Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Audrey
As we pull up to the hangar, I can’t help but gape at the sleek private jet waiting for us on the tarmac. It’s like something out of a movie, all gleaming white and chrome. My heart races with excitement, a giddy smile spreading across my face.
“Business is finally booming, huh, Cohen?” I say jokingly, nudging him with my elbow. The warmth of his body seeps through his shirt, making my skin tingle.
Max makes sure to let everyone in the family know that his company is fucking awesome—his words. I adore my brother, and it makes me happy that he’s doing so well, but can he be less show-offy? I roll my eyes, a fond exasperation washing over me.
“We do well enough,” Liam confirms, a hint of pride in his voice. “Max, Ethan, and Caleb, along with some of our agents, are the ones who use the fleet during missions or to transport clients under their care.”
“And they lent us their toys, huh?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “I’m impressed, since Maxy doesn’t usually share.” I pout playfully, batting my lashes at Liam.
Liam chuckles, the sound low and rich, sending a shiver down my spine. “He’s not the only one who has a say in the company. Actually, I’m in charge of those assholes, so I have more of a say than they do. Although, we’re just using it for the day. It’s faster and less daunting to bring Grandma and Grandpa. We’ll fly Dad and both of them back on Sunday.”
“Would they let us bring it to San Diego?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat at the thought of jetting off with Liam, just the two of us. “This one doesn’t fly to the West Coast. We have a bigger plane for that and I won’t use it for leisure.”
“You’re strict,” I say teasingly.
“I could show you how strict I can be if you want. But just so you know, I’ll fly you first class again when we head back to San Diego, babe,” he says, leaning in close.
His lips brush against mine, a featherlight touch that sends a jolt of electricity through my body. I melt into the kiss, my hands coming up to rest on his chest.
“You’re a smooth operator, Cohen,” I murmur, my voice breathy and low. I gaze up at him through my lashes, a coy smile playing on my lips. “You trying to get me naked again?” I tease, my fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt.
“Is it working?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes my toes curl. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I meet his gaze.
“Maybe,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the roar of the jet engines. “But I’m not that easy to convince.” I bite my lower lip, a thrill of excitement running through me at the heat in his gaze.
Liam grins, his hand finding the small of my back as he guides me toward the steps leading up to the plane. “Challenge accepted,” he says, his touch burning through the thin fabric of my dress .
As we climb the stairs, I can feel the heat of Liam’s body behind me, his presence both comforting and unnerving. My heart races in my chest, my skin tingling with awareness as we step into the plush interior of the jet. The scent of leather and new upholstery fills my nostrils, a tangible reminder of the luxury surrounding us.
“Wow,” I breathe, taking in the leather seats, the polished wood. My eyes widen, my mouth falling open in awe. “This is . . . incredible.”
Liam shrugs, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “It’s not bad,” he says, his tone nonchalant as if it’s not a big deal. He’s such a humble man, I admire him for that.
As we settle into our seats, the flight attendant bustles around us with champagne and snacks. My stomach flutters, and I’m not sure if it’s because we’re about to show Liam’s grandparents we’re in love or the size of the plane.
It’s way too small. If the wind can move a big plane, I can’t imagine what it can do to this one. I grip the armrest, my knuckles turning white as I try to quell the rising panic in my chest.
“Nervous?” Liam reaches out, his hand covering mine, his thumb stroking my knuckles in a soothing gesture.
I wave my other hand, forcing a smile. “Nah.” I lift my flute and take a sip of champagne, the bubbles fizzing on my tongue as I try to shake off the thought. But my hand trembles slightly, betraying my unease.
The pilot’s voice crackles over the intercom, instructing us to buckle our seat belts for takeoff. I fumble with the clasp, my fingers clumsy and shaking. Liam reaches over, his hands steady as he helps me fasten the buckle. His touch lingers, his fingers brushing against my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.
As the jet begins to move, the engines roaring to life, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I close my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm my racing nerves. Suddenly, I feel Liam’s hand on my cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. I open my eyes to find him leaning in close, his lips just inches from mine.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “I’ve got you.” And then he’s kissing me, his lips soft and insistent against my own. I melt into the kiss, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
As the jet ascends, the pressure changing in my ears, I lose myself in the sensation of Liam’s mouth on mine. The world falls away, the fear and anxiety fading into the background as I surrender to the heat of his touch.
When we finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, I can see the desire burning in Liam’s eyes. Trying to calm my beating heart, I finish my champagne. My tongue swipes the excess of liquids from my lips and that’s when I realize Liam’s eyes flashing with unmistakable lust.
He raises his hand to my face, gently swiping his thumb over my lower lip. “I want to eat you.” His voice is rough, lust-filled and charged with promise.
I’m speechless, but honestly, I want to say, No, this time fuck me. Actually, fuck me here. Now.
The intensity in Liam’s eyes is palpable, a raw and desperate desire that ignites a fierce longing within me. I feel the urgent need to fulfill it pulsating through my veins.
Without hesitation, he pulls me into an even more passionate kiss, his strong fingers grasping my hair and tugging at the strands. As our lips meet, an electric current surges between us, igniting a fire within me.
His kiss is all-consuming, as if I am his lifeline and he needs every ounce of my being to survive. I can’t help but moan into his mouth, completely lost in the intoxicating sensation of his touch.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he pants against my neck.
