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Xavier bumped his shoulder into hers. “You know, the sky is the exact same colour as your eyes.”
She grinned. “Goofball.”
“It’s true! If you come to the bathroom with me, we can look in the mirror, and I’ll show you.”
“That’s even smoother than the first line you tried on me, Surfer-Boy, which is to say not smooth at all. You really want to get me alone to look at the colour of my eyes? No Mile-High Club for you? I had no idea you were so romantic.”
His hand moved up her thigh, tantalisingly close to interesting places. She looked up at him and was surprised to find all humour had fled his eyes.
“That’s just it though. That’s how you make me feel. Romantic, like I want to show you things that make you laugh. Tell you whatever you want to hear to make you happy. Shout it from the rooftops.I love this woman!”
“Shut up! Shhh, Xavier, you don’t need to tell the whole plane.”
“Sir, is there a problem?” A flight attendant appeared beside their seats like a well-groomed genie and leaned down with a concerned expression.
“No, ma’am,” said Xavier. “I just wanted everyone on the plane to know that I love this woman from the bottom of my heart. Hey, is it okay if I borrow the intercom?”
The attendant smiled politely. “I’m afraid not, sir. If you could keep your seatbelt buckled for me?”
“Sure, sure.” Xavier watched her sashay away. “Huh, guess I’ll have to tell everyone one by one. Who’s next? Excuse me, Six C? I just want to tell you that I’m in love with this woman. This woman right here. She’s amazing.”
The man in seat six-C sighed and turned his head to run his eyes over both of them. “Yeah, that’s great, mate. Hey! Aren’t you Xavier West, the Iron Man? I didn’t see you at CSLSA. I thought you got a wild card?”
“Nah, I got a better offer,” Xavier said, squeezing Emily’s hand.
“Oh, right, shame. I saw you at Hastings River a couple of months back. You handed Louis Lopez his ass on a platter. Great work, mate.”
The man, whose unkempt grey hair looked as though he’d strolled straight onto the plane from the beach, nudged his travelling partner and pointed. The two men wore matching hibiscus-print shirts, shorts, and flip-flops. Judging by the other passengers, Emily guessed it was some kind of Australian uniform.
Xavier lifted a tattooed shoulder and shook the burly older man’s hand while his friend snapped a photo on his cell phone. “Thanks, buddy. I got lucky.”
The men turned away, and he twisted back to Emily, giving her a wink so loaded with meaning it made her cheeks prickle with heat.
“Speaking of getting lucky.”
With one hand, he cupped her fire-red cheek, and with the other he tucked her hair behind her ear so he could tilt her head and treat her to a gentle kiss. The pressure increased as the kiss went on, opening her to him as if she’d been shrink-wrapped. She could feel the answering warmth unfurling in her tummy. Itwas a shame the seatbelt restricted her response. It dug into her hips, the buckle rattling with an annoying clink. He eased back with a frustrated sigh.
He did not let go of her hand though, keeping it tucked in his while dinner was served and long afterwards. Anchoring her to his side, they pretzeled themselves together to flick through the in-flight movies.Idiot. As if she was going anywhere.
Sometime later, a steady rumble of snores emanated from their neighbours.
“Babe?” he whispered. The action film she’d been watching wasn’t nearly as thrilling as the hand halfway up her leg. “You still awake?”
In response, she swivelled her head and kissed him back as quietly as she could. Turned out quiet could be pretty damn hot. Their lips entwined, saidhello—damn, I’ve missed you,then said it again for good measure. She broke it off when their breathing got heavy.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she murmured.
“Oh, okay, I’ll just—”
“As will you in about ninety seconds.” She winked over her shoulder as she padded away.
Exactly ninety seconds later, with a faint knock on the concertina toilet door, she let him inside. His lips were on hers before she could utter another word. Space was cramped, but it didn’t matter. With Xavier, nothing mattered but him every time he touched her.
She stayed silent as his hands slowly caressed each breast in turn and his mouth devoured hers. Not so long ago, she would never have considered doing something this risqué, yet here she was loving every moment of it, lost in the passionate world he created.
In an awkward silent dance, they helped one another move aside the essential clothing. Jeans were unzipped, t-shirts lifted,and her skirt was pushed up her waist. Several bumped elbows resulted in quiet, creative curse words.
Her nipples puckered as his cock nudged against her core. She rubbed herself against him, and he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around him. Nimble fingers pulled her underwear to one side so they could explore her further. Finding her warm and wet, they needed no encouragement. They plunged into her, and she did her best not to cry out. Again, and again, they slid beautifully in and out. Her back arched in response.
