Page 132 of Drop Shot
He flashes me a wicked grin. “I haven’t crossed that off my bucket list. Can you blame me for wanting to do something new with my favorite girl?”
“I…” I look around again and whisper under my breath, “They’ll hear.”
“Come on,” he croons, leaning in to brush his lips against my ear. “Don’t you think you can manage to be quiet for a little bit?”
“She’s going to know what we’re up to even if I’m silent,” I retort, probably sassier than necessary if his growing smirk is anything to go by. His dimple is deep enough that I think I could use it as a coin slot.
“Baby, you couldn’t besilentif you tried. As for her, she’ll be way up here and we’ll be way back there. I’m an athlete. I need my rest. She won’t suspect a thing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He opens his mouth to reply, but the attendant appears at his side and leans over to face both of us. “Do you two need anything before we take off?”
“I’m good. Whim?”
“Could I have a water, please?” This conversation has made me particularly parched.
“Of course. I’ll be right back with that.”
“See? She’s oblivious,” Elias says in a tone that can only be described as giddy.
“I highly doubt that. It’s not like she’s going to call us out.”
Sobering, he says, “I’m only messing with you. You know I wouldn’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
I think of the locker room—how thrilling that was—and squeeze my thighs together. “I know,” I whisper. “I’m … I’ve never been very adventurous with sex,” I admit. “But I am curious.”
That piques his attention. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done before me?”
My face burns hot and I’m saved momentarily from answering by the flight attendant handing me a bottle of water and going over pre-flight instructions.
I don’t reply until we’re headed for the runway. “Car sex.”
I’m fairly certain the noise that comes out of Elias is him nearly swallowing his tongue.
“That’sthe kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?”
“It was in the school parking lot,” I mumble. “Does that count for something?”
“A little.” He shrugs. “I hate to admit it, but I kind of like that I get to explore these things with you. Bring you out of your sexual shell so to speak.” His hand finds mine, holding tight as we prepare for takeoff. “I like having firsts with you.”
“You’ve really never done it on a plane before?” I ask as the plane rears back. I squish my eyes closed, wishing I had pulled the dino stuffie out of my bag to hold onto.
“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’.
I crack open one eye. “You have me intrigued.”
It’s not that I’m entirely against it. It’s just out of my comfort zone. Like the locker room was—and Ilovedthat. There was an added thrill at the possibility of being caught. It made it that much hotter and more intense.
When I look at Elias fully, he’s grinning ear to ear, knowing he’s won me over.
The minute we’re allowed to get out of our seats he undoes both our belts and drags me to the back of the plane where the bedroom is.
He peppers kisses down my neck, instantly erasing any of my worry over the flight attendant. Besides, he’s right—she’s at the front of the plane and before we came back here, she was glued to her book.
“I want you all the time,” Elias murmurs. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Mm,” I hum, leaning my head back to give him more access to my neck and the bare skin of my collarbone. I think I know exactly what he means, though, because it’s the same for me when it comes to him.
