Then he disappeared and I was shocked when he got in behind the driver’s seat. He put on his headphones and I watched his mouth move and heard his voice in my headphones. “You doing okay babe?”
I nodded, utterly confused. “Are you going to drive this thing?” Jack laughed. “Yes, I’m a licensed pilot. I’ve been flying these since I was 16.
You are safe with me.” He reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing reassurance in-to my body
I gave him a halfhearted attempt at a smile and he reached up and grabbed my face. “Stop worrying, I won’t let anything happen to you beautiful.” Then his mouth covered mine and he gave me a long slow kiss. I wasn’t sure if he did it to help me relax or not, but it seemed to have worked.
Jack buckled us both in and gave me one last nod, before we started to go up.
It was an odd feeling to go straight up in the air. I had obviously flown before, but never in a helicopter. Planes go up on an angle, which is a very different feeling.
We lifted off the ground and I had the strange sensation that someone was dangling us from a rope above. I was excited and terrified at the same time. My nerves didn’t let me speak until our altitude leveled out and we were starting to travel forward at a steady pace.
“You okay babe?” Jack’s voice was full of concern as he looked over at me. One of the reasons I wasn’t a good liar, was because my emotions showed on my face.
“I’m getting there. At least I don’t feel like I am going to pass out anymore.” I smiled.
He reached across and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Try to relax and look around, this is the best way to see the island.”
Tentatively, I turned my head and peeked out the window. The view was breathtaking. Turquoise water, bejeweled with vivid coral reefs contrasted against Bill-lowing white sand beaches. It looked like I could see the ocean floor, with how clear the water was. Jack pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed the top of my hand. I smiled and felt myself start to relax a little.
He pointed to the right, out my window, at a patch of green in the distance. “We’re heading that way, over the rainforest.” I nodded my head and smiled, a sincere smile this time.
The green forest in the distance quickly came into view and Jack circled the breathtaking coastline. As we rounded the massive forest of trees, a clearing came into vision of the most amazing tall waterfalls I had ever seen. I gasped in excitement, the picturesque scenery helping me to rid of the last of my nerves. “That’s Sacred Falls. It was the first place I flew on my own when I got my license.” We flew a little further and Jack warned me that he was going to bring the helicopter down a little to show me something.
We flew lower for a few minutes and then Jack took my hand and squeezed it.
“Here we go babe.” Then he raised us up dramatically along the side of huge cliffs so that it felt like we were scaling them. I couldn’t help but scream in delight. It was terrifying but exciting, and my adrenalin was pumping.
A little while later Jack landed us on a large open green field, with no one in sight.
He powered the helicopter down and came around to help me down. I jumped up and hugged him as soon as my feet reached the ground. “That was so incredible!” Jack smiled and looked pleased. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we walked for a while. We reached a secluded beach and took off our shoes to let the warm, crystal clear water wash over our feet as we walked. “So, you’re out of questions, and I still have half of mine left.” A sexy half smile that reached his enticing eyes.
I kicked a little water at his leg. “I guess you do.”
He shook his head, but smiled. The man was utterly delicious. “Do you like p**n ography?”
He asked the question in the same tone as if he had just asked me to pass the salt. I tried not to blush, but I felt my face heat. I was glad we were walking so I wouldn’t be subjected to his intense scrutiny as I squirmed and heated at his question.
“Question number 6. I guess that depends on what you are talking about.
The magazines that are wrapped in plastic in the news stands, videos of explicit sex acts or a couple going at it on the street right in front of me.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, surprised at my response. “All of them.” His question was odd, but then, everything about the man was unpredict-able. In the short time that I had known him, I had learned that as soon as I thought I understood him, I was quickly proven wrong.
“Well, I don’t mind the magazines, although I also don’t see their allure. Let me correct my answer, I don’t mind the magazine, as long as it isn’t left in a bathroom. One of Michael’s friends always had that type of magazines in the bathroom and it freaked me out when I used the bathroom, wondering what he touched when he was done with the magazine.”
I looked to Jack to gauge his response on my answer and he looked amused, so I continued. “As to movies, I’ve watched a few and I don’t think they were my thing either.
But perhaps I didn’t watch the right ones. I guess I always felt insecure watching them, since I didn’t have much experience. I also didn’t get how the women could be okay with making a sex video for money. “ I took a breath and tried to remember what the last part of his question was.
“And finally, as to watching sex in the street, I’ve never had the pleasure, so I can’t tell you how I felt about it.” When my answer was out, I realized it really wasn’t a difficult thing to answer; it was just new to me to discuss the subject openly with anyone.
Michael and I never spoke about sex, which might have been why it was so dull compared to with Jack.
“So what made you ask the question?”
Jack stopped and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist.
He gave me a chaste kiss on the mouth and looked down at me “I’m the one asking the questions, you’re all out stranger. Come on, let’s head back, I want to get us back in the air as the sun goes down.”
“You know, Jack Cole whatever your last name is, some women might think you were a romantic with sunset helicopter rides and long walks on the beach.” I teased.
“If sharing what I enjoy with you is romantic, then I guess maybe I am. But it would only be you that would think it, because I’ve never shared anything more than my bed with other women.” My heart swelled a little bit. It was a good thing that we only had another day and a half, or I might have fallen head over heels for the dominating, controlling, sexy as all hell, romantic man.