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Chapter Seven
Chase plucked an icecube from his cup and glided it over my heated, swollen lips. He drew a line down my neck and followed the wet trail with another of kisses.
“I have a head full of things I’d love to do to you,” he whispered. “And I’m going to see how much of it I can get away with here.” He popped the ice in his mouth and kissed me. Ice and heat shocked through me. I whimpered and leaned into the kiss, dancing my tongue around his and the rapidly melting ice.
Chase slipped his hand under my shirt and teased cold fingers up my stomach.
Anticipation, fear, and desire mingled in my veins and pulsed between my legs. Why couldn’t I be a wears-skirts kind of person? I leaned in more, and rested my hand on his thigh for balance.
He groaned against my mouth.
When I stroked my fingers over the topography, his groan increased in volume.
I should pull away, but instead I slid higher, stroking his erection through his trousers. Cupping and teasing in response to his grunts and moans.
He worked his fingers under the bottom of my bra. The chill was fading, but not so much I didn’t feel the cool when he dragged a thumb over my nipple.
I had to be as wet as his cup of half-melted ice. I continued to tease Chase’s shaft and tried not to squirm too much.
“Excuse me.” A polite voice interrupted.
I broke away, my face as flaming hot as the rest of my body, to find the stewardess watching us.
“We’ve had a complaint.” Her tone was kind and soft. “Could the two of you”—she gestured—“be less obvious? More discreet?”
“Of course.” Chase never missed a beat.
I wanted to sink into my seat and disappear, as the woman strolled away. My desire had intensified, though. Was someone else watching us? What if another passenger was getting off to what we were doing?
Hot.
Fantasy was one thing, but public displays of lewdness got people arrested.
I couldn’t look at Chase. “I’m going to read,” I mumbled. I lowered my tray table to rest my arms on, so they wouldn’t shake, and stared blankly at my phone.
I didn’t process a single word in front of me.
“I meant everything I said,” Chase murmured.
“So did I.” Including the uncertainty.
Silence settled between us again. I should be reading. Or overanalyzing what happened. Instead, I was thinking about Chase’s hands, roaming my body.
And Luke. What if he’d been the one to catch us? Would he have watched? Gotten off?
I squeezed my legs together as tightly as I could, but the action didn’t do anything to sate my need.
Chase rested a hand on my thigh, under the table. “You’re not really reading.”
I shook my head. Did the fact that the screen had gone to sleep give me away?
“Keep pretending,” he said softly.
What?
He undid my jeans.
I could barely hear over the roar of my heartbeat.
