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Not now, but another time, when we weren’t on the verge of doing something neither of us was ready for, we were going to have a long talk about her use of that word.
“There’s something I need to say.”
She tried to look away, but I wouldn’t let her.
“Do you know why we’re not going into that stateroom?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure you do, and I need you to.”
“I understand,” she said so softly I could barely hear her.
“You do?”
“I promise.”
The plane was configured with sofa-like seats near the center of the cabin, so I pulled her over to one, then down with me when I sat.
I nestled her in my arms. “I’m glad you understand, because it’s important to me that you’re clear on exactly how much I want to take you into that room, strip off every inch of your clothes, and feel your naked skin on mine.”
Her eyes opened wide.
“How much I want to get to know every inch of your body, every curve and hollow. Take my time learning what makes you writhe beneath me, what it takes to make you gasp, and beg, and fall apart in my arms when I use my mouth, hands, and cock to bring you pleasure.”
She shuddered, her cheeks flushed, and she tried to turn away. “Don’t,” I heard her whisper a second time.
“Hey.” I sank to my knees in front of her. “Don’t what?”
She turned her head more in an effort not to look at me.
I put my hands on either side of her waist. “I need you to talk to me. I need to understand what I did wrong. Please, Charity.”
“I talked, didn’t I?”
“Talked? You lost me, babe.”
When she flinched, I wished I could unsay the word that was never meant to hurt her. Someday, I hoped she’d realize that.
“You said you heard me when I was dreaming.”
“I did. You said my name.”
“But that wasn’t all, was it?”
I couldn’t stop smiling. “I swear you didn’t say anything else. As much as I wanted you to.”
She turned to me. “Then, how did you know?”
My fingers stroked her skin where her sweater had ridden up. “Know what?”
“My dream. All of it.”
I leaned up and brought her closer to me. “I’m pretty sure it’s because I had the same dream.”
“Every curve and hollow? What it takes to make me writhe and beg?”
“Is that what you dreamed I said?”
