Page 86 of His to Seduce
“Is that weird?” He arched a brow.
“No…it’s nice. I like it.”
His returning grin was brilliant. “And I likeyou.Plus, you think I can give you wild and crazy, which is even better.”
I saw something spark in his eyes, something that shined excitement and ideas. I pushed down the fear. I’d asked for this. I wanted it. “I think you give great wild and crazy, and based on that sexy little smirk on your face, you know just the place.”
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All the blood rushed to my toes. Through the thick suit, heavy straps holding me close and pressed to David’s chest, I longed to be able to feel him.
“I said wild and crazy, not deadly and stupid!” I shouted through the rush of the wind pummeling my cheeks. As the door opened before us, I resisted the undeniable urge to look down.
Don’t look down. Don’t do it.
I squeezed my eyes closed.
Behind me, David nudged my head with his chin. “You got past your fear of heights on the cliff.”
“Forty feet’s a lot different than three thousand.”
“Yeah, but now you have a parachute…and me, strapped to your back.”
Skydiving. When he’d grinned, sated from an orgasm and all relaxed beneath me, and I suggested we do something crazy, skydiving had never entered my mind. Apparently David had taken my willingness to jump off a cliff to mean I wanted to kill myself.
Yet somehow I’d gone through the preliminary classes, spent almost an hour jumping off padded walls in the plane’s hangar and learning how to roll to the ground. I had squeezed his hand so harshly while the instructor went over jumping and landing techniques, I’d almost feared I’d broken his hand.
Then I learned that David loved to skydive. He did it several times a year, claiming that the rush of free-falling through the sky at thirty-five hundred feet in the air could put life into perspective when it felt like it was running away from him faster than a speeding train. He’d done it so much, he was actually capable of jumping with me instead of an instructor like the other jumpers in the plane.
It was official.
David was crazy.
My hands wrapped around the straps at my chest and I tugged to ensure they were as tight as possible. The taste of vomit bubbled in my throat and I choked it back. “Oh my God,” I whispered on a chant.
With each rush of my breath, I chanted faster, my heart rate skyrocketing inside me and making my veins boil.
We were next in line; the tandem pair in front of us had already flung themselves out of the door and opened their parachute.
Behind me, David nudged me forward. I focused on looking straight out, at only skyline and thin, hazy clouds. I concentrated on the weight of him behind me, the way one of his hands had been holding onto my hip since we stood for our turn.
“Ready?” he asked, but there wasn’t really time to answer.
“On three!” the instructor called to us.
I closed my eyes, loosened my limbs. There was no backing out now. I’d become as insane as David. I’d surrendered to this craziness hours ago when I agreed to it. He’d barely had to coax me. Just cupped my cheek and whispered and smiled that stupid, sexy grin and promised, “I would never let anything hurt you.”
Through the ringing in my ears, I heard the instructor call out, “One!”
David inched me forward until my toes were at the edge of the plane. I extended my arms and held on to the edges of the doorway like I’d been taught.
“Two!”
“I’ve got you,” David promised.
My grip tightened to the doorway. My other hand clung to my harness.
“Three!”
