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Anna touched the tip of her tongue to her lips. “Hello,” she whispered back.
His arms tightened around her. He turned his face, brought his lips against her palm in a soft kiss.
She heard a sound. Low, urgent …
The sound had come from her.
“I dreamed I was holding you,” he said. His teeth fastened lightly in the tender flesh at the base of her thumb. “And then I awoke, and you were in my arms.”
A tremor went through her. Or perhaps through him. She couldn’t tell. And it didn’t matter. The excitement growing within her was growing within him, too. His heartbeat had quickened. And when she shifted her weight, when she shifted her weight …
Yes. Oh, yes.
He was hard. Fully aroused. And she—dear God, she was, too. She could feel her breasts lift, her nipples bud. And she was wet. So wet …
He kissed her mouth. Her lips parted against his. He groaned; his teeth fastened lightly in the tender flesh of her bottom lip, his tongue stroked across the tiny, exquisite wound and Anna gave a soft, pleading cry.
He murmured something in Italian. She didn’t understand the words but she’d have had to be a fool not to understand their meaning.
His fingers tangled in her hair. Drew her head back. She could barely see his face in the dim light, but what she could see thrilled her—those dark eyes, the bones etched hard and harsh beneath his skin.
“You are playing with fire, cara,” he said thickly.
Anna cupped her hand around the back of his head. “I like fire,” she whispered.
“So do I.” His voice was low, rough, as hot as his skin.
She brought his head down to hers, brushed her lips over his.
“I wanted you long before this,” he said. “I wanted you hours ago, back in that lounge.”
Anna trembled. Ran her fingers into his hair. It had been the same for her. That was why she’d argued with him. Fought with him. Because she had wanted him. Wanted this. His heat. His embrace. His strength …
She cried out as his hand slipped under her suit jacket. Under her blouse. Found her breast, cupped it over her silky bra, and she would have cried out again but he captured her lips with his, shaped her lips with his, slipped his tongue inside her mouth and claimed her with a slow, deep, kiss.
His thumb swept over her nipple.
She gasped, arched against him, felt her nipple bead and press blindly against his hand.
Please, Anna thought, please …
Draco gave a low growl.
He shifted the woman against him, raised her leg, brought it over his hip and pressed his aroused flesh against her.
Now, he thought, now …
The cabin lights winked on.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be serving breakfast in just a few minutes ….”
The woman in his arms froze. Her eyes flew open, blurred with passion and then with shock.
Cristo, he was having difficulty grasping the facts himself. What had happened—what had almost happened …
Impossible.
He’d had sex on planes before. That was one of the perks of owning a private jet, but sex, or the closest thing to it, in a plane filled with people?
