Possessive Parisian Pilot: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 90)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Your woman?”

  “In every way.”

  “Don’t I get a say in this?” I say, ready to stand my ground and show him I have a backbone, before tomorrow comes and he moves me in ways that will have my back arching in ways that might make it seem as if I don’t. I’ve already fantasized about the positions we’ll be in and the way my body will move from his touch, from the feel of him inside me.

  “You do. That’s why I’m telling you now…tonight…to give you time to think on it. I don’t even want a decision now, even if you have the one I need more than anything. I want you to sleep on it and be sure, completely sure because once tomorrow happens there’s no going back, ever. Once you’re mine, you’re mine until the end of time.”

  I nod, feeling the calluses from his hand move across the skin of my chin.

  “You have no idea who hard it is for me to wait until sunrise for your answer…no idea. But that’s exactly what I have to do no matter what. I’m going to lock my door and slide the key out from underneath it so you’re the one who has to let me out of my cage, because if not…I can’t promise I’ll stay in there tonight.”

  “What if I took all your things and left while you're locked in your room.”

  “You already have the most valuable things I have right in the palm of your hand. My trust, my respect, and a complete need to have you in all ways, all the time.”

  My body twitches as I shiver at his words, knowing he means them down to his core.

  “There’s something about me you should know,” I say.

  He says nothing, his dilated pupils moving to my cheeks and then locking back on my eyes.

  “I’ve never been with anyone before,” I say, and I feel his grip tighten on my chin as his whole body jerks and my eyes open wide at what my words do to him. He seems to realize he’s gripping me tighter now and he eases his grip back to where it was. “What happened on the plane was a first for me in any kind of way. You, the moment, everything…it just overtook me. I’m glad it happened but before then…I’d never even been kissed.”

  His body jerks again, but this time he controls it better.

  “That may be hard to believe, but it’s true,” I say.

  “I’ll always believe you. I told you you have my trust and I mean it. I trust you and I believe you…and now I’ve got some news for you that might be hard to believe too.”

  I nod.

  “I’ve never been with a woman, never kissed one either until you. I grew up in foster care and didn’t really care for people at all after being abandoned as a child. That’s one of the reasons I became a pilot. I could just lock myself in my own, tiny, little world up there in the sky and relax, be at peace up in the clouds. That’s why I always arrive for a flight rested and ready, and even when I’m not I still don’t need to sleep on the flight. My goal is always to get the co-pilot out of the cockpit so I can be by myself. At least that was my goal until you.”

  I nod again letting him know I’m following his powerful admission with bated breath.

  “Bringing you into the cockpit seems, on the surface, like some exciting romp and a memory…for someone who doesn’t know the story. What it really signified was bringing you into my own little world, the world I’ve carved out for myself over the years. My safe place, even though that term may sound tired and cliché…but it’s true. It’s the same reason why I eat alone, as Chef Frechon pointed out. It’s how I lived my life, and I was more than happy continuing down that path…until you. And now, just like the famous Robert Frost poem, I come to the fork in the road, but the path less traveled for me is really the path never traveled. But the best part of this fork in the road is I don’t even have a choice. The choice is made in my mind, my body, and right here,” he says placing his other hand on his chest. “I have to be with you. For me it’s not even a question. There is no other way. You will be mine, and now it’s up to you to make sure that’s exactly what you want,” he says, his hand releasing my chin as he leans and my eyes close.

  His lips find my cheek and even though it’s soft and gentle and perfect in so many ways, it’s a complete disappointment.

  Because I want more. I want all of him. I want him now and I know it. I don’t need time to think. I don’t need him to be a gentleman right now. I need him to be that possessive man I’ve seen on more than one occasion already.

  And I know he will be…tomorrow.

  Because I already know my answer.

  I watch as his door shuts and the key slides out from underneath it and across the hardwood floor, just as he said it would.

  I look at the key knowing he may be offering me the literal key to his room, but little does he know he’s already got the key that matters most.

  The one that belongs to my heart.

  And I’ll give that and every other part of me to him tomorrow, just as I know he will do with me.

  And then I’ll truly be his forever…just as he will be mine always.

  CHAPTER 14

  Gabriel

  My eyes slowly open, but the second I realize I’m awake my entire body quickly rolls over onto my side facing the door.

  It’s already open.

  I jump out of bed, having not even slept with so much as a sheet on. That’s what happens when your dreams are filled with the hottest woman on the planet.

  The lack of sleep finally caught up to me and I slept like a rock, but damn did I ever have dreams…and they were all of her, of us.

