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We taxied along the runway, coming to a stop. She sat completely still, staring straight ahead for a long time after the noise faded to silence. The only sound in the cockpit was that of our breathing before she whispered, “That was amazing.”
“I knew you would love it.” I went about unbuckling myself, more than a little regretful. We would return to the cabin now, and she would pretend none of this ever happened. The fact that I cared was a problem, but there was no denying the twinge in my chest as reality rushed back in.
She hadn’t moved yet. “What’s wrong?” I asked teasingly, reaching over and running my fingers beneath one of the straps across her chest. “Not ready to go back yet? Is your head still in the clouds?”
“Very funny.” Her voice sounded choked, strained by the time I toyed with the buckle in her lap. Was it the aftereffect of flying or the position of my hand so close to her pussy? I felt the effect, too, my dick beginning to thicken as all manner of filthy ideas swirled in my head.
“Let me help you,” I offered, noting the way she tensed when I leaned closer.
“I can do it myself,” she whispered.
“Why take care of yourself when I’m offering my services?” I pressed the button to release the buckle, then pulled the straps away from her when she made no move to do so, as if she were in a trance, watching my every move before lifting her gaze to meet mine.
Something in the way she looked at me, something in those clear, sapphire depths, stole every conscious thought from my mind, replacing it with pure, blind want. Plan or no plan, I had waited long enough.
When she launched herself at me, kneeling on her seat and taking me by the lapels of my coat, it was clear she felt the same.
I thought I knew euphoria. The sense of the inevitable finally coming to pass overwhelmed me when our mouths met, when those pouty lips pressed against mine with the sort of urgency that went straight to my dick, stiffening it almost painfully before I had the chance to sink my hands into her thick and soft hair, I indulged in it as I parted her lips with my tongue.
That wasn’t enough. Weeks of watching her, imagining the body beneath her clothes and how it would respond to my touch, left me greedy. Stroking her tongue with mine, I opened her coat with one hand, testing the fullness of her tits while she moaned helplessly. Firm and heavy, they set off a wave of pure longing that only grew the longer I caressed them. When she covered my hand with hers, I thought she would surely pull it away. Instead, she squeezed, silently urging me on. With a growl, I slippedbeneath her sweater, fingers dancing over her lacy bra, stroking the heaving swells threatening to spill out with every ragged breath she took.
She pulled her mouth away to gulp in some air, moaning again when my lips grazed her jaw, making a path down her throat. Somehow, desperation helped her ease her body over mine in the close quarters of the cockpit until she was snug in my lap and rocking her hips, grinding her pussy against my covered erection.
I had unleashed a beast, one with the power to unlock everything I worked hard to keep hidden from the so-called civilized world. Raking my fingers across her ass cheeks, I pulled her closer, demanding more, while our tongues danced and her breathless moans filled the air. It wasn’t long before I joined her, lost in the taste of her, the smell of her skin, and the sound of her needy groans. I was about to bust through my zipper, but I wouldn’t have pushed her away even to ease the discomfort. I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it when she was so hot and demanding, her fingers twisting in my curls, nails scraping across my scalp until my nerves sizzled.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered close to my ear when I lifted my hips enough to grind against her. When that wasn’t enough, I wedged a hand between us, pressing against her hot, plump mound, teasing the seam I felt so easily through her leggings. “Oh, my God!” she gasped out, throwing her head back and rocking faster.
Until she went stiff, sucking in a pained breath. I stopped nipping her throat long enough to find her covering the top of her head with one hand. “Fuck!” She groaned, rubbing the spot where she had hit the ceiling above us. “Shit, that was stupid.”
“Are you bleeding?” I moved her hand aside, adjusting her head so I could see the top clearly. “No, it doesn’t look like it.”
The moment was over. I had to believe that was for the best, even if my dick did not share the sentiment. The persistent ache and the blue balls I knew would follow left me wishing we could pick up where we stopped. There was no recapturing the sort of rush that made a person throw caution into the wind.
“I guess we had better go back,” she announced without looking at me. It was almost painfully awkward now as she climbed off my lap and opened the door on her side. I touched my head to the back of the seat and sighed as the discomfort of my swollen dick reminded me of what happened when I let myself get caught up in a moment.
I had planned every step so carefully, laying the groundwork always with my goal in mind.
If only I could have planned for her. How much of a struggle it would be to resist her when every part of me demanded I take her and make her mine.
She was waiting for me at the SUV’s passenger side door by the time I climbed out of the cockpit, torn between regret that our moment had ended and intense self-loathing.
Because I would have given anything to take her in my arms again.
9
ARIA
Was there a world record for hiding in bed? If so, I was determined to break it on Saturday morning. Normally, I would have been up with the sun, determined to enjoy every last minute of the trip. It was another gorgeous day, with sunshine reflecting off the snow and filling my room with light. I wanted to be out there.
Some things were more important. Like avoiding Miles. What the hell had I been thinking? One minute, he had landed the plane, and I was fighting to get a handle on the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. The next?
I didn’t want to think about what happened next. Throwing the blanket over my head didn’t help me hide from the memory of how I had humped him like some deranged, horny teenager. The wordembarrasseddidn’t begin to describe the way my soul withered every time I recalled the taste of his lips and the deep, throaty groans that had turned my pussy into a throbbing, wet mess.
And for him.
For him!
Not only my stepbrother but someone I didn’t trust. I had lost sight of that somewhere along the way. It had to be the adrenaline rush. The danger. I was out of my mind with it by the time we landed. All I knew was I wanted to do that again.
