Page 8 of 14 Night Tryst

Logan is about to say something when the pilot’s voices filters through the speakers into the aircraft informing us that we are ready for take-off and going through all the flight details.

“Istanbul here we come.” Logan drawls with a smile as the wheels lift off the runway and we take-off.

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The first hourinto the flight Logan is working on his laptop, and I’m curled up on the leather seat reading Pride and Prejudice. Not that I was able to focus or take a damn word in with him in such close proximity. While Logan is engrossed with whatever he is working on, I discreetly admire him over the top of my book.

Mm, that face.I wonder how long it took for God to create this fine specimen of a man. Those eyes, those sinful lips, every inch of him is just perfect. Even the small scar above his eyebrow just adds to his sex appeal. “If you keep looking at me like that Wildfire, we’re going to have a verybigproblem.” I blink, quickly shaking out of the trance I’m caught up in.

Oh, crap! He caught me staring at him.

Fucking kill me now.

Okay, Savi, we can play this little snafu one of two ways. You either play dumb and pretend you weren’t just caught gawping at him like a starry-eyed fool, or you own it and flirt a little with him.

To hell with it, I’ll take door number two.

Closing my book, I set it on the table between us and fix him with a sultry look. “It’s a good thing I’m rather proficient in solving problems then,” I say and sweep my eyes over the length of him and smile. “Especiallybig ones.”

It’s wrong, flirting with him, I know that, but I can’t help it. This divine man has given me a taste of something I never knew I needed, and now like an addict I’m chasing that high with the one person that can give it to me. “There’s only one solution to this problem and I assure you Wildfire, I’ve already gone through every possible scenario in my head long before you took that seat,” he states, leaning closer. “And every single one ends with me spreading you out in front of me on this very table and eating that delectable pussy of yours until this unrelenting hunger I have for you is satiated.”

Holy mother of Hercules

A rush of warm liquid arousal trickles from my pussy and soaks my panties instantly, and it’s followed by a needy ache so profound I moan raucously. My brain and bodily functions are momentarily incapacitated while I sit there and process his words. I wasn’t expecting him to come back withthatat all, so it’s thrown me. And damn, I forgot how good he was at talking filthy.

“If you’re waiting or expecting me to deny you that gratification, you’ll be waiting a while, because there is not a single thing about what you just said that I don’t want, Logan.” Logan eyes me closely when I lean in, placing my elbow on the table and resting my chin in my palm. “But you already know that.” I add and squeal inwardly when I see the flash of desire ignite in those molten eyes.

“I do, and a part of me really wishes that you’d deny me Wildfire, because it would make resisting that little bit easier,” he admits openly, and it takes every bit of strength I have to stop myself from crawling over the small table between us and kiss him.

“And what’s the other part of you wishing for?” Logan smirks, eyes aglow while he stares into my eyes so attentively.

“To make good on my previous assertion and spend the next thirteen hours making you come in every way imaginable as we fly through every single country.” A shiver of desire passes through me and raises goosebumps all over my skin at the imagery.

Is there really another response to that other than ‘I’m ready Daddy, please take me’?

Shit.

“It’s truly a shame we can’t follow through with that then, because it would absolutely surpass pretending to read a book for the next couple of hours.” I reply, my voice breathy and discernibly laced with arousal. Keeping my eyes on Logan’s, I comb my fingers through my wavy hair and sigh audibly. Logan also inhales deeply, his buff chest rising and then falling when he exhales slowly as though he’s battling with himself for control.

“Savi, I—”

“Mr. Peirce, Miss West?” The flight attendant suddenly appears and interrupts whatever Logan was about to say. Though, I have a very good idea I know exactly what he was about to say. “Can I get you something to drink?” Logan and I continue to stare at one another meaningfully for a beat until I break eye contact to look at her.

“Can I get a water, please?” I request and she smiles politely and looks over at Logan who shakes his head, thanks and dismisses her.

Sinking back into my seat, feeling a little deflated, I cross my arms over my chest and look out the window. Obviously, I knew going in that this was going to be difficult for us both, but fuck me, it’s more challenging than I initially thought.

Oh well, I suppose it’s back to Mr. Darcy for me, then.

I’m goingto ram my head into the wall.Repeatedly.

Because the only way I’m going to stop these improper thoughts invading my mind is if I’m brain dead.

I don’t know what I was thinking saying those things to her because it most certainly didn’t help the unbearable tension loitering between us. If anything, it’s intensified it.

God, just look at her. She’s so fucking beautiful. My dick has been throbbing in my jeans from the moment I saw her step out of the car in those tight denim jeans that hug her peachy ass to perfection and the white frilly top that’s hanging loose on her shoulders is exposing just enough cleavage to make my head hazy.

I don’t know how long I can keep fighting off these urges. I’m teetering on the edge; that last thread of control is wearing thin with every lick and gentle bite of her lips. Or the way she keeps pushing her hand through her wavy hair and messing it up a little as she pushes it to one side while reading.

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