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I realized I’d gone a little misty-eyed on her. “Oh, yeah. I was just thinking about what you said. It’s heartwarming to think about people doing whatever they can for their kids. That’s all.”
“Yeah, but it’s also sad. I wish I could do something to help them.” She shook her head and looked out the window. I didn’t feel as if she was judging me, like some people did, saying I had too much while others didn’t have enough. I was actually involved with numerous charities, many of which helped underprivileged children around the world, but I didn’t see the point in bringing that up now. “Anyway, that’s kind of my life’s ambition, I guess. To be a mom, and hopefully a good one. I’d like to be a wife first, of course.” She shrugged and looked away, like she thought she’d said too much.
We continued to talk for several hours about our lives and what we wanted out of them. I loved listening to the sound of her voice and how passionately she spoke about the topics that really got her excited. The more time I spent with Georgia, the more I began to realize just how much I cared for her. She was an amazing woman, and I’d gotten really lucky when she’d stumbled into that bar—literally.
We were somewhere over the ocean when I noticed that Georgia was uncomfortable sitting for so long. “If your back is bothering you, we can go into the private chambers in the back.” I tried not to be too suggestive. Not that I didn’t want her. I’d been dreaming about introducing her to the mile-high club for days.
Georgia lifted an eyebrow at me. “There’s a bed back there, right?” she asked me.
I nodded, not sure why she was asking.
A smile spread across her face. “How soundproof is the door?”
A chuckle escaped my lips. “Um, I’ve never had an issue with it when I’ve taken a nap before—and sometimes I snore, I’m not gonna lie.” I didn’t want her to think I’d taken a bunch of women up here to ravish them. The truth was no other woman had ever been on this jet with me since I’d gotten it after Kaylee passed—no one except for Charlotte.
Unhooking her seatbelt, Georgia got up from her seat. “Lead the way,” she told me.
Taking her hand, I led her to the back of the plane, shutting the door behind us. And locking it.
24
GEORGIA
The bed in the back of Beau’s plane was king-sized. I’d expected something much smaller, but when we walked into the back room and he closed the door, it would’ve been very easy for me to believe we were in a hotel—on the ground. The only reminder that we were actually flying through the air was the fact that the plane moved up and down slightly every once in a while and the whir of the engines.
Beau sat down on the edge of the bed and gestured for me to join him. With a coy smile, I kicked my shoes off and sat next to him, not exactly sure what he had in mind. I knew what I wanted, and I hadn’t hesitated to throw myself at him before, back when we’d first been reunited a couple of days ago, but I wasn’t sure about this with the pilots and Charlotte not that far away.
“Are you all right?” Beau asked me, a crooked grin on his face. “You look a little nervous.”
“Me? Nervous?” I snickered, and it came out a bit like a snort. We both laughed so hard, we ended up collapsing onto the bed. The mattress was soft and plush, just like the mattresses at both of Beau’s houses I’d visited. The man spared no expense when it came to being comfortable, that was for sure.
Lying on my back and looking into his eyes as we both laughed made me realize just how badly I really did want him right now. The giggling caught in my throat as I transitioned to a soberer mood. Beau stopped laughing as well. Lifting a hand, he ran it along my cheek, brushing my hair back over my shoulder. The brush of his fingertips against my flesh had me biting down on my lip, trying to keep my body in check so I didn’t throw myself at him again.
“You’re so beautiful, Georgia,” he murmured, his fingers continuing to caress my cheek. “I could stare at you all day long.”
Not sure what to say, all I could do was smile back at him. When he moved toward me to close the distance, my lips parted easily for him. His mouth was warm, soft, and inviting.
Beau kissed me sweetly for several moments until I began to ache for him. I could feel my panties growing wetter and wetter by the moment as his tongue traced over my lips and tangled with my own. Lifting a hand, I ran my fingers through his hair and moved closer to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, his hand on the small of my back as he guided me closer to him.
Beau took his time kissing me, preparing my body for his. Letting go of my mouth he kissed a trail down my neck, concentrating on the most sensitive area where my neck and shoulder met. I found myself moaning softly in response, it felt so good.
Guiding me onto my back, Beau hovered over me and slowly began to remove my shirt. His hands slid beneath the hem, brushing against my warm flesh and sending a ripple down my spine. When he reached my ribcage, I felt a tightening in my core. I wanted him to move just a bit higher so badly.
Instead, he pulled my shirt off over my head and smiled down at me before his mouth found the soft mounds of flesh spilling from the top of my bra. Again, he lingered there, teasing me, getting me ready for him, before he reached around and unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts.
Nuzzling one nipple with his nose, he sent another shudder through my body before he even opened his lips. When he took me inside his mouth, I reached up to the back of his head to pull him closer to me, begging him to suck harder, which he obliged. His other hand found my free nipple and plucked and pulled it to life.
My head fell back as I gasped for air. Was he going to make me come just from playing with my breasts? It felt like he might do just that. I pressed up into him, rocking my hips against him and feeling his length against my thigh. He was so hard and ready for me, and with every movement of his tongue, I wanted him even more badly to bury himself deep inside of me.
Somehow, as he switched breasts and continued to lick and suck, I managed to begin unbuttoning his shirt. I wanted to tear the damn thing off to get to his muscular chest below, but with no air in my lungs and the constant pleasure pouring through me, I was forced to take my time.
Eventually, I got his shirt unbuttoned but needed his help to get it off his shoulders and down his arms. Still licking and sucking me, he wiggled his way out of the garment, which fell to the floor. Running my hands along his chest, I closed my eyes and felt the solid wall of muscle beneath my palms. Everything about him turned me on. I wanted him so badly, but he continued to tease me, taking his time as I arched my back and tried to get to him.
No longer able to help myself, I lowered my hand and ran it over his length, feeling him through his pants. Beau grunted, lifting his head from my breast to look into my eyes. With a narrowed gaze and a crooked grin, he said, “Giving me a taste of my own medicine, I see?”
All I could do was laugh. But now that he was no longer distracting me with his expert mouth, I could take better advantage of him.
Moving quickly, I flipped him over so that he was lying flat on his back on the bed. Then, I unbuttoned his pants and grabbed hold of his zipper, tugging it down quickly so I could pull his pants and boxers down out of the way. Beau surrendered to me, watching me with fascination in his eyes as I took control of the situation. This wasn’t something I typically would’ve done, but whenever I was around Beau, something animalistic took over, and I found myself pushing boundaries and exploring my limitations beyond anything I ever had with anyone else.
