Page 82 of His to Keep
Lana giggled. “We’ll see.”
He thumbed her chin and tilted her head up. “You know you will.” His face was deadpan.
“I think you know, you’ll get it later. There’s no doubt about that.” She waggled her eyebrows. “I can’t resist a hot guy in tight shorts who would take a bullet for me.”
His eyes twinkled. “Really? You like what you see, beautiful?”
She hummed in her throat and skimmed the pads of her fingers over his warm damp skin. “Yeah. I like what I see.”
“And what would you like me to do to you?”
“I have plans.” She bit her lower lip with a gentle nip.
“Interesting….” He climbed onto her sun lounger. “There’s no point in waiting, is there.”
* * *
Marcus checkedand double checked that she was strapped securely into the helicopter. Her heartbeat galloped and her body was rigid.
“Sit tight, beautiful. We’ll be there in no time. Right, Luca, we’re all good back here,” he said to the pilot.
As the propellers spun at high speed, Lana scrunched her hands in the fabric of her dress. Marcus released her tight grip from the fabric and pulled her fists up to his mouth.
He kissed her knuckles lightly. “First time, huh?” he asked through the head piece.
Lana nodded, feeling gravity pull her stomach up to meet her heart as they rose into the sky. He unravelled her clenched fingers and wrapped her tiny hand in his.
With the pad of his thumb, he stroked her skin with a soothing pressure. “I’d like to kiss you for the entire journey, but the views are something else. You should have a camera up here.”
“I get motion sick too,” she shouted as her cheeks drained to chalky white. “Plus, there’s only a bit of tin between us and the long drop to the ocean.”
He squeezed her fingers and smirked. “Focus on the island ahead. We’re nearly there.”
Lana peered out of the small window. She fixated her gaze on the pretty island in the distance, with its green trees and scattered dwellings. The main port was in clear view, with yachts and speed boats lined up like a car show room.
Larger ferries transported throngs of visitors back and forth from Naples and Sorrento. The helicopter tilted to the side, sweeping away from the main bay.
“Oh, sweet Jesus.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
“l’ll look after you.” He nudged her nose with his. “We’re going to Anacapri. There’s a hotel with an amazing restaurant. I’ll buy it for you if you like it.”
Her mouth twitched, staving a giggle. “If we have to get a helicopter every time, then don’t bother.”
True to his word the restaurant views were outstanding. The terrace had crazy paved tiles and round tables covered with white linen. They were escorted to the best seat in the restaurant, cordoned off from the rest of the guests.
“It’s a pleasure to have you back with us, Mr. McGrath.” Marcus shook hands with the tall maître d' who then pulled out Lana’s chair.
The extensive gin list had the McGrath brand top of the list, alongside a multitude of mixers and special edible additions.
“I see they do have the best gin ever.” She winked.
“It gets around.” He nodded to the patient waiter who approached their table but hovered in the periphery. “The lady will try them all.”
Lana gasped. “Are you trying to get me drunk, so you get me into bed?”
Marcus flipped off his aviators, sucking her in with a lazy smile. “We both know, I don’t need to get you drunk, to get your panties off.” His eyes darkened. “And we certainly don’t need a bed.”
“Seriously, I’ll be sick if I drink all of those concoctions.”
