Page 12 of Seven Night Stopover

Inappropriate images reeled through her mind, strong enough to make her knees sag. She didn’t think it was their surroundings that had the man giving in to his dirty side. She had a feeling Noah King spoke with that raw sexuality and intent wherever he was.

She thought about whom else he might have said those words to, and a sharp feeling joined the alien emotions swirling through her. No, she didn’t like that feeling. Not one little bit…

Sure fingers speared into her hair and tugged firmly, redirecting her focus back to him. He wasn’t giving her the option to back out. She realized that. Not that she wanted to. She licked her lower lip and he puffed out a breath.

“You can take it as slow as you want. But you need to get on with it. You don’t want me to take over, baby.”

“Why not?” she asked breathlessly.

“Because I’m a greedy, controlling bastard and I won’t be gentle.” There was a trace of apology in the response, but not enough to reassure her that he didn’t mean every word.

The pulse between her legs hammered like a frenzied drumbeat. Again, Leia wondered why she wasn’t running, why her insides continued to fizz with excitement when a guy like him was the last person she needed to be around.

Her stomach hollowed out with another sudden drop followed closely by another. His grip tightened around her, restricting her breathing.

His mouth dropped another fraction, and she could almost feel the firm, warm texture of it on her own.

“Kiss me. Now.” He breathed the words over her mouth.

Fresh tingles shot up her spine. She sucked in a breath, started to rise up on her toes.

Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going through an area of turbulence. We expect this to last between five to ten minutes. If you’re already seated we request you to remain seated with your belt fastened. Otherwise please ask your valet to escort you to the nearest safe area. Thank you.

One corner of Noah’s mouth tilted up. “This would be the perfect time to take this somewhere more private. But I don’t think I’ll make it back to my suite without kissing you.”

She tensed. “You assume I want to return to your suite with you.”

His laugh was tight and rough. “Sweetheart, you’re going to end up there sooner or later. For now, we need a location for you to kiss me without us getting thrown up against the ceiling.” He stepped back and linked his fingers with hers.

She missed his body immediately, but she was glad for the momentary reprieve. Although the way his fingers curled around hers and pulled her behind him told her he didn’t intend for them to remain parted for very long.

“Shouldn’t we find a seat?” she asked.

He looked around and back at her. “All the seats are taken in here. Come with me.”

He left the dance floor and headed for the door. The plane dipped again, making her stumble. His fingers tightened around hers.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Bjorn straighten from where he’d been leaning against the bar, watching them.

Noah must have clocked him too. His eyes narrowed a fraction as they zeroed in on him before his gaze swung to her. “You won’t be needing him anymore,” he said.

“Oh, really? Have you dismissed your hostess too?”

He tugged her in front of him as he reached the hallway and kept his hand on her waist. “Not yet, but she was never going to be an issue.”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at Bjorn, who lingered in the doorway. “I like my valet. He’s sweet.” She waved goodbye, and he nodded and went back inside.

Noah’s nostrils flared. “Yeah, right.”

They hit a large pocket of turbulence, and the plane went into free-fall. She lost her footing and Noah caught her, bracing her against his body with one hand splayed over her stomach. Against her ass, the impressive outline of his cock pressed into her. He flexed his hips. The move was so possessive and hot, desire flared wildly. He held her like that for several seconds, the blaze of lust firing up between them.

Leia scrambled for something to say. Something besides begging him to push his hips deeper into her ass so she would feel even more of his thick cock. “You don’t think he’s sweet?”

“Baby, as long as he stays far away from you, I don’t give a fuck whether your valet is the sweetest guy in the whole fucking world.”

Her breath fractured. “You have a dirty mouth, Mr. King.”

“I can do even dirtier things with it, but only if you beg repeatedly, preferably from a kneeling position.” His mouth brushed the side of her neck again, and another shiver coursed through her. “Come on, I need to get you secure and safe.”

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