  The second I step through the doorjamb I see her there sitting on a chair in the hallway, waiting for me.

  “I’m ready…for all of you.”

  I close my eyes and slowly pump my fist. Yeah, I’m the luckiest man who ever walked the face of this earth.

  “Let me shower and then we’re gone.”

  I turn and dart back into my room before darting back out to her, and kissing her hard on the lips.

  “Sorry about the morning breath,” I say as I run back to my room.

  “Didn’t even notice it. And nice tush by the way,” she yells.

  I playfully put my hands on my backside, covering my boxer briefs as I slide down the hall and then turn to slide into my room.

  Not ten minutes later I’m cleaned up, dressed, and we’re out the door.

  We start the greatest day of my life by shopping on the Champs-Élysées, slowly making our way toward the Arc de Triomphe. Just before we reach the famous monument I notice a small shop kind of tucked back inside a small hallway.

  We go inside and I watch as her eyes focus in on a stunning, yet simple, white dress.

  “We’ll take it,” I say without hesitation.

  The clerk comes back with a brand new one in what she hopes will be the right size.

  I stand just outside the changing room, wishing I was in there with her taking in the sight of female perfection, but instead I sneakily reach underneath the changing room door and pull the clothes she wore out.

  “Hey!” she says.

  “It better fit, because you have to wear the dress out now.”

  She doesn’t argue, nor should she because when she steps outside my jaw hits the floor. The only thing that could make it better is if they had seven of these so she could wear it every day of the week. I’d never tire of seeing her in such an innocent, perfect, dress that matches her perfectly. Then again she always looks like a trillion bucks, as the saying goes. Okay, maybe it’s really a million but she’s well beyond any sum of money because she’s absolutely priceless and she’s absolutely mine.

  We grab a taxi and I direct him where to go. I speak as quickly as I can so she can’t make out my words. She knows a bit of French, but I make sure to throw in a lot of slang too.

  Then again I’ve been speaking fast all day today. I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before. I’m walking fast, speaking fast, thinking with a kind of clarity that I’ve never experienced. I guess this is what it’s like to be “in the zone,” and that gives me the confidence t
o do what I considered and now know is a must.

  My confidence is never lacking, but this is something different. This is something that could get me in big trouble, but could also be one of the absolutely most incredible highlights of our life together.

  And just like the high risk high reward scenario at the airport I know you only have one chance in life, and carpe diem dammit. Carpe diem.

  CHAPTER 15

  Marie

  We arrive at a small airport that seems to be a hanger for smaller, personal planes.

  Gabriel pays the taxi driver and helps me out of the cab so quickly I feel like I’m flying already.

  His energy level today is incredible, and mine is the same, partly because I’m feeding off him and partly because I was up early, excited to start the day.

  I slept great because there was never a decision to make. I knew I wanted Gabriel with everything I have and forever, and today is just a small slice of what forever can be like.

  And wow, what a slice it’s been so far.

  He made me feel so beautiful, special, and sexy at the cutest little Parisian clothing store ever. The clerk even whispered in my ear as he was in the other corner of the store looking at other dresses to buy for me. She told me I was lucky and congratulations, but she did it in such a nice way and with a smile on her face. It didn’t make me feel jealous, it made me feel happy. It was like she could see how happy I was, and we were, and it made her feel happy too. The idea that someone can just look at me and feel happy from that really excites me. I like the thought that I can make the world a better place, a friendlier place, just by being me.

  And Gabriel has shown me what “me” really means. I feel like he’s brought me out of my shell and really inspired me, just by listening, caring, and being so obsessed with me. It feels incredible to be loved.

  Wow, there’s the word. Love. It may have happened faster than I ever could have expected or hoped for, but I know that is indeed what’s happened.

  We’ve both fallen in love with each other, and more importantly it’s meant to be and meant to last forever.

  This is so much more than something physical, or the city having an effect on me. It’s him. It’s totally and completely him.

  And when he takes me to a hanger and shows me his personal plane telling me we’re going up in the air in that little thing I feel like I’ve completely lost my mind…because I except without hesitation or reservation.

  “It’s a Cessna two-seater. They had us in mind when they built it,” he says, handing me a set of headphone to communicate.

  “But there are seats in the back,” I say.

  “Those are for the kids.”

  “Whose kids?”

  “Ours,” he says as if it’s the most natural response in the world.

  I’ve barely got the headset on and he’s helping me in the plane like he’s rushing to do as much stuff as possible today. Normally I like to go slow and take my time, but the energy of this day supersedes that and quickly we’re in and taking off.

