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“You know it.”
He cups my backside and molds me close. “Anything? Anywhere?”
I laugh. “We are not having sex in this plane, Rick Savage.”
He nips my lip in that delicious way he does, and a shiver races down my spine. “No?” he challenges, his voice a low, rough seduction. So is the spice I inhale from that perfect dip in the line of his neck.
But still, I say, “No.”
“Why?”
“We’re not alone.”
“We are alone.”
“It doesn’t look like we’re alone. Are there cameras?”
He strokes my hair from my face and tilts my gaze to his. “No, and I think we both need to fuck like crazy rabbits. We need it. We’ve earned it.” His hand slides over my top and he teases my nipple through the silk, his mouth capturing mine, his tongue, God, his tongue, doing this long, deep stroke, that I feel all the way to my sex.
By the time his mouth parts mine again, my top and half bra are down and my breast is in his hand, my nipple is puckered and swollen in his fingers. He rolls me ever so slightly, and then he’s kissing me again and the hand that was on my breast is pulling up my dress. That’s when I realize that he’s about to find out that I don’t have on any panties.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Candace
Rick’s hand is under my dress and I catch his hand but it’s too late. His hands are on my backside and his fingers slide intimately along the seam of my body and then freeze. He pulls back. “Where the fuck are your panties?”
“Rick, I—”
“Holy fuck. Did you—”
“No.”
“Where the fuck are your panties?” Anger cracks like a whip in his voice.
“He didn’t touch me. He just—he pinned me against a wall and—”
He’s up and out of the chair in an instant. I scramble to a sitting position and I don’t even care that I’m naked from the waist up. The seat being reclined is awkward and I’m not waiting for it to right. I crawl over the top, manage to gain my footing, and find Rick standing with his back to me, his fist on the wall, chin low. I rush toward him and the plane jerks. I grab his body for stability and slide between him and the wall.
“I did not have sex with him. I didn’t even let him kiss me, and he tried.” He just stares at me, his lashes half-veiled. “He pinned me against the wall. He touched my breast and when I grabbed his hand, his other hand went up my dress. He yanked my panties and I shoved him. I wanted to knee him, but all I could think of was buying you and my father time. I was about to though before I’d have let him touch me any more intimately, I would have. Rick, he got us a room. I had already decided I was going to run before I’d go to that room.” I’m rambling, I think. I know I’m rambling, but he’s not responding and I keep going. “He had to give a speech. I managed to let Adrian know that I was going to run while he was speaking. That’s how I ended up in the bathroom with that beast outside the door. That’s when Adrian—”
“I’m going to kill him. You know that, right?”
“Yes.”
I say nothing more and neither does he. His hand cups my neck and his mouth is on my mouth. God his mouth is on my mouth. And just like that, all the walls fall away. Just like that he’s holding me, touching me, and I don’t even know how it happens but his pants are down, and he’s lifting me, the thick ridge of his erection pressing inside me. I’m panting. I’m crying out. He rotates, and he’s leaning against the wall, his hand between my shoulder blades and I lean back. I lean back with all my trust in this man, and when the plane jerks, I don’t even feel fear then. This man would never drop me.
And so I ride him, rock against him, explode into the moment with him, and his eyes, his smoldering stare, are all over my breasts. My body. Yes, my naked body. My dress is gone. Don’t know how that happened and I don’t care. I just want this man. I just want us and when I want so badly that I can want no more, I’m tumbling forward into him, I’m holding onto him, my body spasming and quaking. And he’s right there with me, hugging me close, his body trembling, low groans murmuring into my neck, while my name growls from his lips.
When we still, the plane does not. It’s shaking around us as he carries me to the seat and sets me down. “I brought your overnight bag,” he says, and a few minutes later, I’m in leggings, a T-shirt, and my feet are in socks. Still in his black fatigues, Rick claims the seat next to me, and then we both roll to our sides facing each other.
