Chapter Two #3
With a muffled growl he suddenly stood. ‘You want me to box?’
‘Immediately.’
He grasped her waist hard and lifted her. She hooked both legs around his hips, moaning at the smooth, ravenous drag of his lips up her neck as he pinned her between him and the wall. For once, she loved her petite stature because being at his mercy like this was pure heaven.
‘Don’t lose grip,’ he murmured.
‘I won’t.’
She caressed his steely body, savouring the flinch and flex of straining muscle. She palmed up his chest to his shoulders, curling her hands over them to hang on. As he lifted her an inch higher against the wall, she braced. For a moment their hot breath mingled, then their bodies collided. Hard.
‘Oh!’ she gasped, her muscles becoming like a vise as he surged into her.
He tensed and she muttered helplessly, ‘It’s been so long.’
‘Same,’ he whispered, shuddering as she gripped him. ‘Feels good.’
‘Yes.’
She sank into his kiss for only seconds before tearing her mouth free to sigh as he filled her.
His possession was total, his pace fast, pushing closer and harder and giving her everything, utterly everything she wanted with rough rolls of his entire body.
Electricity arced, energising them both as they became a slick, hot mass of locked limbs and desperate drive pulsing in the secret, dark heat.
She didn’t care about anything else but this—would burn all the fuel in the world to find more of this pleasure with him.
Everything escalated—accelerated—she stifled her screams against his shoulder as he unleashed on her, his hips pumping, pulling her into his fiery passion until she seized in a final moment of suspension before falling apart completely.
With a final thrust, he muffled his raw growl against her neck and finished a hundredth of a second after her.
Lily kept her arms and legs locked around him as best she could given their trembling; kept her face buried in his shoulder.
Flickers of unbearable ecstasy rippled relentlessly through every cell but slowly she became aware of gentle strokes—slow hands soothing her oversensitive skin; soft kisses silencing jangling nerves.
It was the most tender cool-down lap of her life and suddenly she wanted—
‘Buckle up. We’re landing in five.’ The voice burst through the intercom with a loud crackle.
Shock snuffed Lily’s hazy, heated bliss and the yearning resurging within her.
He quickly—carefully—lowered her to her feet and they stumbled apart.
Mortified, Lily untangled her jeans, desperately searched out her panties and squashed them into her pocket and shoved her feet back into her trainers.
She fell back into her seat and fastened the lap belt, beyond grateful for the lack of light.
Tension-filled stillness smashed that warm dream world.
She didn’t know what to say, so she was silent. He was quiet, too.
The noise of the descent and landing prevented conversation anyway.
Or that was what she told herself. Honestly, she was still trying to process what had just happened.
That searingly intimate moment had been so quick, so intense.
So perfect. The problem was she already was yearning for a repeat, only his current vibe suggested this was definitely a one and done.
Her first such event. Casual hook-ups might be common for him, but she was a complete novice.
She tried to gather her scattered wits. Sure, they’d shared banter and chemistry.
Sure, he’d given her the most amazing sexual experience of her life, but it only felt this soul-shatteringly important because she’d not had that many such experiences, right?
Because she’d been lonely after a massive week.
As the plane taxied to the terminal, the lights flickered on. She was determined to keep her dignity. Definitely not make a fool of herself by asking him on a date. Given he’d put his cap back on and was angled away from her, she already knew what the answer would be.
So she would make a quick escape now. But the second the plane stopped he was out of his seat, his satchel slung over his shoulder. He clearly wanted a quick exit, too. Only he then picked up her duffel bag.
‘I can manage it,’ Lily said.
‘I know.’ He’d tugged his cap low again and didn’t let go of her bag. She followed him down to the door. He tilted his head to one side, then the other, stretching the sides of his neck.
‘That shouldn’t have happened,’ he muttered.
Lily dropped her gaze, stupidly hurt that he regretted it.
He cleared his throat. ‘I’m so—’
‘Don’t apologise,’ she interrupted swiftly. She’d liked it. Too much.
‘But—’
‘Please.’ She slammed her cap on her head. It was perfect to avoid looking into his eyes. She stepped forward to disembark ahead of him. ‘It’s no big deal.’
But she was stung. That had been the most amazing—admittedly insane, but most amazing—moment of her life.
Sex life, not entire life. And at the time she’d been pretty sure he’d been into it so his backpedalling now was both mortifying and annoying.
She heard him draw breath but swiftly moved the second the door opened.
She didn’t want to listen—didn’t want this to be made worse.
There was no air bridge, just a steep staircase down to the tarmac and a painted line leading to the terminal. The grey drizzle dampened her already deflated mood.
‘But—’
‘Just forget about it.’ She hurried to the bottom of the stairs.
‘Forget?’ Right behind her, his low voice turned harsh. ‘How the hell am I ever going to forget that?’