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In truth, I wasn’t feeling a thing I didn’t want to feel. “Pretend I didn’t get shot,” I told her. “Do whatever you want to do. I want all of it.”

Her beautiful, bruised face broke out into a smile, but she still refused to touch me. “I need to tell you I’m sorry first.”

“Damn it, Kira, you’ve apologized at least twenty times. It was a fucking warehouse. We must own a hundred of them.” It was an exaggeration, but I had to make her know that nobody cared about the warehouse. Well, my brothers probably did, but they’d get over it.

“Okay, but I’m still sorry I didn’t trust you, that—”

I quieted her with a kiss, running my hands up her sides and sliding my thumbs across her nipples until she was writhing on my stiff cock. “Fresh start,” I said. “Right now.”

“Okay,” she murmured, licking down the side of my neck. She unbuttoned my shirt and carefully eased it off my shoulders.

I made her forget the bandages by cupping her ass and pulling her close to me again. “I need to feel your skin,” I said, tugging at her jeans.

She scrambled off my lap and unzipped them, tugging them down her thighs and tossing them aside. With a blush, she kept her panties on and straddled me again.

“It seems like you enjoy tearing all my panties,” she said. “So, go at it.”

With a low growl, I gripped either side of the cotton fabric and yanked until she was fully exposed to me. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” I said, taking her in.

I slipped my hand between her trembling thighs and sunk my fingers into her wet heat. Her head tipped back, and she sighed as she moved with me, helping me draw out her pleasure. I could have watched her all day, with her lips parted and eyes closed, but the plane was due to land in less than an hour. I circled her clit while I pulled her head down for another kiss.

She shuddered and unbuttoned my jeans, tugging down the zipper so she could wrap her fingers around my cock. She moved more desperately, stroking me with one hand while she pushed my fingers harder against her slippery folds.

“Greedy,” I mumbled, nudging aside her sweatshirt to nibble at her collarbone.

“Yes,” she agreed, gasping when I pushed my fingers deep inside her.

“Me too,” I told her, biting at the collar of her shirt, not wanting to stop caressing her but wanting her fully naked on top of me. “I need to see your pretty tits, Kira. Take your shirt off and show them to me.”

With a blush, she whipped her top off, snapping her bra free and tossing it aside with her other clothes. She put her hands on her waist and arched her back, then drew my head down to suckle each breast. I licked her nipples to tight peaks, drawing my teeth against the tender nubs, making her wetter against my fingertips.

Her frenzied movements made her knock against my bandages and I drew in a harsh breath. She froze, her whole body shaking to hold herself still. As soon as it surged, the pain was gone, taken away by her soft hands gently running down my arms. She pushed my hand from between her thighs and got up long enough to help me drag down my jeans and boxer briefs. As soon as my cock sprang free like a flagpole, she climbed on top of me again, being more careful of my shoulder, but just as eager.

“Oh yes,” she murmured, dragging her slick pussy along my hard length. She looked at me with wild eyes. “I don’t know what I want more.”

“Fingers?” I asked, teasing her clit. I let go and pushed her down, pressing my shaft between her folds and easing her back and forth so that it teased her slit. “Or cock?”

She shuddered, her eyes falling shut as I continued to move her, driving myself crazy in the process. I leaned close and nuzzled her neck up to her ear. “I want to get inside your tight little hole so bad, Kira.”

“Please do it,” she whimpered, reaching for me and trying to guide my cock home. I took her hands and held them at her sides.

“Not yet,” I said through gritted teeth. I was about to burst, but playing with her was too much fun. I lifted her off my lap and laid her on the couch, moving down her body and spreading her legs wide. “I want to lick you first. I want to eat your pussy until you’re screaming.”

“I’m not screaming on this plane,” she said, her hands tangling in my hair as I dipped to take the first taste of her juices.

“We’ll see,” I said. I lapped her from her clit, all the way down and back up, circling and pressing and tasting her until she thrashed beneath my mouth. “The more you hold back, the more I’ll give,” I promised, pushing my tongue deep inside her.

“You’re only making yourself suffer,” she gasped.

Damn it, she was right, and the giggle that accompanied her words made my cock throb almost painfully. I spread her legs wider, pushed deeper, found her swollen clit and lapped at her until she wrapped her thighs around my shoulders and nearly suffocated me in between her legs. She was stubborn, but so was I, and I really, really loved making her come.

Her hands tightened in my hair, certainly pulling a lot of it out. Finally, her muscles tensed, and her voice rang out in the small cabin. I stroked her with my tongue until she went limp and her shouts had trailed into whimpers.

“Finally,” I said, drawing myself up with a concentrated fervor, only one goal in mind. Sink my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy.

I rammed home, leaning down to kiss her and she hungrily swept her tongue in my mouth as she pulled me close, taking my full length with a gasp. I slowed my motions, searching her face as she gazed back at me. Her hands ran down my chest, and her brow furrowed. She pressed her palm against my forehead.

“Do you have a fever?” she asked.

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