Part of me wants to give in fully to this insatiable need coursing through my veins. But another part holds back, my mind swirling with doubts. We’re in a plane, on our way to see his grandparents. There are people who’ll know and yet, this little piece of information makes me even wetter.
Liam must sense my hesitation. He pulls back slightly, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes me forget how to breathe. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” His thumb strokes my cheek with a tenderness that melts my walls.
I swallow hard, searching for the words. “There’s other people on the plane.”
He grins, as if that makes this even more daring—worth the challenge. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch featherlight yet electrifying. “But this is what makes it fun, the thrill of knowing that if you’re not careful, someone might see you fucking,” he whispers.
His words increase the ache between my legs. Pulling him closer, I lose myself in his embrace, adrenaline pumping inside my veins. “Can you make it so no one will catch us?” I whisper shakily against his lips.
“Only if you’re quiet, baby.”
Liam captures my mouth in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. His hands roam over my body, igniting a trail of flames across my skin. I let out a soft whimper as he nips at my neck, my fingers gripping his hair to keep him close.
With skilled fingers, he helps me unfasten my seat belt and we make our way to the room at the end of the plane. The anticipation is palpable as he closes the door behind us and pushes me against it. Our mouths find each other eagerly, tongues twirling and dancing as we explore each other’s depths.
Liam’s lips leave mine, trailing along my jawline and down my neck. I can feel his warm breath on my skin as he pulls my dress up, exposing more of my body. In a frenzy, I strip off his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
“God, you’re already so wet,” Liam growls as he slides my panties down and shoves them into his jeans pocket. He easily lowers the straps of my dress, baring me completely to him. The fabric falls to the ground at our feet.
He captures one of my aching nipples between his lips, nibbling and sucking with just the right amount of pressure. A low moan escapes me as the throbbing need in my core grows hotter with every skilled movement of his mouth.
Liam’s eyes blaze with primal desire, spurring me on. I tug frantically at his belt, finally unbuckling it before flicking open the button and dragging down his zipper. This time I don’t just want his wicked mouth—I crave him buried deep inside me.
To my surprise, he’s not wearing any underwear. His thick length springs free, flushed, and pulsing with arousal. I wrap my hand around the veiny, velvety steel, stroking him firmly. A guttural groan rumbles in his chest as I brush the pad of my thumb over the weeping tip.
He hisses sharply as I squeeze his rigid length. Then Liam’s hand delves between my thighs, his calloused fingers finding my molten core. I whimper at the first stroke over my sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure zinging through me.
“So wet for me, baby,” he rasps against my lips, swallowing my moans with his wicked mouth.
I grip his broad shoulders as he continues to lazily circle my throbbing bud, teasing me mercilessly. The slow buildup has my hips shamelessly chasing his touch, desperate for more friction. When he finally sinks two thick digits inside my clenching channel, I cry out at the delicious fullness.
“Yes . . . oh God, Liam. Fuck me.”
He starts pumping them in a torturously languid rhythm, curling them to massage that magic spot that has my vision whiting out from sheer bliss. I rake my nails down his back, drunk on the sensations he’s evoking with just his talented hands.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, that sinful mouth curving into a wicked grin against the hollow of my throat. “Tell me how badly you need me.”
All I can do is keen shamelessly as he ups the tempo, his thumb joining the sweet torment to swipe over my throbbing pearl. The room fills with my frantic whimpers and the depraved sounds of his fingers thrusting over and over into my soaked heat. I’m rapidly hurtling toward ecstasy.
“Please, Liam,” I beg breathlessly. “I need you inside me now. I can’t wait any longer for you to fuck me.”
Liam’s eyes darken with lust as he watches me writhe and beg. Without a word, he pulls his fingers from my weeping heat. He rolls a condom over his hard cock before gripping my hips, lifting me up to straddle him—my core throbs with anticipation as I align myself over his rock-hard length.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he orders. And with a sharp thrust of his hips, Liam sinks deep inside me, filling me. We both groan at the sensation, lost in the pleasure of our bodies joining in perfect harmony. I wrap my arms around his neck and ride him feverishly, desperate for release.
He meets every one of my thrusts with one of his own, driving us both closer and closer to the edge. Our moans fill the room as we chase that elusive peak together.
“Liam . . . Yes . . .” I cry out as he hits that spot deep inside me, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my entire body.
“Scream for me, baby,” he grunts, gripping my hips tighter and increasing the pace.
I can feel the coil in my stomach tightening with each thrust until it snaps tightly. Waves of intense pleasure crash over me as I shatter into a million pieces, crying out Liam’s name over and over again.
He follows soon after with a guttural groan. We cling to each other as our bodies come down from their high, breathless and sated.
Liam takes a seat on the bed, settling me onto his lap so we’re chest to chest. We stay like that for a long time, simply enjoying the closeness and intimacy of being intertwined in each other’s arms.
Finally breaking the silence, Liam brushes a lock of hair away from my face and murmurs against my lips, “You’re fucking amazing, Audrey.”
Somehow those words feel enough, but not what he really wants to say. I don’t want to make this awkward or have a heart to heart.
That’s when I decide to pin that for later and I just smile softly at him before capturing his lips in another tender kiss. Pulling back slightly, I whisper, “You’re amazing too, Lee.”