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"Hush now," he coos, his gaze is full of... love. My heart lifts. "That's all in the past."
We ride for a few moments without saying anything. I put my head back on his chest and he sighs, holding me.
Then I look up at him again. "I can't believe you met my grandmother!" I shake my head and laugh.
"It’s a Christmas miracle," he says and laughs with me. "I was rushing to catch my plane and her wheelchair was stuck on the tram so I ran back to help her."
"Sounds like her. And you."
The car stops and I see we've pulled up next to a private jet. I scramble off Adam's lap and he lowers the privacy glass. "Thank you, Mel."
We get out of the car and Mel rolls his window down. "Good luck to you, both," he says. I've known Mel for years, he's been Grandma's driver and all-around assistant for a long time. Suddenly I'm filled with nostalgia, and I reach in the window and give him a hug.
"Thanks, Mel. For everything."
He simply smiles and says, "Merry Christmas, Kit. Adam." He glances at the plane and then his watch. "I'd best get back and retrieve your grandmother. No doubt she's worn out her welcome by now." There's a twinkle in his eye and I can't help but laugh myself. We left the house in an uproar and I'm sure I'll hear about it soon enough but at the moment there's only one thing I care about.
Adam.
I wave to Mel and then shiver. Adam takes off his shearling coat and drapes it over my shoulders. It reminds me of when he put his jacket around me all those months ago at The Hamilton Hotel. I breathe in his scent and sigh.
"Come on, kitten. It's time to go home."
On board the plane we're greeted by the pilot and copilot. "Sorry there's no flight attendant," the pilot says. "Short notice and all."
"I think we'll be able to manage," Adam says and I know he's glad not to have any more people around than necessary. "We appreciate you coming out on Christmas Eve to get us home."
The pilot looks from Adam to me and back again with a smile. "Just think of me as Rudolph," he says and turns to the cockpit.
The jet is outfitted with an assortment of seats and tables with a sofa in the back, farthest from the pilot. Adam leads me to it, grabbing a blanket and pillow along the way. With the press of a button the sofa lays down into a bed.
"D-don't we need to buckle up for takeoff?" I ask. I've never flown on a jet like this.
"Oh, you'll need to buckle up, sweetheart," he says, taking me into his arms and removing the coat he placed on me outside.
I feel the plane taxi down the runway which is the last thing that registers with me other than the feel of Adam's hands on my body. He removes my dress and stares at me hungrily and I know I've got the same look in my eye as I reach for his shirt and start working the buttons. Our clothes end up in a heap on the floor of the jet and then Adam is laying me back on the sofa before he straddles me.
His hands run through my hair. "God, I've missed doing this. Do you have any idea how many times I dreamed about you? About touching you? Holding you?"
"I’m not sure this isn’t a dream now," I say, pressing my hands to both sides of his face and gazing at him. "I love you so much, Adam. With every fiber of my being."
He uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that's leaked from my eye, then kisses the spot where it had been. "I finally feel like I can breathe," he says.
I open my legs to him and he slides in with a sigh. We pause for a fleeting moment. "I can't believe this is really happening," I say.
"Oh, darlin’, you can believe it. And it is happening." He grins at me and starts to rock in and out of me. I raise my hips to meet him and we surge together.
What started out as sweet and sentimental turns ravenous and wild as he pumps into me, my hands are all over him, stroking his back, grabbing his tight ass, and cupping his balls. He leans down and sucks my breasts in turn until I come in a panting wave of need.
"That's my girl," he says, his voice rich with love. He shoves into me a couple more times before he climaxes, his hot come filling me and spilling out onto my thighs.
He collapses on top of me, pulls the blanket up over us and presses my head to his shoulder. I close my eyes, savoring the wonder of this moment.
"It's 12:01 a.m," the pilot says over the intercom. "Merry Christmas."
Merry Christmas, indeed.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
