Page 119 of The Sun and Her Star

Graham is standing in the doorway that leads to the galley of the plane. My chest is heaving with excitement and anxiety as I take him in. He’s wearing a dark green cable knife sweater that accentuates the broad set of his shoulders and the gradual tapering of his waist where his lean hips are, and long, strong legs are encased in dark denim. His hair is held back in a bun, and his beard is gone. He looks good enough to climb. He clears his throat, and my eyes fly back to his face where he’s watching me with a raised eyebrow.

“Like what you see?” He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall.

“A lot.” I square my shoulders and lift my chin, and his eyes scan me from head to toe. My white patent leather pointed toe Jimmy Choos are the exact color of my dress. Despite the freezing temperature, I kept my legs bare. His gaze is leisurely lingering where it wants. As it drifts past my hips, my thighs clench, my stomach muscles contract and then my nipples tighten when his icy gray perusal lingers on them.

When he finally reaches my eyes, I’m struggling not to squirm at the banked heat in his gaze.

“Mr. Davis, Ms. Locklear.” Victoria’s head pokes into the cabin.

We both start slightly and share a small smile, his is full of wicked promise, before we reluctantly turn to look at her.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she flushes and drops her gaze to the carpeted floor briefly before she looks back at us. Her smile is composed again.

“We’re going to be taking off in just a few minutes. Can you take your seats and buckle up? As soon as we’re airborne, you’ll be free to use the plane as you wish. May I offer you another drink before we take off?”

“Can I please have a glass of water?” I ask her.

“I’m fine for now,” he tells her.

“Okay, you buckle in, and I’ll pour you a glass of water.” ‘Than--” His phone rings and he holds up a finger and walks over to sit.

I smile weakly at the buzz-killing Victoria and take my seat next to Graham’s.

He’s got his phone to his ear. “Hey, Dean. Apollo and I are headed to Islamorada for the weekend. Hold off on sending that letter until I get back. My flight’s taking off. I’ll call you when I land. Bye.”

He turns to look at me. “I’m tired. I want to close my eyes for half an hour, okay?” he asks and I yawn, too.

“Sounds good.” I’ve just closed my eyes when his hand touches my arm.

I turn my sleepy eyes toward him and suck in a sharp breath at intense expression in his eyes.

“When we wake up, I’m going to take you to that bed back there, and I’m going to put my mouth on every single inch of your body. And then, I’m going to bury my cock into that sweet pussy that the universe made just for me.” His voice is low, dark, and sultry. I shiver and nod. He lays and a few minutes later, I hear his breathing deepen. I close my eyes and start counting the minutes.

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Two hours later, I scowl at Graham as I stand up to walk to the bathroom. All that talk and I’ve been waiting for him to wake up for the last hour. I stand up and walk past his seat to the door marked as the lavatory.

A small scream rips from my throat when his hand darts out, snags me by the waist and drags me backward until I’m sitting in his lap.

The scream morphs into a giggle when he buries his face in the back of my neck, his jaw still smooth from his shave this morning. His lips tease my skin, and I gasp when I feel his rock-hard erection pressing into my ass. I rock back and forth, and my dress rides up.

“Where you going?” he murmurs into my neck before he sinks his teeth into me.

“Ohhhh.” My moan is short and breathless. “I can’t remember,” I murmur.

I whimper when his hand slips into my hair and groan when he fists it and tugs my head back until it rests on his shoulders. I spread my thighs so my legs straddle his.

“Stand up,” he orders gruffly into my ear and then releases me.

I scoot off his lap and do as he asks.

As soon as I’m standing, I feel the zipper of my dress coming down. The tips of his fingers trail down my back as the fabric falls away. “Your skin is so beautiful, Sunshine.

“Take it off and turn around,” he commands softly. I peel the dress off my shoulders, and it falls into a pool of fabric around my ankles. I step out of it and turn around. His eyes are hooded as he watches me. My pussy quivers.

Oh, yes. I’m so ready.

I take a deep breath and take a step toward my future.

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