Chapter Eight
Elijah
“Dude, are you okay?” Jones, my first officer, asked as we sat in the cockpit, getting ready for takeoff.
I wasn’t aware I was snarling at him until he shot me a very worried look.
Finally, I was able to nod, and thankfully, he let it go but continued to side-eye me.
He was new, and definitely didn’t want to ruffle any feathers or get on anyone’s bad side, so he let it drop—for the moment, anyway.
We still had a long flight ahead of us, although I really couldn’t have cared less about my bad attitude.
Can’t he tell that I feel like I am dying over here?
The all-consuming need to focus on flying was kicking in, especially because it was how I was getting back.
“Just pay attention, Jones. I want to make it home.”
“Hot date?” He tried to break through the obvious chill in the air. When that only caused me to go back to snarling, he quickly went back to the task at hand, thoroughly avoiding me as I mentally prepared myself to address the passengers before takeoff.
After I pulled it together to appear as normal as I could, we got ourselves ready to depart.
I let my muscle memory take over as I got us off the ground and into the sky.
Once we were safely on our trajected path, I did what I did best, and that was to live in my memories until I could make new ones.
I thought I had passed into obsessed territory, because the way I thought of her was all-consuming and constant.
Realistically, it could have been considered a problem.
I had a personality before her, I swear, but now, she was all I saw.
I had spent all of my teenage years and into early adulthood planning to become a pilot.
Hours of training, all-nighters, and study that I still had nightmares about.
I was so singularly focused on my future and career that I had massively miscalculated what it would feel like when I met the one.
The future that had been perfectly laid out disintegrated in seconds.
It went up in smoke the second I saw her. She burned through me with a single handshake that lit fire to my plans, and the dust of it was carried away the first time I heard her laugh.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My heart screamed the second she put her hand in mine.
“Did you say something?” Jones asked, and I realized I must have chanted out loud. A brief look in his general direction, and I knew he would rather be anywhere else but dealing with me.
I shook my head and internally told myself to get it together.
Since we were only halfway through our trip by that point, I went straight back to thinking about Bonnie. See? I was obsessed.
The soft glow of the dimly lit room wrapped around us, and I could hear the gentle trickle of water from the small fountain in the corner.
It mingled with the soft notes of music floating through the air and around us.
I took a deep breath and inhaled subtle hints of lavender and pine, and I instantly committed that smell to memory.
“Is this against some oath?” I murmured to Bonnie as she stood behind me. Her presence alone had goose bumps rising all over my skin, and I couldn’t help but glance back at her because she wasn’t close enough for my liking. My heart stuttered at the sight of her smile, playful and disarming.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice low, hoping to draw her closer.
She nodded. Her eyes sparkled and glowed in the candlelight as she finally stepped closer. Her hands started on my shoulders. The moment her fingers made contact with my skin, a delicious shiver coursed through me.
“Just relax,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, but it sent a thrill racing down my spine.
I leaned forward, surrendering to her touch.
As she continued to work her fingers into my shoulders, I felt the tension start to melt away.
With each stroke, I felt my cock pulsate, and I prayed that I wouldn’t come on the table without her even touching me.
I sighed softly, letting the stress of the day evaporate into the air around us.
It felt so good to let her take care of me, to feel her warmth seeping into my skin.
Her hands traveled lower, exploring the contours of my back, and I closed my eyes, losing myself to the sensations she brought out in me. The world and all of its problems faded away, leaving just Bonnie and me. I could feel my heart continuing to race.
“Elijah,” she breathed, her voice filled with a mixture of wonder and something deeper. “You feel so good.”
I turned my head slightly, a smile creeping onto my lips. “You have no idea how much I needed this,” I admitted, feeling the weight of her words sink into my chest.
She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against the nape of my neck, and I again shivered at her proximity. The air between us seemed to crackle, and I could sense the shift in our dynamic, the sweet and tender intimacy we had started with was blossoming into something more.
As she continued to massage me, her fingers danced lower, teasingly close to the waistband of my briefs.
I could feel my next breath in my throat as it got caught, the heat pooling in my core as I fully surrendered to her touch.
“Bonnie.” My voice was thick and strained.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me. ”
A playful smile coasted over her lips, and I felt a thrill rush through me at her response. “Maybe I do,” she replied as her fingers continued to explore my skin with a delicate touch, but now, there was confidence behind it.
I leaned into her hands, feeling everything. She moved closer, her lips brushing against my ear, sending a wave of warmth coursing through me. “Just let go,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
When I turned to face her, I could see the desire in her eyes, and the air shifted between us. It was as if we were caught in a moment suspended in time. The connection between us was palpable.
“Can I return the favor?” I asked, my voice low and inviting. I wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of her, to reciprocate the tenderness she had shown me.
Bonnie nodded as she took my place on the massage table.
As I took my place beside her, I felt like one of those cartoons, my heart beating out of my chest. I couldn’t help but admire the way her eyes always seemed to sparkle with the emotions she felt.
This time, I could see excitement and arousal.
Her cheeks were stained pink, and her breathing was shallow.
I wanted to make that moment special for her, for us.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked softly as I leaned in closer, my breath brushing against her cheek. She looked up at me, her gaze steady and unwavering, and I could see the trust in her eyes. My heart swelled.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she replied. The sincerity in her words ignited a fire within me.
I took my time, my hands gently tracing her arms, exploring the soft curves of her body.
I wanted to memorize every inch of her, to savor the way she shivered under my touch.
Her skin felt warm and inviting, and I leaned in closer, kissing my way from her shoulder to her neck, where I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips.
“Elijah,” she breathed. The sound of my name on her lips caused my body to shudder almost violently. I paused to collect myself and looked into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. Instead, I found eagerness that mirrored my own.
I lowered my lips to hers, capturing her mouth in a kiss that started off soft and tentative, a delicate exploration of each other’s lips, but quickly deepened as I sucked on her tongue. I felt her fingers weave into my hair as she leaned into me and pulled me completely to her.
It was just us, lost in each other. I wanted to take my time, to savor every moment, but the heat rising between us was undeniable.
I gently pushed her into the soft linens of the massage table, my body hovering over hers as I kissed a path down her neck and gave her collarbone a small bite, relishing in the breathy moan she let out in response.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmured against her skin. My tongue darted out to soothe the spot on her collarbone that had a red stain to it. I needed her to know that her comfort came first.
She nodded in understanding, her pupils blown. “I won’t,” she promised, her voice steady. Her words ignited something primal within me, and I felt my resolve slip away.
With almost a featherlight touch, I began to explore her body, my hands gliding over her curves, tracing the lines that made her uniquely Bonnie.
I took my time, kissing and caressing the woman who haunted my every waking thought, coaxing soft moans from her lips that would be my undoing. I wanted—no, needed—to worship her.
I slid my hands beneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palms. I hesitated for just a moment, and she responded with a soft smile and a nod.
With that, I lifted her shirt, revealing the beauty of her body beneath.
I couldn’t help but bring my fist to my mouth and bite down on my knuckles because Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ.
Every inch of her looked like a masterpiece, and I leaned down, licking and sucking my way across her abdomen, eliciting sweet gasps from her.
I was absolutely captivated by her, how she reacted to my touch and surrendered to the moment.
How I’d never felt more alive than right there, in that moment, watching her come alive under my touch.
As I continued to explore, I felt her hands roaming over my back, pulling me closer yet urging me on at the same time. We were both panting, and I could feel her heartbeat everywhere I touched. It was driving me wild.
“Bonnie.” The longing was clear in my voice. “You’re so beautiful.”