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“I’ve heard you say Kingston. More than once.”
He’d told me not to hide, but this was the reason I’d wanted to. I was mortified enough to consider getting off the plane.
“I dream about you too.”
As much as I hadn’t wanted to look at him, now I had to. “Probably that we’re arguing and you want to?—”
“Wearen’targuing, babe.”
It was the second time in a couple of hours that he’d used that word, and it hurt. “Don’t.” I jerked my arm from his grasp and shifted to get up.
“Sit down. We’re about to take off.”
If the pilot hadn’t started taxiing, causing me to lose my balance, I would’ve ignored him.
“Don’t what?” he pressed. “Don’t tell you how often I dream about you? Don’t force you to admit you do too?”
“Don’t call me babe.” I huffed.
“Why? Is that what another of your boyfriends called you?”
Another of my boyfriends? Like that was what he was?
He leaned closer. “Answer me, Charity. Who does that remind you of?”
“You!” I spat. “Right before you told me you hated me.”
“Then what happened?”
“Youknowwhat happened.”
“Say it anyway.” The gravely tone of his voice and the way he seemed to lean closer with every word he spoke sent desire coursing through my body that landed with a thud between my legs.
“We kissed,” I whispered.
He reached up and cupped my cheek. “Do you have any idea how often I think about that kiss?”
“Reaper—”
“Kingston,” he corrected, stroking my cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
“Do what? Talk about the kiss? You’re right.”
He was agreeing with me? Now, I knew I had to be dreaming again. “I am?”
“Why talk about it when we could do it instead, babe?”
In the split second I opened my lips to protest, his mouth descended on mine.
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She was right—weshouldn’t. Not that I could stop myself. I’d thought about the one and only kiss we’d shared so many times I began wondering if I’d imagined it. As soon as my lips met hers and our tongues touched, then moved into battle like our words so often did, I knew I had to have more. If we weren’t on a plane, I’d take it. Hell, I’d take it anyway. I reached up and cupped her breast, running the pad of my thumb over her hardened nipple. When she leaned her body closer, I knew she’d take more too.
The kiss lasted longer than the takeoff, and even then, I wasn’t ready for it to end. When the chimes sounded, indicating we could unfasten our seat belts, I reached for hers and, when she was free of that constraint, put my arm under her and lifted her onto my lap, all without moving my mouth away from hers.
