Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Somewhere in the recesses at the back of my mind lives the fact that I’m about to do something wrong.
Like have it off with my coworker.
On my boss’s airplane.
While her grandmother has a catnap just outside the bedroom door.
These, by all means, should be hard stops. But one look at Kate’s luminous green eyes and I know I’m about to gladly break every fucking rule in the book.
To hell with it.
I’ve never been one to tiptoe around when I want something. And do I ever fucking want Kate.
Tipping her chin up with my knuckle, I ask, “You’re feeling good?”
She smiles softly. “Better than alright. I think you might be my cure.”
I let my hand fall downward, tracing the tip of my finger through the dip at the base of her throat, down the vee of her sweater. “Take it off.”
She moistens her lips as her fingers work the small seashell buttons on her blue sweater. Inch by inch she reveals the creamy swell of her breasts.
“That swimsuit is gonna be the death of me.”
With a mischievous grin, she drops her sweater back and down her arms.
Wow. Incredible. I force myself to go slowly. To touch her gently when I really want to manhandle her.
Her lips slide apart on a soft moan when I cup the weight of her breast in my palm. The nipple beneath the green fabric is hard as a pearl. I’m in trouble here. Every testosterone producing cell in my body is chugging out the stuff.
As I trace my fingers over her soft skin, she reaches for my fly. I catch her hand. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. As much as I want to bury myself deep inside you right now, it’s wrong for all kinds of reasons.”
Turning that luminous gaze up to me, she says, “You don’t have to tell me. I’m not even sure what I’m doing right now. But I know one thing. I’m on fire.”
Closing my hand over hers, I press her harder against my rock-hard erection. “We should wait. I’m big and we don’t have a lot of time to go slow.” But I do the most foolish thing. I glide my fingers up her thigh. Behind her bikini she’s scorching hot and creamy. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”
The speaker in the corner of the cabin crackles to life. Cole’s voice booms through the room. “Wolf, you’re needed in the cockpit.”
I growl and pinch my eyes shut. “What the fuck?” My breath saws in and out as Kate’s leg trembles against my hand.
I catch her face and turn her toward me for a quick kiss. “Bloody hell. I’d say I’ll be right back, but something must be up.”
Her eyes trace over me, hotly as I pull back.
“This erection is going to be hard to hide.”
She bites her lip. “Sorry. That looks very uncomfortable.”
“You have no idea.”
Kate’s righting her clothes as I shove my throbbing erection around in my trousers. I know this isn’t done. I won’t stop until she’s beneath me, trembling, calling my name. Whether that’s tonight or next week. I will have her.
I curse. Lord help me. I’ve really fucked up now.