Page 11 of Seven Night Stopover

Sharp eyes bore into hers, speculation narrowing them. Hell, she should’ve kept her mouth shut. Now she sounded like some mind control freak.

“You haven’t answered my earlier question—what else do I need to know?”

“Oh, right.” She scrambled for ways to explain without scaring him away or opening the floodgates for more questions. “I have a small thing about being touched.”

Blue eyes that defied coherent description pried her words apart. After several seconds, he said, “I don’t think it’s as small as you make it out to be.”

She hesitated, afraid of driving him away. “All I needed was to be the one to touch you. That’s all. I won’t need to orientate myself again.”

“You mean now you’ve touched me I can touch you back anytime I want?” There was a mixture of puzzlement and pleasure in his voice. The former made anxiety flare deep within her. The latter sent her pulse soaring even higher.

“Something like that.”

His answer was to squeeze her tighter. “That’s good to know, Leia Michaels.”

She looked up, and he stared down at her. Assessing.

They gave up any pretense of dancing and just swayed to the music. His hand drifted down her back to the waistband of her pants.

The knowledge that his hand was a few scant inches from her ass slowly coiled tension in her stomach.

Whatever she’d imagined when she’d signed herself on this trip had been blown to smithereens in a few short minutes. Clawing hunger sank deeper hooks, sending sparks to her clenching sex.

There was a time when Leia had thought she would never feel this way. Never get over her turbulent past to even contemplate the idea of sex again. So much so that she’d been surprised when the hunger had started a few months after she’d turned twenty-one.

At first, she’d tried to ignore it. When she hadn’t succeeded, she’d bought a few self-pleasuring gadgets.

Dr. Hatfield, her therapist, had encouraged her to use them on a regular basis. But even they hadn’t kept the need at bay. Now she feared she was a hot, sexually frustrated time bomb.

She’d reached the point where she couldn’t close her eyes without dreaming about hot hands on her body. Or a hard cock pounding into her.

Except reality was different. She couldn’t just go out and hunt down the first willing male she came across. A part of her was horrified thatthiswould have to be the solution to her banishing her demons.

Aside from her very real triggers that could flare up at any time, she was Leia Michaels, heiress to a fortune most people dreamed about…

Warm lips brushed the side of her neck, forcing reality and sensation through her body. She gasped and shuddered hard.

“Easy, baby. Your finger has been caressing my neck for the last few minutes. I had to take something before I lost my mind.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, don’t apologize. In the interest of getting to know one another, I like your fingers on my neck. Your mouth would be even better. But I can wait.”

They hit a pocket of turbulence and the plane dropped. Her nails dug into his neck and his eyes darkened dramatically. His lips parted and she caught a glimpse of his wet tongue.

Her nipples puckered into hard, painful nubs, imagining that wetness flicking against her sensitive peaks. Blood roared through her ears as she pictured herself kissing him.

“Do you want to kiss me, Leia?”

The question was forceful, demanding an immediate answer.

She nodded before she could stop herself. “Yes.”

“Then do it.”

She gasped and looked around. “Right… here?”

“I don’t think you want to go anywhere private with me just yet, sweetheart. I won’t stop at just kissing you. I’m into a lot of things, but I’m not into voyeurism. So yes, right here. Where you’re safe from me tearing your clothes and fucking you until you pass out in front of everyone.”

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