Turbulence
Stretched out side by side, with a divider between them, Dani was bored.
Nico had fallen asleep after they’d watched his favorite Italian movie together, Cinema Paradiso, followed up by a new film neither had seen, The Hummingbird.
She was secretly psyched that he loved those types of movies in addition to the ones with the explosions and chase scenes.
After the more serious high-brow films, they argued over which gangster film was better: Godfather, Goodfellas, Casino, or The Departed.
“If you vote for Casino, we can’t be friends anymore,” Nico had warned, so of course that’s what she chose, even if the real answer was Goodfellas like him.
The attendants were blessedly occupied somewhere else, hopefully not keeping an eye on the somnolent space. She took a drink of water, her head struggling to stay clear between the complimentary champagne and the dry cabin air.
Nico hadn’t moved in about a half hour, maybe forty-five minutes.
She’d teasingly asked if he was going to sleep with the hat, but he took it off with a glare.
Now his thick dark hair tempted her to reach over and touch it, but she didn’t dare wake him up.
He stayed still through the occasional dip and shake of the plane when it encountered pockets of air.
There was an occasional whisper that floated back from the honeymooning couple that was growing louder.
She glanced over at Nico to see if he was still sleeping.
Her thighs shifted as she looked at him.
Her panties had been soaked pretty much since she’d walked into the waiting lounge and saw Nico there waiting for her.
Yes, it was playing a dangerous game, saying the things she’d said during that fraught conversation, the air vibrating with fantastically high tension.
His sage-and-saltwater scent had washed into her body when she’d sat down next to him, and it had responded automatically; there’d been no stopping it.
She didn’t like that he made her feel helplessly drawn to him—that she’d fallen so easily into that effortless back-and-forth, their verbal sparring like oxygen to the flame that was already smoldering.
This is precisely why she’d brought the vibrator in her purse.
Because she was already too turned on by him during those phone calls and video chats from an entire borough away.
Yes, he was hot even when wearing that fucking lid in his house while they talked.
Like everything else about him, it had become endearing.
Dani wasn’t blind. She tried to pretend his attraction to her at the diner was all in her imagination, but the night at her house had made it obvious.
His constantly touching her, and the way he couldn’t tear his eyes from her lips when he spoke to her had been clues.
That kiss had confirmed it despite his claim that he was acting.
But Nico’s responses, like hers, were merely the normal, basic need of a healthy human to fuck.
It wasn’t an open invitation to attempt anything when they had an agreement that they wouldn’t.
It had ticked her off to be reminded of it, but Nico had been right; he’d never once said he wanted anything from her but companionship and a few laughs on this trip.
She’d make herself look messy and desperate if she tried to take it further, so she fully intended to take care of her urges by herself, in her own bedroom at the villa. But she might have to start with her vibrator in the plane’s bathroom to take the edge off before they could get there.
Dani sat up, looking around at the other passengers.
She couldn’t see the businessman. The woman was sleeping.
The couple, though…yes, she was sure of it.
They were fucking. The woman was bouncing up and down, her head rising and falling, her fingers gripping the top of the so-called privacy wall.
The occasional groan slipped through, becoming more frequent as she watched; they obviously didn’t give a fuck who might see.
Damn, she felt creepy watching them, but it was too hot to ignore.
Her pussy pulsed, and her nipples hardened.
She reached to get the lipstick vibrator from her kit and was about to leave for the bathroom when she checked on Nico once more.
It took a second for her to register that he’d opened his eyes and was staring at her.
Dani froze. Most of him was in shadow, but his eyes seemed darker.
“Where you headed with that?” he asked, pointing at her hand with his chin.
“Using the bathroom,” she whispered back.
Involuntarily, her head turned when the man groaned. Nico sat up, his blanket falling down to his lap. His eyebrows rose once at the sight of the couple, then lowered.
“Wow. They’re really goin’ at it. Fuck,” he said, his voice thickened.
