Page 13 of Seven Night Stopover

His large hand returned to her waist and urged her down the hallway in the opposite direction of where she’d come earlier with Bjorn. After a few feet, the hallway widened into six separate alcoves, three on either side, each holding a thick fold-up leather seat. He pulled down the nearest one and pushed her into it.

It was only after she sat that Leia noticed the couple in the seat farthest from them.

Her mouth dropped open at the blatant spectacle. The man was seated with his trousers around his ankles and the woman, with her dress bunched up around her waist, was on her knees in front of him. One of his hands was buried in her hair and the other fondled her naked breast as she sucked on his engorged cock. The plane jerked through another series of turbulent air pockets. They both groaned as if the tinge of danger added to their pleasure.

“Leia.”

Noah was on his knees in front of her. Even at his diminished height, he still towered over her. She looked up, and her breath caught at his intense expression. “Yes?”

“Eyes on me, baby.” There was a ruthless command in his voice that demanded her attention.

The man gave another loud moan, and Leia swallowed.

Noah caught her chin in his hand. “I’m going to secure the belt around your waist. Tell me if it’s too tight.”

She looked down in surprise and noticed two wide belts hanging from either side of the chair. It wasn’t the standard-issue airplane seatbelt. It was made of leather and three timeswider but with a release catch in the middle of the buckle-like fastening.

He slipped the ends through their holes and pulled. The belt gripped her in place from below her breasts to the top of her pants. The corset-like effect pushed her breasts out, and her aroused nipples pressed boldly against the material of her top.

With quick movements, he secured the second and third buckles, then looked into her face. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she responded, struck all over again by the intensity in his stunning blue eyes and the rugged beauty of his face. “Aren’t you going to take a seat?” she asked to cover the fact that she was fighting the need to reach out and touch him again, make sure he was real.

The plane jerked sideways, and she gasped. He smiled, shook his head and ran his hand down her waist to her hips. “No, baby, I’m staying right here until I collect what you owe me.”

“The kiss?”

His hand drifted down her thighs, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He stared at the movement as if the friction he was creating mesmerized him. He reached her knees and raised his head. “Yes. The kiss. Are you ready?”

Breathless, she nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” He hooked his hands behind her knees and gripped her tight. “Open for me, Leia.”

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Noah studied her face to see her reaction to his rough command. He needed to know how well she responded to demands. How far he could push before her walls went up.

Because she had walls. Hell, her body practically screamed their presence. She was here to fight her own demons. There were too many shadows in her eyes for that not to be the case. His every sense screamed at him to go slow.

Which was proving to be a living hell as her sexuality and sexiness called to him from a level he hadn’t experienced since the time he’d been introduced to the edgier, more rewarding side of sex on his twenty-first birthday.

He glanced down at the belt holding her in place, and his blood roared through his veins. The memory of her ass pressed against his groin when the plane had bucked around them, added to the fire spreading through him.

He sucked in a controlling breath as her thighs parted in answer to his demand. He waited for the gap to widen enough before he positioned himself between them. He’d have to loosen her seatbelt for the juncture of her thighs to become flush against his desperately hard cock.

Deciding to forgo that pleasure for the moment, he let her stay put. Seeing her pinned against the chair was enough for now. Besides, his hands on her thighs were firing up enough pleasure through him to threaten his steel-hard erection to breaking point.

And they were yet to kiss.

Angling his head toward her, he brought his mouth within brushing distance of hers. “Taste me. Now.”

The couple engaged in cunnilingus were getting louder. The guy uttered a filthy instruction, and Leia swallowed, another blush creeping into her cheeks.

That persistent sign of innocence sent a trace of caution through him. He pulled back. “How old are you, Leia?”

One perfectly curved eyebrow lifted at the question. “Won’t your mother be even more ashamed to hear you asking a woman her age? How old areyou?”

His jaw tightened. “My mother’s not here, and I’m thirty-one. Answer the question.”

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