magazine she’d brought along for the flight, he had no doubt she knew the effect she was having on him. The minx.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she slowly, purposefully uncrossed then recrossed her legs, then released a shivery little sigh—the same exact kind of soft, sensual sound she made when he was buried deep inside her. Her fingers touched the base of her throat and absently slid down the open vee of her silky blouse, until a fastened button impeded her descent. He noticed her breathing had deepened, noticed the heavy rise and fall of her breasts, as well as the erect nipples pressing against her top.
A hot ache settled low, in his belly, along his thighs, and in his groin. She was turned on, unmistakably hot and bothered, and all her touching and sighing and the scent of her was making him hard and crazy with wanting her. It was all he could do to keep from turning toward her, slipping his hand beneath the hem of her skirt, and making her just as wild.
Needing some kind of distraction, he shifted his glance to the open magazine in her lap, and he swallowed hard as he read the title of the article she was reading: “Unpredictable, Spontaneous Sex Acts Designed to Blow His Mind.” As if Dana needed any help coming up with innovative ways to keep things exciting in the bedroom, or even out of it!
Sexually, she was more adventurous and uninhibited than any woman he’d ever met before her, her level of desire perfectly matching his own. She was passionate and daring and loved to take risks, except when it came to her emotions. When it came to her feelings and what was in her heart, she guarded those secrets just as fiercely as she clung to her determination to always be in control of her actions, as well as depending on no one but herself.
Those issues were the sticking points in their relationship, areas which she avoided talking about with him in depth. They were issues he was driven to resolve one way or another this weekend.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Dana’s hand on his thigh. She gave him an affectionate, caressing squeeze, one that was underscored with a wealth of sensual possibilities. Unable to believe she’d be that brazen in plain sight of so many passengers, his gaze darted to her face to gauge her intent.
Her thick, rich brown hair was tumbled around her shoulders in that naturally tousled style he loved. A mischievous smile curved her mouth, and her sea green eyes glittered with a reckless kind of dare. She wet her lips with her tongue and leaned up close to his side, so that her soft breasts pressed against his arm and her mouth was right up against his ear.
“Care to make us a member of the mile-high club?” she whispered naughtily.
His heart stuttered in his chest, then resumed at a maddening pace. “Are you serious?” he croaked. Stupid question, he realized. Dana was always very careful not to say anything she didn’t mean or had no intention of following through on.
“Oh, absolutely,” she murmured in a low, husky tone, then nipped playfully at his earlobe. “If you’re interested, come and join me in two minutes in the farthest rest room in the back, and tap on the door four times so I know it’s you.”
With that, she stood and scooted past him on her way to the aisle, giving him a great view of her sweet ass and reminding him once again that she wasn’t wearing any panties. That she was most likely wet and ready for him, and getting inside of her was just a matter of shoving her skirt up to her waist and sinking into the giving warmth and softness of her body in one long, easy thrust.
The thought made him shudder, and a rush of heat raised his internal temperature a few extra notches. God, he’d follow her anywhere, and she knew just how weak he was when it came to her, how powerless he was to resist her alluring charms.
Christ, she was killing him. He pulled at the collar of his polo shirt and reached up to adjust the air flow to high,
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she slowly, purposefully uncrossed then recrossed her legs, then released a shivery little sigh—the same exact kind of soft, sensual sound she made when he was buried deep inside her. Her fingers touched the base of her throat and absently slid down the open vee of her silky blouse, until a fastened button impeded her descent. He noticed her breathing had deepened, noticed the heavy rise and fall of her breasts, as well as the erect nipples pressing against her top.
A hot ache settled low, in his belly, along his thighs, and in his groin. She was turned on, unmistakably hot and bothered, and all her touching and sighing and the scent of her was making him hard and crazy with wanting her. It was all he could do to keep from turning toward her, slipping his hand beneath the hem of her skirt, and making her just as wild.
Needing some kind of distraction, he shifted his glance to the open magazine in her lap, and he swallowed hard as he read the title of the article she was reading: “Unpredictable, Spontaneous Sex Acts Designed to Blow His Mind.” As if Dana needed any help coming up with innovative ways to keep things exciting in the bedroom, or even out of it!
Sexually, she was more adventurous and uninhibited than any woman he’d ever met before her, her level of desire perfectly matching his own. She was passionate and daring and loved to take risks, except when it came to her emotions. When it came to her feelings and what was in her heart, she guarded those secrets just as fiercely as she clung to her determination to always be in control of her actions, as well as depending on no one but herself.
Those issues were the sticking points in their relationship, areas which she avoided talking about with him in depth. They were issues he was driven to resolve one way or another this weekend.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Dana’s hand on his thigh. She gave him an affectionate, caressing squeeze, one that was underscored with a wealth of sensual possibilities. Unable to believe she’d be that brazen in plain sight of so many passengers, his gaze darted to her face to gauge her intent.
Her thick, rich brown hair was tumbled around her shoulders in that naturally tousled style he loved. A mischievous smile curved her mouth, and her sea green eyes glittered with a reckless kind of dare. She wet her lips with her tongue and leaned up close to his side, so that her soft breasts pressed against his arm and her mouth was right up against his ear.
“Care to make us a member of the mile-high club?” she whispered naughtily.
His heart stuttered in his chest, then resumed at a maddening pace. “Are you serious?” he croaked. Stupid question, he realized. Dana was always very careful not to say anything she didn’t mean or had no intention of following through on.
“Oh, absolutely,” she murmured in a low, husky tone, then nipped playfully at his earlobe. “If you’re interested, come and join me in two minutes in the farthest rest room in the back, and tap on the door four times so I know it’s you.”
With that, she stood and scooted past him on her way to the aisle, giving him a great view of her sweet ass and reminding him once again that she wasn’t wearing any panties. That she was most likely wet and ready for him, and getting inside of her was just a matter of shoving her skirt up to her waist and sinking into the giving warmth and softness of her body in one long, easy thrust.
The thought made him shudder, and a rush of heat raised his internal temperature a few extra notches. God, he’d follow her anywhere, and she knew just how weak he was when it came to her, how powerless he was to resist her alluring charms.
Christ, she was killing him. He pulled at the collar of his polo shirt and reached up to adjust the air flow to high,
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