in waves as one orgasm rolled into another. Hudson stayed with her, his perfectly measured thrusts suspending her in a white-hot bliss while she writhed and bucked beneath him, lost to the mindless pleasure. This was what he did to her, what only he could do.
Behind her Hudson made a rough sound of agonizing ecstasy. His body jerked and shuddered as he emptied himself inside her. “I love you,” he whispered as he collapsed against her. The weight of him, pressing her into the mattress as his chest heaved for breath, soothed and calmed her trembling body.
“I love you, too,” she murmured. And she did. She loved him more than she ever thought possible.
Hudson rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She nuzzled against his chest, her limbs loose and her eyelids heavy. As the plane dipped and banked to the left, Allie drifted into an exhausted sleep, secure in the fact that the man holding her would always be in her life.
Chapter Twenty-four
The knock that woke Julian was a real pounder, loud as a ball being shot out of a cannon. He had no idea who it was, or how long they’d been beating on the doors to his master suite, but he was a hair’s-breadth away from shredding them a new asshole.
“Pour l’amour de merde.” He coughed to get his vocal chords working. “Arrêter cette incessante frapper. Je viens.” When he finally opened his eyes, it felt as though the morning light streaming through the windows singed his corneas. He squinted down at the slender arm draped possessively over his chest and shoved it off. The woman—for the love of God he couldn’t remember her name—rolled over with a soft moan as the appendage flopped to the mattress.
Julian swung his feet over the side of the bed, then rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. When he opened them he got his first full look at the room. Clothes were draped on every surface—the twin set of wingback chairs, the lampshade, the dresser—there was even a bra hanging from the chandelier above the bed. Empty bottles of champagne littered the floor and ashtrays overflowed on the bedside tables.
More fucking knocking.
“Une minute.” Palming a pack of Gitanes, he withdrew a cigarette, slid it between his lips, and lit it with a quick rasp of a gold lighter engraved with the letters JL. The first drag was always the best, and once againit seemed to do the trick. He tossed the lighter on the nightstand and shifted to his feet. He stood there for a second to let the sudden case of vertigo pass before grabbing the silk paisley robe that hung over the footboard of the intricately carved canopy bed.
As he headed toward the knocking, he slipped the robe over his shoulders and tied the sash. When he yanked the door open, he exhaled, blowing a rocket of smoke out of his nose. “What?” he barked in his accented English.
“Monsieur Lau—”
Julian interrupted the man with the arch of a brow.
“Marquis Laurent,” he said, quickly correcting his mistake. If there was one thing Julian had learned about his hired gun, it was that despite his slip-up, the guy was all about protocol. A soldier broken and reprogrammed by some military regime from which he was undoubtedly AWOL.
“Oui, Philippe?”
“I have an update.”
Julian swung the door open the rest of the way. “Entrer,” he said around the cigarette dangling from his mouth. He gestured for the man to follow as he sauntered toward the wingbacks in front of the fireplace and took a seat.
Philippe’s shrewd gaze scanned the room, stopping abruptly at the ornate turn-of-the-century bed where two women were still passed out from the night before. The statuesque brunette with the olive skin was on her back, one arm over her eyes as if to block out the sunlight and one leg bent at the knee, exposing herself. The other, a blonde, was on her stomach with her arm now draped across the other woman.
Julian smirked. The women were as significant as the brocade curtains that framed the windows. Just as useful, too, but a hell of a lot more fun.
Philippe circled the wingback, unbuttoned his dark suit coat, and took a seat opposite Julian. “I have information on the whereabouts of Alessandra Sinclair and Hudson Chase.”
Julian took deep drag of his cigarette, the tip glowing bright orange. “I don’t give a fuck about that prick.” His thick accent curled around the words and smoke wafted out of his mouth with the syllables.
Philippe pulled a small notebook out of the breast pocket of his jacket and flipped it open. “Miss Sinclair will be boarding the Venice-Simplon Orient Express in a few hours, final destination London, with a brief stopover at 48.8567 degrees latitude and—”
Julian cut him off. “Enfer putain. In English, as the Americans say.”
“Yes, sir. Paris, France.”
His eyes grew wide. “When?”
Philippe consulted his notebook again. “Tomorrow morning, zero-eight-hundred.”
“Perfect.” Julian’s lips drew back in a sneer. Things couldn’t have worked out better, even if he’d been the hands of God pulling the strings. He leaned back in the chair and stubbed his cigarette out in a crystal ashtray.
It was time to put his plan in motion.