  The liftoff is definitely a bit terrifying when comparing it to a regular plane, but what a rush.

  I feel my stomach in my throat just before I feel his hand on my thigh.

  “Oh my god, Gabriel! Put that on the wheel.”

  He just winks at me.

  “Don’t you need both hands to fly this thing?” I ask, realizing we’re not exactly flying yet, we’re still lifting off.

  “With you as my co-pilot I don’t need anything else,” he says, taking both hands off the wheel and raising his knees, steering with them instead.

  Well, I guess the saying about never feeling more alive than when you’re staring death in the face is true, but I know Gabriel’s a very experienced pilot and would never risk our lives. We’ve got so much to live for and he loves me too much I know it.

  “Ready to see the city like no one has in a long time?”

  “Oh no. What does that mean?” I ask, not wanting to be a killjoy, but also feeling the adrenaline shoot through me. The man knows how to give me the entire life experience, that is without question.

  “Hold on,” he says, as he banks the plane back towards the city.

  “Are you allowed to fly over the city like this?” I ask as we approach.

  “Nope, but today’s a special day and you only live once,” he says.

  “There’s the Notre-Dame Cathedral,” he says pointing out the window. “And the Musée du Louvre,” he says.

  “Wow,” I say, my mouth hanging open. “It really is breathtaking.”

  “You’re breathtaking,” he says. I turn towards him leaning in for a kiss. The second our lips touch he pulls down the thruster and we ascend.

  “Gabriel!”

  “Hold on, beautiful.”

  Next thing I know we’re going every which way and although I should feel scared those feelings aren’t part of the experience at all.

  The way he’s looping and doing things makes me feel more breathless and weightless than anything.

  He straightens out the plane and reaches his arm over pulling me in close.

  “I told you earlier you only live once.”

  “I remember and I hope that extends beyond today,” I say, joking.

  “What we have extends for eternity, and I want you to be my co-pilot on this crazy little journey called life forever.”

  His other hand reaches around the side of the seat and he pulls out a small, black box, popping the top open with a flick of his thumb.

  “Oh my god!” I say staring at the ring.

  His eyes stay fixed on mine as he sneaks peeks forward too just to make sure everything’s okay.

  “This is as far as I can go by myself…up here in the clouds. I need you to take me the rest of the way. Make my life a heaven on earth. Be mine…forever.”

  An intense feeling of carpe diem combined with the fact I thought this might happen soon, but I never could have guessed this soon or in this way. This is the most original thing and I’m completely blown away…again…by him.

  “Yes!” I say, and he wastes no time taking the ring in his hand and sliding it on my finger.

  I lean in for a kiss and just as our lips touch he turns the wheel sending us into a slow, controlled barrel roll!

  “Wooooo-hooooo!” he yells, and out of the corner of my eye I see us zoom by the Eiffel Tower as we’re spinning, his lips never leaving mine.

  As soon as we straighten out two French fighter jets zoom by before coming up behind us and ordering us to come out of the sky immediately.

  “I guess we’re in trouble,” he says.

  “You’re trouble,” I say.

  “And you’re the light to my darkness, and that’s why we’re the perfect pairing…forever.

  CHAPTER 16

  Marie

  Back at the hangar Gabriel pays a fine for his aerial acrobatics, saying it was the best money he’s ever spent. His private pilot’s license is suspended immediately for thirty days, but miraculously they don’t suspend his commercial license as he has an absolute sparkling record in the sky…apparently as sparkling as the three carats on my finger that I can’t stop staring at.

  “Check this out,” he says, motioning me over to a computer in the hanger.

  He’s downloaded GoPro footage from the flight.

  “You had cameras in the plane?”

  “Of course! I want to relive this moment everyday.”

  “How did you get them in there without me noticing?”

  “I’ve been studying aerial acrobatics my entire professional life. I’ve flown shows…trained and flown with former Blue Angels pilots and the whole nine yards. There’s no way I’d just go up in the sky and act like an idiot, especially with my woman by my side. I’ve executed all those maneuvers thousands of times.”

  “Right next to the Eiffel Tower?”

  “Okay, that was a first…and last, and I’m glad we got to do it together,” he says giving me a kiss.

  “Me too,�
�� I say.

  After a good hour of watching all the angles, laughing, and remembering how scared I was at the beginning and then how perfect things turned out, we agree it’s the best proposal in history…at least to us it is and that’s all that matters.

  He closes the media player and there’s a web browser that’s opened to a French news website. Of course there’s a picture of our plane doing the roll right next to the Eiffel Tower so we click on it, but not before he downloads the picture for our photo album.