Chapter 21
ASPEN
We kissed. And we kissed.
And I ended up in his lap, my knees on either side of his hips.
His hands were on my bare thighs slowly working their way higher.
“Luke, the flight attendant,” I reminded as I tilted my head to the side as he nibbled his way along my jaw and down my neck.
“She’s up front.”
“Let’s go in the bathroom.”
He let his head fall back against the seat. “Have you ever been in an airplane bathroom before?”
I rolled my eyes as I studied him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips all shiny from kissing. His eyes were heated. Needy. So were his hands as they crept up so the tips of his fingers brushed my panties.
I covered his hands with mine, the cotton of my dress between them.
“Yes.”
“Then you have to know we’d never fit. You’ll ride me just like this.”
I glanced over my shoulder, but the plane was empty. I hadn’t seen the flight attendant since before takeoff.
“She’ll stay in the galley.”
“How do you know?”
“Because she expressly said she’d stay there unless we pushed the button.”
He pointed over our heads.
“You think I want to share you with others?” he added.
I bit my lip, and he used his thumb to tug it free. “Everything about you is all mine. I don’t share, pretty girl. Your kisses. Those hard nipples poking against your dress.”
My head tipped down. Shit, they were poking out as if it was freezing instead of overly warm. Both of his hands were back on my thighs beneath my dress, his forearms sliding it up.
His gaze snared mine.
“Your whimpers and moans, too. You’re a noisy girl when you come for me. Think you can be quiet?”
When his fingers slid over my pussy, I stifled a whimper.
“Good girl.”
One more brush over my sensitive bits, and then his hands were on my hips and lifted me to stand between his parted knees. “Panties. Off.”
Commanding Luke was hot. Did I want this? Oh yes, I did. My inner Mallory voice was saying GO FOR IT!
Reaching beneath my dress, I shimmied my panties down, then lifted one foot and then the other to remove them.
He took them from me and tucked them in his pocket as if I were a maiden offering a handkerchief as a token to a knight going to battle.
Only way sexier.
“Take me out.”
Setting one knee on the seat beside him, I was close enough to undo his jeans and slide the zipper down. He helped by lifting his hips to push the material down enough for him to spring free.
It had been dark in the hotel room and while I’d felt every naked inch of him, I hadn’t seen his dick all that clearly.
Now I did.
I saw every thick inch, every throbbing vein, the wide crown, the fluid that beaded at the tip. He must’ve grabbed his wallet because he pulled a condom out then tossed it aside.
He held it for me.
I ripped the foil open and gripped him at the base.
He hissed and his hips jerked.
I looked at him through my lashes. His lips were parted, his breathing ragged.
Then I worked the condom down. Down. Down. DOWN.
Holy hell, he was big.
Before I could gasp, he tugged me onto his lap, one hand on the back of my neck in a possessive gesture. It felt like he was barely leashed.
“Your pussy all wet for me?”
I nodded.
“Let’s find out.” His hands went to the hem of my t-shirt dress and lifted it. “Hold this up for me.”
I took it from him and held the cotton in my fingers.
“Higher. Higher. Show me that pussy. Yes, good girl.”
When his hand cupped me, I startled. When his fingers slipped inside, I writhed.
“So wet. Naughty girl.”
“Luke,” I whispered.
“Raise that dress up higher, tiger. Then I’ll fuck you.”
I pulled it right on up and he groaned.
He slipped from me and grasped my thighs, slick fingers smearing over my skin.
Then he settled me right down on him. One slow inch at a time.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, rolling my hips.
“Now ride your cowboy.”
I realized my eyes were closed. My lazy lids fluttered open.
I let go of the dress and set my hands on the top of Luke’s seat on either side of his head.
Then I started to move.