Sorry, Miss Silver (GirlxGirl)

Chapter Nine | New York

As soon as we exited the private plane George was already waiting for us by a sleek black limo, I didn't think I could ever get used to all of this. Throughout my life I'd never been without anything, my upbringing had always been middle class no money troubles, but Anna's world was so crazy. Both her past and present, I'll never know how she coped all these years, how she kept her balance and never fell into her troubled life. The blonde billionaire boldly slipped her hand into mine as we walked down the plane steps together, I could feel her eyes on me but I ignored her. Right now all I could think of was that moment as we landed, both the sweetness and passion. Two sides of Anna that I really liked.
That I.... No, I can't think that.

Without a word I slipped into the limousine as George held the door open, letting go of my hand Anna offered the older guy a mild 'thank you' and got in next to me. I tried to ignore the feeling of those deep questioning blue eyes on me, the way I knew she was biting her lip right now, and the hand she was running up and down her bare thigh nervously. I wanted this woman so badly. George slammed the door shut making me jump slightly before he got into the front and started the engine. I idly wondered why he was here.

It scared me how much Anna and I were in tune when she answered the question in my head. "I trust George." She said quietly, like she was trying to think of something to say. "He travels a lot with me but doesn't like the fancy stuff. He went by airbus, he arrived an hour before us."

I nodded vaguely, still lost in my own thoughts. The thoughts that revolved around the woman sitting next to me, how my heart rate still hadn't fully calmed down after that heated kiss. The smile that lit up on her face each time she saw me. Her gentle and tender side, her past. Anna's modesty when it came to her beauty and her success. The way she could reduce me to a puddle every time she stared at me in that primal way, and the way she looked at me like I was the only person that mattered.
I'd never felt like this before about anyone, I could spend every minute of every hour with this woman and never get bored with her. I was forever fascinated and captivated by her. For a moment I thought back to the kiss Misha had given me in the Coffee House. There was no comparison. To put it simply, my ex-girlfriend's kisses were bland, void of any kind of passion or emotion. But Anna's kisses... I bit my lip. Thinking about her tempting mouth and talented tongue actually made me clench my thighs.

Suddenly I felt Anna's breath against my neck, her hand rested on my jean covered knee, slowly trailing up my thigh. "Whatever you're thinking right now, I know you're turned on." She growled hotly in my ear.

Trying to control my breathing wasn't easy, my chest heaved as my body reacted obviously to her words. "H-how do you know?" I stuttered.

I felt her smirk. "You bit your lip, which either means you're nervous or turned on. The give away was when I watched you clench your thighs together."

"Oh." I uttered, it was a cross between a sound of understanding and a moan.

Anna's lips found my neck and I felt my eyes close as her lips touched my sensitive skin. My boss hummed and stopped kissing me so she could talk. "What were you thinking about?" She asked.

My face flushed, I wanted to lie but I knew I couldn't. "You." I muttered as quietly as possible.

Anna bit back a chuckle. "I figured." She bit down on the skin just below my ear and I groaned as she sucked, probably leaving another hickey. She pulled away slightly. "What about me?"

I didn't answer. Re-opening my eyes I was suddenly aware of where we were, driving through the streets of New York with George separated from us only by the glass window between the driver and passenger section. Sensing my distraction, Anna pulled me onto her lap so I was straddling her.