shoulder.
Corazon reached for the button on her armrest and switched off the lights. Behind and in front of them, other passengers had done the same, creating a soothingly dark circle of quiet in the middle of the plane. The flight attendants carried out their duties, handing out drinks and something to nibble on, but Corazon declined and leaned back into her seat. Eventually the other passengers settled, most of them, like her and Blaise, curled up with pillows and blankets.
Closing her eyes, Corazon again inhaled the alluring scent of her travel companion, allowing it to fill her senses and flow through her veins. Eventually, she heard Blaise’s breathing grow even, and the golden brown head slid closer, finally resting fully against her. Afraid to move, she sat perfectly still, her shoulder burning where Blaise’s head rested.
With every minute adding to her excitement, Corazon looked down at the tousled locks, desperately fighting the urge to press her lips against them. Blaise’s nearness pulled her in, made her stir restlessly beneath the blanket. She raised a hand to stroke the silky, golden hair but caught herself just in time, pulling back abruptly. God!
“You okay?” Blaise peeked up through the strands of hair. “You moaned?”
I did? Oh no, please don’t say that. “Ah…I’m fine. Thank you.” And you sound like an idiot, Perez.
“Good Lord, I’m sorry. I seem to have ended up on your shoulder. Your poor arm.” Blaise sat up but, to Corazon’s surprise, edged closer. “Here, let me help.” Stroking Corazon’s arm in long, slow movements, she gave a bright smile. “There. Better?”
“Better.” Corazon almost choked when Blaise’s fingertips brushed against the side of her breast. Wearing only a whisper-thin lace bra beneath her blouse, she felt the touch as unmistakably as if she’d been naked. Her breath caught in her throat, and she struggled not to betray how her legs pressed together at the touch. Furtively leaning harder against her seat, Corazon tried to move away from the fingers. More of that, baby, and we’ll both be in trouble.
Blaise seemed oblivious to Corazon’s arousal even when the back of one hand slid across the entire side of Corazon’s breast. “You’re so tense.” Looking genuinely concerned, Blaise leaned forward, gazing into Corazon’s eyes. “You should’ve woken me up.”
“I didn’t mind. Honest.” If you touch me like that again… Corazon’s body went rigid when the slender hands moved inside the short sleeve of the shirt. When they slid up and down as far as they could reach, Corazon broke into a sweat. “Blaise…” How the hell do I say this?
“Yes?” The voice was innocent, caring, but now there was a devilish sparkle in the green eyes. One hand moved down to Corazon’s stocking-clad right knee, seemingly for support, while the other kept stroking and massaging her arm.
“You don’t have to. Really, I’m fine.”
Blaise’s lips appeared impossibly luscious as she ran the tip of her tongue across them. “I know. You’re very fine.”
There was no more oxygen on the plane. Corazon opened her mouth to inhale deeply, but nothing happened. Blaise’s smile filled her vision, pink lips approaching hers as the hand on her knee began a dangerous exploration. In slow circles, it moved up her leg and slipped under her skirt before Corazon had a chance to object. When the fingers stopped just on the border between the stocking and the warm skin of her thigh, Corazon found new air to breathe. She gasped.
“Am I mistaken?” Blaise whispered.
Hell, no . Corazon wanted to pull her closer, crush their breasts together. Looking around, she couldn’t tell if anyone was paying any attention to them in their darkened little island. Still in plain view, for heaven’s sake!
Blaise frowned, a look of uncertainty on her face. Drawing a trembling breath, Corazon realized she hadn’t answered out loud. “No, no. You’re not mistaken. About
Corazon reached for the button on her armrest and switched off the lights. Behind and in front of them, other passengers had done the same, creating a soothingly dark circle of quiet in the middle of the plane. The flight attendants carried out their duties, handing out drinks and something to nibble on, but Corazon declined and leaned back into her seat. Eventually the other passengers settled, most of them, like her and Blaise, curled up with pillows and blankets.
Closing her eyes, Corazon again inhaled the alluring scent of her travel companion, allowing it to fill her senses and flow through her veins. Eventually, she heard Blaise’s breathing grow even, and the golden brown head slid closer, finally resting fully against her. Afraid to move, she sat perfectly still, her shoulder burning where Blaise’s head rested.
With every minute adding to her excitement, Corazon looked down at the tousled locks, desperately fighting the urge to press her lips against them. Blaise’s nearness pulled her in, made her stir restlessly beneath the blanket. She raised a hand to stroke the silky, golden hair but caught herself just in time, pulling back abruptly. God!
“You okay?” Blaise peeked up through the strands of hair. “You moaned?”
I did? Oh no, please don’t say that. “Ah…I’m fine. Thank you.” And you sound like an idiot, Perez.
“Good Lord, I’m sorry. I seem to have ended up on your shoulder. Your poor arm.” Blaise sat up but, to Corazon’s surprise, edged closer. “Here, let me help.” Stroking Corazon’s arm in long, slow movements, she gave a bright smile. “There. Better?”
“Better.” Corazon almost choked when Blaise’s fingertips brushed against the side of her breast. Wearing only a whisper-thin lace bra beneath her blouse, she felt the touch as unmistakably as if she’d been naked. Her breath caught in her throat, and she struggled not to betray how her legs pressed together at the touch. Furtively leaning harder against her seat, Corazon tried to move away from the fingers. More of that, baby, and we’ll both be in trouble.
Blaise seemed oblivious to Corazon’s arousal even when the back of one hand slid across the entire side of Corazon’s breast. “You’re so tense.” Looking genuinely concerned, Blaise leaned forward, gazing into Corazon’s eyes. “You should’ve woken me up.”
“I didn’t mind. Honest.” If you touch me like that again… Corazon’s body went rigid when the slender hands moved inside the short sleeve of the shirt. When they slid up and down as far as they could reach, Corazon broke into a sweat. “Blaise…” How the hell do I say this?
“Yes?” The voice was innocent, caring, but now there was a devilish sparkle in the green eyes. One hand moved down to Corazon’s stocking-clad right knee, seemingly for support, while the other kept stroking and massaging her arm.
“You don’t have to. Really, I’m fine.”
Blaise’s lips appeared impossibly luscious as she ran the tip of her tongue across them. “I know. You’re very fine.”
There was no more oxygen on the plane. Corazon opened her mouth to inhale deeply, but nothing happened. Blaise’s smile filled her vision, pink lips approaching hers as the hand on her knee began a dangerous exploration. In slow circles, it moved up her leg and slipped under her skirt before Corazon had a chance to object. When the fingers stopped just on the border between the stocking and the warm skin of her thigh, Corazon found new air to breathe. She gasped.
“Am I mistaken?” Blaise whispered.
Hell, no . Corazon wanted to pull her closer, crush their breasts together. Looking around, she couldn’t tell if anyone was paying any attention to them in their darkened little island. Still in plain view, for heaven’s sake!
Blaise frowned, a look of uncertainty on her face. Drawing a trembling breath, Corazon realized she hadn’t answered out loud. “No, no. You’re not mistaken. About
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