One Special Moment - Brenda Jackson [71]
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, watching him remove his shirt and then his shoes.
He smiled down at her. “I’m going to teach you a lesson about tempting me when you think I can’t do anything about it.”
She sat up straight in her seat. “Sterling, you can’t. Your pilot’s up front. He’ll know what we’re doing. We can’t just—”
“Oh, yes we can. I’ll lock the cabin door to assure our privacy. John’s concentration is on flying this thing and not on what we’re doing in here.”
“But he’ll know.” Colby’s heart began beating a mile a minute at the recklessness of her actions. If nothing else, she should have learned by now that Sterling Hamilton had a passion that was all-consuming. All it took was her smile or her touch to set him off. And whenever she gave him that look, where her eyes became dark as a raven’s wing and emitted secret, seductive overtures and promises of steamy passion, he would take her then and there. No matter where they were. He had made love to her in every room in their honeymoon cottage at least once, sometimes twice. And she didn’t want to think about the number of times they had made love on the secluded beach. He had proved that when it came to passion between a husband and wife, everything was proper.
Their week in Barbados had been beautiful. It didn’t take long for her to realize he didn’t know the meaning of moderation. The word meant nothing to him. She’d discovered that reality the hard way, she thought, looking at the huge bulge pushing against the zipper of his pants. He had a voracious sexual appetite and thoroughly enjoyed making love.
Colby immediately got out of her seat when he began removing his pants. “Sterling, wait!”
He smiled that sensuous smile she had come to love. “I am waiting. I’m waiting for you to take off your clothes, too.”
She quickly glanced around, expecting John to appear any minute. She didn’t care that he was supposed to be flying this jet. She knew there was such a thing as autopilot.
At that moment, John’s voice came over the intercom. “Mr. Hamilton, you have a call.”
Colby released a huge sigh of relief. Sterling, however, had a huge frown on his face.
“Who is it, John?”
“It’s Kyle Garwood. And he said it’s important.”
Sterling slipped back into his shirt and pants. “It better be,” he mumbled. He looked at Colby. “It seems you’ve been saved by the bell for just a little while. I’ll be back in a minute so don’t think you’re out of the woods yet because this wolf has every intention of mating when he returns.”
Colby shook her head as she watched Sterling leave the room, pulling the door closed behind him. She knew he had all intentions of doing just what he claimed he would do when he got back.
She sat back down in her seat and thought some more about the past week. Although they had enjoyed the time they had spent together, in all reality, nothing between them had changed. She was still operating under the time clock he had established. She knew that as far as Sterling was concerned, the contract between them was still valid. Although he had shared the information with her about his mother’s visit, he had given her no indication during the past week that her position in his life had changed. And that thought bothered her more than anything because she knew she had fallen even more in love with him.
Colby straightened in her seat when she heard the sound of Sterling returning. When he opened the door, she took one look at the expression on his face and knew something was wrong. She stood and immediately went to him.
“Sterling, what’s wrong?”
He didn’t say anything at first, and for a moment she wondered if he would.
“That was Kyle,” he finally said, pulling her into his arms. “Nicholas Chenault contacted him to see if he could locate me.”
“Why?”
“The blood clot on Angeline’s brain burst and she was rushed to the hospital. She had to undergo emergency surgery and is now in critical condition. They’re not sure she’s going to make