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He pulled her already unfastened bra apart, exposing every inch of her chest. She’d always felt her breasts were too big for her body, but the way he was looking at them, Megan thought she might’ve be wrong.
“Gorgeous. My God, you have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen, sweetheart.” Without a word, his mouth came down on her right nipple, sending a shock through her body and a gasp out of her mouth.
His thick, manly lips tightened around the tip of her nipple, delivering a sweet sting that reached all the way down into her pussy. Her clit began to throb.
Scott wanted her. Really wanted her.
Through every fiber of her being, she wanted him, too. She stretched out her hand tentatively, still not quite sure what was typical with this level of intimacy, but she had to touch his ruggedly handsome face. When he nodded his approval, she moved her fingertips to his square jaw. His five-o’clock shadow brushed her flesh, delivering a quick shock that traveled up her arm, down her torso, and parked itself in her clit, pulsating to the very edge of where logic and sanity bordered frenzy and delirium. Cravings that she’d never experienced before rolled through, sweeping away her resistance. She wondered what lay beneath Scott’s shirt, his jeans. He might run circles around a boardroom, but he looked like a man more comfortable in a saddle than in an executive’s chair.
“You want to see my chest, don’t you?”
Like a mentalist, Scott could apparently see into her very thoughts. “Yes. Very much.”
“Fair is fair.” He cupped her breasts in his giant hands and sent her a wicked wink. Then he shed his clothes slowly, certainly for her benefit. She was finding it hard to swallow when he tossed his shirt to the plane’s floor. A sun-soaked, muscled chest and ripped abdomen came into view. “Touch me.”
She obeyed him, running her fingers over his hard flesh.
“Now we’re both bare-chested. Better?”
“Much,” she answered, continuing to caress his upper half’s perfection.
His hands moved down her sides. She loved the feel of his rough fingers on her body. Wherever he touched her, new sensations she’d never felt before sprung up. The man definitely knew his way around a woman’s body, which was quite rewarding to her.
In a flash, he lifted her up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, balancing herself in his hold.
“I don’t know about you, baby, but I want to see more of you. Would you like to see more of me?”
She most definitely did. “Yes. Please. Fair is fair.” She repeated his words.
“There’s a sweet, little vixen inside you, isn’t there, sweetheart?”
She took a deep breath, uncertainty crushing back in. Closing her eyes, she tried to steady herself. Vixen wannabe? Maybe, but definitely not a full-fledged vixen.
“Megan, what’s the matter?” he asked, lowering her to her previous seat.
“I want to do this right, Scott. I want you to be happy with my performance.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Darling, you don’t have to perform anything. I guess it has been a long time since you’ve done this. I told you before, I’m in control, I’m responsible here, not you. Your job is to open yourself up and feel.” He cradled her chin in his hand. “You think you can do that for me?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Yes.”
As his fingertips touched her cheek, she was engulfed in the potency of this moment. Scott was everything she’d ever dreamed of—gentle when she needed him to be, demanding other times, for just the same reason.
He knelt in front of her, his hands on the top of her thighs and his stare intense and locked on her eyes.
It was time to tell him the truth, but once again, before she could, his passionate moves muted her. The latest was the removal of the rest of her clothing, including her panties, which were now the only thing on her, though at her ankles instead of covering her pussy.
Forcing her eyes to remain open, she glanced at the man mere inches from her most intimate flesh.
“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His awestruck words seemed genuine to her. He leaned down, moving his face closer, closer, closer until she could feel his hot, manly breath skate across her damp mound and blast into her clit. Violent tension welled up inside her until she had to bite her lip and grip the armrests of her chair to keep from screaming.
“God, you smell so good,” he said and then painted her abdomen with kisses.
Here. There. Everywhere.
A new bout of shivers, more intense and powerful than any of the earlier ones, rolled through her as his thick, manly lips continued working her over but never moving lower, where she needed them most. He squeezed her thighs, and crazed urges took hold of all of her. She tried to widen her legs in an attempt to invite him down, but he held her in place.
“No you don’t, baby. I’m running this show.”
