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“Stand up,” I said. “Come here.”
I took her in my arms, leaving her glasses on long enough for her to see how wrought up I was. Then I took them off and set them on the side table, and lifted her chin so I could kiss the mascara trails on her cheeks.
“Look at you. Just look at you.”
“Am I a mess?” she asked.
“Yes. In the best way.” I slid an arm around her waist, reveling in her tremors. “I love you,” I whispered. “That’s why I hurt you.”
She melted against me. “Yes, Sir. I know. Thank you.”
I moved my fingers from her chin down to her neck, circling the velvet column, counting the pulse that beat beneath her skin. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I squeezed, just enough to excite her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Sir. Please…”
“Please, what?” But I laughed, because I knew what she wanted. I unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it away, along with her bra. Now she was naked, half-blind without her glasses, well spanked and gorgeously vulnerable. When she crossed her arms in front of her, I shook my head. “No. Lift your hands over your head.”
When she obeyed, I wrapped the belt around her wrists, cinching them together. “Sit down,” I said. “Then lie back on the bed.”
She did as I asked, then watched as I undressed, her bound wrists resting like delicate birds against the bedsheets, her blurred-eyeliner gaze bright with arousal. “I haven’t been with anyone else,” I said, gripping my rock-hard shaft. “But I’ll use protection if you want.”
“No. Please don’t use anything. I want to feel you inside me.”
I crawled on top of her, spreading her thighs, rubbing my cock against her wet center. Both of us gasped. It felt so perfect to be holding her again, so I waited, experiencing the moment, even as she squirmed under me.
“Shh.” I ran my hands up her arms, and pressed her bound wrists against the bed. “Be a good girl. You’re going to get what you want.”
My little horndog was clutching my hips with her knees, trying to draw me inside. I gave in to her moaning and begging, pressing into her tight warmth with a groan of relief.I missed you. Oh, I missed you.
This was where I was meant to be, and whereshewas meant to be, and from now on I’d fight for her, even through her fears—and I’d work on those fears, because life was too short to miss out on love. From now on, time would move one way for us: forward.
“More,” she said, stretching under me. “Please, Sir, more.”
I held her arms over her head and gave her all she wanted, all that we had missed.
Chapter Thirty-One: Into the Horizon
Ifollowed Devinthrough the airport on Friday morning, propelled by nothing but love. He was in his full pilot’s uniform, which was incredibly sexy, even if it was related to his career flying massive metal pods of death.
Not death. You won’t die on this flight. Trust him.
He loves you.
I loved him too, so much. Enough to follow him down a jet way, focusing on the excellent fit of his jacket so I didn’t lose my nerve.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked. “I could just rent a car and meet you back in New York.”
“After driving for nine hours?” He turned and frowned at me, holding out his hand. “I don’t want to be away from you that long. This is easier, and I promise, you’ll survive.”
I switched my overnight bag to my other hand and wrapped my fingers around his. “Isn’t there some kind of aviation statute about non-pilots in the cockpit?”
“It’s not exactly by the book, but my dad owns this airline, and he said it was okay this once.” He stopped and pulled me to face him. Flight attendants passed by, smothering smiles. “I think you’ll feel better about flying after a hop in the cockpit. You’ll be able to see all the checks and double-checks we do, and the capabilities of the controls. I fly almost every day, Ella. I don’t want you to feel scared about it. Please try to do this for me.”
My heart banged in my chest. “I want to. I just…”
“We’re moving past fear, right?”
His calm, soothing voice and piercing gaze quieted my racing heart. Well, kind of. We’d spent the last couple days talking about fear and life and love, in between tons of fucking and make-out sessions where he kissed me senseless. I stared at his lips, his straight teeth, his pilot cap’s shining insignia and braided trim. He was so capable. Statistically, I would probably be safe.
