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Thirteen
During her initial flight attendant classes, and in refresher courses, Felicity had taken a handful of self-defense modules. In the right circumstances, she had a decent chance of taking down a full-grown male adult.
But none of her on-the-job training had covered this situation.
She rested on her elbows with her fanny pressed up against Wynn’s considerable attributes. By the sheer weight of his body and her submissive position, he was in control.
Her heart raced. Her sex was damp and needy.
Could she rear back, hook one foot behind his calf, and knock him to his butt? That might be fun. But she would have to catch him off guard.
While she was debating that tactic, Wynn leaned forward and tucked her hair over one shoulder. Then he kissed the nape of her neck.
A hard shudder rippled its way from the damp spot at the top of her spine, all the way down her to her legs and below.
She went weak. Breathless.
Wynn compounded his torture by licking the same area inch by inch. She felt his tongue on her hot skin, heard his murmured words of praise, smelled the warm male scent of him surrounding her.
What she couldn’t do was see.
Her elbows had given out. Now the side of her face pressed into the velvety sofa cushion.
Wynn took his time. He stroked her bottom, running his hands up and down the backs of her thighs.
“Wynn?” she said, trying to snag his attention.
“Mmm?”
“Will you let me up now? I want to touch you.”
“You asked for the edge, Fliss. Remember?”
“I changed my mind.” She was getting dizzy. “I’ll settle for missionary position on a soft bed.”
His low, amused laugh made the hair on her arms stand up. “I don’t think so, darlin’. We’ve crossed the line. There’s no goin’ back.”
For the first time, it occurred to her that in certain situations, Wynn’s Southern accent was more pronounced. He must have worked to erase it in his professional life. But here and now, his slow-as-molasses drawl was sinfully rich and impertinent. As if he didn’t give a flip about her opinions.
This game they played was getting more dangerous by the moment.
“I’m uncomfortable,” she said, trying to sound sincere. “Let me up so I can kiss you.”
He leaned over and nibbled her earlobe. “We’ll get to that. Do you like it from behind? We never did that as teenagers. I wonder why?”
“Because we didn’t have time for nuance,” she snapped.
He laughed. “Well, hang on, Fliss. I’m going to nuance the heck out of you.”
It sounded more like a threat than a promise.
She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt him drag her tiny panties down her legs.
“Lift your foot,” he said. “Now the other one.”
And just like that, even her faux modesty was gone.
Wynn palmed her sex. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, sweet thing? Hot and slick and perfect.”
