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“Surely you could make an exception, just this once.”
One minute, she was pining for his touch, urging him to take her in the small, private cabin. The next he had her out of her seat belt and hoisted in his arms. He charged through the plane to the big leather sofa in back, dropping her gently onto the buttery soft fabric. Above her, he peeled off his jacket and the black t-shirt he wore beneath it. He jammed a button on a panel overhead with one finger, dimming the lights throughout the cabin. His hands went for the buckle on his pants before he even laid down, drawing her gaze to the bulge beneath his fly.
“I guess that’s a yes,” she mused, tugging a creamy chenille afghan closer as she watched him undress the rest of the way.
Naked, he was a sight to behold. Layers of muscle roped together, every inch of him sleekly molded into a perfect male specimen. She didn’t have long to look, however, as he fell on her with a hunger that surprised her. He feasted on her mouth and neck, drugging her with thorough kisses that left her breathless and- soon – as naked as him. His hands made fast work of her clothes, the fabric all but vaporizing at his touch.
Beneath her, the plane engines droned and vibrated, drowning out everything but Jack as he rolled on a condom and stretched over her, his big body covering hers completely. The ache between her legs turned sharp, her hips arching to get closer to him. He answered by spreading her thighs with one of his own, providing a counter pressure to the sweet need inside her.
He cupped her bottom, drawing her to him without entering her. Her breasts pebbled tight against his chest until he edged away enough to take one in his mouth, suckling her hard. She rode his thigh, her sex slick and so ready for him that she reached between them to circle his erection with her hand. Gently at first. Then harder. Firmer.
The growl in his throat warned her she wouldn’t have to wait for him much longer. He gripped her hand, halting her touches and prying her fingers free.
Being submissive was deliciously easy when she realized how much her touch affected him. Besides, she wanted him inside her when he came. Needed that connection with him.
“Ally.” He circled one wrist in each hand and trapped them to the sofa beside her head. Staring down at her for a long moment, he positioned his hips just right to…
“Ooh,” she cried out when he entered her, the sensation so incredible she wanted it to last forever. But each new satisfaction led to a new hunger, the sensual need spiraling higher and higher with every long, slow thrust of his hips.
The pleasure built. Coiled. Tensed. Built some more. He worked her with a sweet thoroughness that left her breathless with wanting. Even when he released her wrists to wrap her in his arms, she couldn’t move, her body paralyzed by pleasure and anticipation of what would come next. An orgasm waited, so close. She wanted it desperately and at the same time, she didn’t want it to ever arrive. Being here, like this, with Jack was the most perfect time she could ever remember.
What if they could be like this—always?
A starburst of pleasure exploded behind her eyes right before release hit her. Her body contracted inside, squeezing him tight, again and again. She arched into him, hauling him close in her arms to ride the sensations with her. He followed right behind her, his hips straining against hers.
Filling her.
She lost track of time, tangled with him in the aftermath. The big leather couch fit both of them easily. At some point she covered them with the chenille afghan to ward off the chill of the plane’s recycled air blowing through vents above the sofa.
He was as quiet as her afterward. Because he’d been shaken by the connection they’d found again so quickly? Or because he wasn’t ready for the kinds of feelings lovemaking could inspire? She didn’t know. For that matter, she wasn’t sure she could answer those questions for herself let alone him. She had no idea what was happening between her and Jack, but whatever it was, the magnets that drew them were too strong for her to ignore, too difficult to turn away.
When the quiet began to worry her, she dropped a kiss on his shoulder.
“You have a real way with a quickie,” she confided, hoping to move things to lighter – more manageable terrain.
“I want to make you happy.” The words felt genuine and deep compared to her flip flirtation.
Her throat burned at the sincerity in his eyes. She tried to swallow past it and couldn’t. Only a few days of having Jack back in her life and he’d sucked her in like quicksand – so deep that she wasn’t sure she’d get away.
She wasn’t at all sure she wanted to.
“You do,” she admitted, a hoarseness in her voice betraying more than she was comfortable sharing. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
She hadn’t realized until she saw him again how much she’d missed him. How unfinished things had felt between them for four long years. Moreover, maybe she needed some time to play, too. She’d been working so hard on achieving her dreams- saving every dollar to buy an inn she could call her own – that she hadn’t spent much time relaxing and having fun.
Before he could respond, the tone chimed again on the plane’s PA system and the pilot made an announcement about landing. Over her shoulder, Alicia could see the city of Montreal below them, the St. Lawrence Seaway snaking alongside the buildings while a myriad of bridges stretched out like tentacles across it.
They wanted tonight to be all about enjoying each other – no business – and Jack seemed determined to deliver. But as her heart thawed like a creek in spring, Alicia wondered how she’d fare a night of Jack Murphy at his most attentive and charming. Without the barriers of business and the future to shore up her defenses, she ran the risk of falling in love all over again.
ChapterEleven
An hour later, Jack passed Alicia her ticket to their rink-side seat for the hockey game while he lingered with his youngest brother for a few more minutes. They’d been able to visit Kyle briefly before the pre-season match, hanging out with him while he had his skates sharpened and personally taped his stick. But now, as Kyle headed toward the visiting team locker room, Alicia took her leave.
Jack didn’t bristle too much when she hugged his brother goodbye. After all, Alicia had been friends with Kyle even before he’d met her. But damn. Jack’s feelings toward her were as possessive now as they had been four years ago when they’d been dating. Possibly more so. What was wrong with that picture?
“Damn, bro. Do you have to wear your heart on your sleeve like a neon sign?” Kyle observed as Alicia walked away, her golden blonde hair brushing her lower back in tousled waves she hadn’t quite tamed after they’d made love on the plane.
Still, Jack couldn’t pull his gaze from her. Another player held a door for her as she walked out of the secured corridor where the team prepared for the game. The guy – a defenseman who towered over her – didn’t quite drool as she passed but the bastard’s eyes followed her almost as long as Jack’s did.
