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A throat clears and I know it’s Finn, but Dash ignores him, tightens his arms around me and continues kissing me. I have a feeling he’s making a statement to Finn. That Dash is claiming me.
The idea that he wants me as much as I want him fills me with hope.
Almost a full ten seconds later, Dash finally releases my mouth and allows me to take my tongue back. Of course, my face is flamingly red and when I glance over at Finn, he looks highly amused.
“Ready to go wheels up,” Finn reports, arms crossed, a lazy smirk on his face. He leans against the cockpit door, watching us closely.
Dash lifts his chin in acknowledgement, still holding me against him, and says, “No commentary while we’re up in the air. And unless there’s an emergency, we’ll see you when we land in Moscow.”
“Roger,” Finn states and looks from me to Dash, grinning. “Just one quick pre-flight announcement. The back bedroom has been stocked with water, snacks and other, ah, necessities. Have a pleasant flight, kids.”
Then he winks at us, slips into the cockpit and shuts the door.
I glance up at Dash who shakes his head. “If he weren’t such a damn good pilot…” He leaves the idle threat hanging there and rolls his eyes in exasperation.
“What necessities was he referring to?” I ask.
“Buckle up and we’ll go check it out once we’re up in the air.”
We sit down side by side, and after putting on our seatbelts, Dash takes my hand, laces our fingers together, and rests our joined hands on his thigh. The intimacy of the move has my chest tightening with emotion.
Dash Slater was made for women to fall madly in love with.
Within minutes, we’re taking off and soaring up above the clouds. Finn flies just as smoothly as he talks. And, true to his word, Finn is silent as a mouse, keeping the commentary off.
Once we’re at cruising altitude, Dash’s phone buzzes with a text. He opens the message and I see his lips twitch.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
He tilts the screen toward me so I can read the message from Finn:Just reached cruising altitude. Feel free to move around the cabin and enjoy your flight.
Following the message is an emoji with its lips zipped.
“He’s really something else, isn’t he?” I ask.
“You have no idea,” Dash says, unbuckling his seatbelt. “C’mon, let’s check out the necessities he was referring to.” He motions for me to follow him.
In the rear of the plane, the back bedroom area is just as I remember it. Except this time, I’m not alone. Dash closes the divider and opens a couple of drawers, searching through them. When he chuckles, I turn and see he’s holding a condom.
“Apparently, these are a necessity,” Dash comments and tosses it on the bed.
My pulse begins to thunder and I feel a flutter in my stomach. Are we really going to have sex 30,000 feet in the air? I glance over at Dash and he’s studying me closely.
“What do you think, Red? Are you feeling frisky? Or was last night too much?”
Is he kidding? I’ll never be able to get too much of this man. “Until meeting you, I never had any adventure in my life,” I say and step closer. “Truthfully, I never thought I’d meet anyone like you…much less have the opportunity to become a member of the Mile High Club.”
His mouth edges up in a wicked grin. “C’mere,” he growls, reaching a hand out to me.
I lift my hand to take his and the next thing I know, Dash is pulling me against him and his mouth is covering mine again. One thing I can say, the man sure is thorough. He leaves no corner unexplored and his hands are roaming all over my body, igniting a passion that begins to burn out of control.
Tearing his mouth away, he tumbles me back onto the bed and I pull him down, arching up against him, needing to feel his hard, muscled body pressed against mine.
Dash buries his face in the curve of my neck and shoulder, kissing me, dragging his tongue up the sensitive skin there and swirling it around my ear. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmurs.
Feeling bold, I slide my hand between our bodies, pop his button and drag his zipper down. “I kind of have an idea,” I whisper, palming his rigid shaft. My touch makes him groan and I have the urge to do more. So much more.
To taste him and give him pleasure the way he did for me.
