“Hello!” the stewardess intervenes. “So sorry to interrupt. My name is Bea, and I look forward to taking care of you both tonight.”
Bea rakes her gaze across my body, confirming the suggestive way she said that last bit was intentional.
Taken aback at her forwardness, I say nothing and observe her with curiosity, studying her mannerisms.
From a few steps away, Raina clears her throat loudly. My gaze snaps to hers, as does our stewardess, and instantly I see the fire in her eyes. A small smile plays at my lips, and I try to hide it by covering it with my fist.
“Thank you, Bea. We shouldn’t need much. Does this plane have a bedroom?” Raina asks, and I choke back a laugh.
Claws are out, I see.
“It does.” Bea drops her gaze to the floor. She’s embarrassed. Perhaps the suggestionwasn’tintentional. “Just up ahead.”
“That’s great, thanks,” Raina says, with a small hint of attitude behind her fake smile.
“Can I offer you any beverages? The pilot is already preparing for takeoff and we should be in the air within the next ten minutes.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, thank you. We’ll be retiring early.” Grabbing Raina's hand, I lead her to where Bea said the bedroom is, and the moment the door shuts behind us, I spin her and push her against it.
Nuzzling her cheek with the side of my nose, I purr, “Jealous?”
“Maybe.”
“You don’t have to be.”
She presses her palm into my chest and side steps out of my grasp. “Don’t I, though?”
I rub my jaw. “What do you mean?”
Giving me her back, she crosses her arms over her chest, looking at the bed. “My Rolodex is longer than my little black book,” she mocks, repeating my earlier words from dinner.
I’d meant it in a comical way—stating that I had an overflowing client list and business is booming, both of which I am very grateful for. Maybe making a joke of it wasn’t the best idea, but I don’t even have a little black book.
“Raina—” I reach for her, brushing my knuckles against her shoulder. “I was joking.”
Turning to face me, she gives me a tight smile. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m overreacting.”
Rubbing my hands up and down her arms, I dip my head so she’s forced to look in my eyes. “If it bothered you, then I’m sorry. I was trying to be funny when conveying that business is great right now. I don’t actually have a little black book. That’s Sully-level.”
She laughs at the mention of Sully. “It just stung, I guess. Remember, I’m the girl who’s had a painfully embarrassing crush on you for entirely too long, and now?—”
Catching her lips with mine, I silence her with a kiss. She tilts her head, and I grab the side of her face, deepening it. Raina melts in my arms as she whimpers, and I practically feel the tension float out of her.
Sweeping her hair from her shoulders, I skim my fingers along her back to find the zipper of her dress and pull it down until her skin is fully exposed. Bringing both arms around her, my hands explore her body as she gently wiggles so the dress falls to the floor.
Breaking the kiss, I float my eyes down the front of her and audibly groan at the black lace bra and panty set—and those fucking thigh-high boots.
Fusing my mouth to hers again, I lightly push into her stomach with the tips of my fingers to guide her to the bed.When her calves hit the back of the mattress, my knee finds its home between her legs, and she begins unbuttoning my shirt.
Our kiss intensifies, her fingers curling around the fabric, pulling it out of my slacks, then pushing it off my shoulders. It lands behind me silently, and I make quick work of my belt.
Soft moans float past Raina’s lips and into my mouth, and the vibration from her vocal chords sends a caressing wave of tingles through my body.
The second my pants and briefs join my shirt, we break apart, both breathless as I stand to finish removing my clothes and hers.
It’s at that moment we hear the hum of the plane's engines grow louder, and Raina gasps when she realizes we’re taxiing on the runway.
