His Flight Plan by Yvette Hines Page A

shocked, he winked at her. “I told you I can’t start until I can see it all the way through. My hotel or your house?”
    Removing her hand from behind his neck, she nodded. “My house.”
    As they exited the park, she talked to him about current events coming up in the area. From Broadway plays, to concerts and sporting events.
    Listening attentively, he asked questions and was happy for the mundane topic; it kept his desire at a midlevel hum.
    Twenty minutes later they returned to her home, where they’d dropped her car off two hours ago.
    Pulling his car into the driveway before the closed door of her garage, where her car set, he then killed the engine of his rental. The overhead dome brightened the car. “You can change your mind.”
    “Only if I was a foolish person. Fate has brought us back in the same place once again. I want to do what I desired to do that night in Chicago. Make you scream my name.” She winked.
    A chuckle burst out of him.
    She joined him, laughing too.
    “I got you.” Her humor was just one of the many things he liked about Kiera. Getting out of the car, he went around and assisted her out of the vehicle.
    Hand in hand they went to her door. Once she unlocked it, they entered.
    Moving away, she placed her keys in a dish and set her purse on the table beside it.
    Glancing around, he took in the décor of her home. The living room and dining room that he could see from where he stood had a very modern, bold color décor to it. It was classy, yet still inviting.
    “Can I offer you something to drink?”
    The sultry texture of her voice drew his gaze back to her. “The only thing I’m thirsty for is you.” He walked to where she stood behind the couch.
    “Then let’s—”
    He wasn’t sure what she was going to say, and a part of him, the overactive hormonal part, didn’t care. Allowing all the passion he felt for her to showcase in his kiss, he held her tight to him and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
    * * * *
    This was not the same kiss he’d given her at the center. Hell, it wasn’t even the hot, toe-curling one he’d laid on her in Chicago. No, this one turned her body inside out and flipped her heart upside down. It made her dizzy and her entire body became Jell-O. She could barely keep her grip on his shoulders; he made her feel that weak and rejuvenated at the same time.
    She was packing enough passion and energy to climb Mount Everest or bang a sexy man for hours. There was no contest between the two which she would choose. Slipping her arms around his neck, she pressed her body closer to him, then ground her pelvis against his stiff cock.
    Drake groaned.
    The vibrations tickled the roof of her mouth.
    His hands moved from her waist and cupped her ass, squeezing it, then giving one cheek a hard smack.
    “Hmm.” She moaned. The smart sensation shot from her backside to her sex. Her clit throbbed and cream saturated the seat of her panties.
    He pulled back. “I’ll settle for your couch, but I’d prefer to have you in a bed.”
    His deep, husky voice shot her heat level up even more. She inhaled, tried to inject a little sanity into her muddled brain. “You’re not one of those guys who have issues with wearing a condom are you?”
    “Hell no. That’s not because I have anything, but I believe in keeping me and the woman safe and children for when we both agree on it.”
    She exhaled. As she figured, he wasn’t only good looking, but a smart and considerate man. “Let’s go to my room.”
    Taking his hand, she led him down the hall, passing her entertainment room and her guest bedroom before she entered the only other room in her house. The house should have been a three bedroom but she had it remodeled and knocked down the wall between the second and third room and had then added a bathroom. So her room was huge. The room across from hers had a bathroom in it as well, being the original master bedroom.
    Facing him, she began unbuttoning his blue, short-sleeve