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Authors: Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott
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his gaze squarely, warming under the love and desire in his golden eyes. It was like being stationed directly beneath a heat lamp and basking in its glow. “I want you. Always.”
He slipped his fingers out of her and crawled up her body to fist both hands in her hair. “Right answer,” he murmured, widening her thighs and settling the heavy weight of his length between them, flush with her center. It took everything she possessed not to wiggle closer to take him inside. “Almost as much as I want you.”
His mouth came down hard on hers, his lips smeared with her taste, and his hips lifted, making her brace for what was next. That first blissful blast of pressure, opening her up—
The plane jolted, hard. Once, twice. She gasped and lifted her head, bumping into his nose. He grunted and rolled off her, looking around bewilderedly as the plane continued to shimmy and heave. “Usually the earth doesn’t move before I come,” he muttered as she struggled to get the covers over her naked body.
A crackle and hiss of static popped across the loudspeaker. “Just a little turbulence, folks. Sorry about that. Looks like there’s some severe storms in New York and we may have to divert to another airport.”
Nick groaned. “Can’t I fuck before I die?”
“Shh!” She laughed, shoving him in the shoulder.
“We recommend you take your seats and put on your seatbelts, just as an extra added precaution. As soon as it’s safe to walk around, we’ll let you know.”
Nick wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a rough kiss. “You’ll fucking sit on my lap with no panties on, so I can slide in the minute he says go.”
She wanted to act affronted at his caveman tactics. The tingle and pound of her clit proved she had no such boundaries left.
He’d left them in flames many months ago.
“Maybe.” She rolled out of bed and picked up her clothes. “We’ll negotiate,” she said silkily, pulling on her top sans bra—and her skirt sans panties. “I’ll skip the underwear and next time, you’ll skip the foreplay. Just fuck me.”
“That’s what you call negotiation? Sounds like a win-win to me.” He climbed out of bed and joined her to get dressed. He pulled on his shirt then leaned closer to nibble her neck. “Think I’ll just keep my fingers inside you the whole time, just to make sure you stay warmed up for me.”
She gripped his arm as the plane bucked again. He caught hold of her hips, holding her close while she pressed her face into his neck. For a second, it wasn’t just a little bit of air disturbance. Fear wound around her throat and she couldn’t find her voice. All she could do was hold on to him and know he was holding her back.
“Let’s get to our seats,” he said against her hair. From his hushed tone, she could tell he was unnerved too, though he would never say.
He would always be strong and protect her—whether or not she needed it. Anyone who didn’t know him the way she did would’ve laughed at her assessment, but it was sterling truth. The man he was when they were alone made her longing for something more permanent between them that much more acute.
Now simply wasn’t the time to think of any of that. All that mattered was getting through the next few minutes.
He laced his fingers through hers and they made their way back to their seats, stopping every few seconds to grab hold of the wall or the back of a chair. The second she was seated, he fumbled her belt into place before he dealt with his own. While he was bent over her, she caught his face in her hands and gave him a hard kiss. “I’ve got it.”
Ignoring her, he didn’t move back until she was safely belted in. He fell back into his own seat and put on his belt with a lot less haste than he’d shown with hers.
As the plane began to jostle and jolt once again, he extended his hand across the small space that separated them. Too much. She wanted to be in his lap, her arms around his neck, his cock
He slipped his fingers out of her and crawled up her body to fist both hands in her hair. “Right answer,” he murmured, widening her thighs and settling the heavy weight of his length between them, flush with her center. It took everything she possessed not to wiggle closer to take him inside. “Almost as much as I want you.”
His mouth came down hard on hers, his lips smeared with her taste, and his hips lifted, making her brace for what was next. That first blissful blast of pressure, opening her up—
The plane jolted, hard. Once, twice. She gasped and lifted her head, bumping into his nose. He grunted and rolled off her, looking around bewilderedly as the plane continued to shimmy and heave. “Usually the earth doesn’t move before I come,” he muttered as she struggled to get the covers over her naked body.
A crackle and hiss of static popped across the loudspeaker. “Just a little turbulence, folks. Sorry about that. Looks like there’s some severe storms in New York and we may have to divert to another airport.”
Nick groaned. “Can’t I fuck before I die?”
“Shh!” She laughed, shoving him in the shoulder.
“We recommend you take your seats and put on your seatbelts, just as an extra added precaution. As soon as it’s safe to walk around, we’ll let you know.”
Nick wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a rough kiss. “You’ll fucking sit on my lap with no panties on, so I can slide in the minute he says go.”
She wanted to act affronted at his caveman tactics. The tingle and pound of her clit proved she had no such boundaries left.
He’d left them in flames many months ago.
“Maybe.” She rolled out of bed and picked up her clothes. “We’ll negotiate,” she said silkily, pulling on her top sans bra—and her skirt sans panties. “I’ll skip the underwear and next time, you’ll skip the foreplay. Just fuck me.”
“That’s what you call negotiation? Sounds like a win-win to me.” He climbed out of bed and joined her to get dressed. He pulled on his shirt then leaned closer to nibble her neck. “Think I’ll just keep my fingers inside you the whole time, just to make sure you stay warmed up for me.”
She gripped his arm as the plane bucked again. He caught hold of her hips, holding her close while she pressed her face into his neck. For a second, it wasn’t just a little bit of air disturbance. Fear wound around her throat and she couldn’t find her voice. All she could do was hold on to him and know he was holding her back.
“Let’s get to our seats,” he said against her hair. From his hushed tone, she could tell he was unnerved too, though he would never say.
He would always be strong and protect her—whether or not she needed it. Anyone who didn’t know him the way she did would’ve laughed at her assessment, but it was sterling truth. The man he was when they were alone made her longing for something more permanent between them that much more acute.
Now simply wasn’t the time to think of any of that. All that mattered was getting through the next few minutes.
He laced his fingers through hers and they made their way back to their seats, stopping every few seconds to grab hold of the wall or the back of a chair. The second she was seated, he fumbled her belt into place before he dealt with his own. While he was bent over her, she caught his face in her hands and gave him a hard kiss. “I’ve got it.”
Ignoring her, he didn’t move back until she was safely belted in. He fell back into his own seat and put on his belt with a lot less haste than he’d shown with hers.
As the plane began to jostle and jolt once again, he extended his hand across the small space that separated them. Too much. She wanted to be in his lap, her arms around his neck, his cock
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