He looked at her, a struggle visible on his features even in this low lighting.
“You’re supposed to be the risk-taker. Are you already a member of the Mile High Club?
” Clearly, he must have meant that sarcastically, but he wasn’t smirking at her.
“Are you making fun of me?” she asked softly.
“It’s a serious question. You’re the adventurous one. That thing in your hand is a cheat. It won’t get you into the club if you’re not already a member.”
His dark stare was sleepy with lust. She wished she could look away, but it was impossible. Her legs shifted. A sort of madness came over her, no other way to explain it. She wanted, more than she’d wanted anything in her life, to accept the challenge in that blue-black gaze.
“I’m not a member, but I bet you aren’t either.” Her voice was unsteady, and he audibly swallowed.
“I’m not. I’ll bet you’re too scared to join.”
“I’m not scared.” Dani licked her lips, although her mouth was no longer dry. Like her pussy was the opposite of dry at the naked desire on his face. “You’re the one who talks the most shit.”
“Really? Let’s find out if I’m full of shit or not.”
Nico leaned over the border between them, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against hers.
It was light, the barest of pressure, but need rocked through her at that simple contact, the delicious taste of him.
His mouth touched hers again, moving over hers in leisure, taking more of her lips and sliding in an exploring tongue.
When he pulled away and lay back down on his side, she was breathless with wanting more.
Nico tunneled under her blanket. She exhaled as his fingers made contact with the skin of her chest, then trailed down till he palmed her breast. He squeezed the nipple through her clothes, and it felt so good, the air rushed out of her.
His heat, his expert fingers that rubbed light circles over her nipple till it stiffened, made her pussy throb hard.
He ran his hand over the short distance to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, and she reached out too, under that highway he’d created, to gently rake her fingernails across the nipples she’d seen through his tee shirt.
He hissed; the air conditioning and the engines, smooth as they were, muffled any groan he might have made when she reached lower to squeeze his cock through his sweatpants, once, then held it without stroking, enjoying the thickness and length of him against her palm.
“Meet me in the bathroom unless you’re vanilla and want to stop.”
He pushed back his cover, and before she could argue with him about this reckless shit, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and disappeared to the bathroom, which was right behind their row.
Fuck it, why not?
The bouncing of the other couple with almost total abandon, the woman’s head thrown back, and her upturned face contorted in ecstasy, was too much for her. Her flat-out insane lust for Nico spurred her to get out of her own bed and into the bathroom where he waited with the door cracked slightly.
He pulled her in immediately, shut the door, and locked it so the “occupied” sign appeared.
“I thought we agreed we weren’t fucking in Naples,” Dani said, her gaze on his mouth, then on his stomach as he pulled up his tee shirt to reveal chiseled abs and a broad, firm chest.
She laughed at how ridiculously cut he was under all those tee shirts and sweats—how beautifully male, a sculptor’s fever dream.
The flame of his silver medallion glinted in her eyes, blinding her to anything but him.
His cock bobbed against his pants. The desire to please that cock—to please him—spiraled that much further beyond her control as she stared into eyes with irises gone wide.
“This isn’t Naples, smart-ass. Contract’s no good over international waters. Anything goes out here.”
Nico cupped her face and pulled her flush against him, then pressed his lips against hers, open and hot.
The contact of their bodies at the same time made them shudder, weeks of longing finally flowering into a hot, dizzying reality.
Then his mouth moved faster against hers, hungry, licking and sucking on her lips before slipping a tongue inside with a moan that was part greed, part relief.
It was the way he held her by her face that got to her, his thumbs tracing her temples.
The way his fingers sank into the grooves between her braids, cradling her as though she was made of something infinitely precious.
“Fuck, you’re a good kisser.”
He mumbled it against her mouth, then took more, gave more, until abruptly, he pulled away, burying his face in the hollow between her neck and her shoulder.
He planted a kiss there that burned and made her rise on her tiptoes, grabbing his hips and pulling him into the triangle between her track pants.