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I weaved my fingers in her hair, holding her where I wanted her and thrusting my tongue into her mouth like I wanted to do with my cock in her pussy.
When she shifted so my hardness rested in the exact place I wanted it to be, we both groaned. Instead of letting her pull away, I tightened my grip on her hair, angled her face, andpressed harder against her mouth. I needed to possess it—possess her—and there was no way I’d let go now.
“Straddle me,” I said through our still-touching lips.
“Kingston—”
I gripped her neck when she tried to move away instead. “Do it,” I demanded.
The sound she made was halfway between a moan and a whine when I lifted her off my lap, spread her legs, then forced her down. I shifted closer to the front of the seat, cursing myself for not doing this last night when all I would have had to do was tear off my clothes, get under the blanket on her bed, and turn her dream into reality.
I gripped her ass, moving her against my growing cock. God, how I wished there weren’t layers of clothes between us. The first thing I’d do if there weren’t, would be to switch places, spread her legs, and get a taste of the other lips I craved. If only…if only we had a…Wait a minute—we did have a bed. Or the plane did. Two, in fact. It wasn’t the first time I’d been on this particular aircraft, and I was certain the two doors in the cabin’s aft opened to staterooms.
Except, what would Charity think if I suggested we make use of one? Would she think that was all I wanted from her? A quick fuck while we were thousands of feet in the air? Would she think I’d let loose of my control, finally giving in to the overwhelming need I had to feel her naked body against mine? Would she think sex was all I wanted when, in reality, there was so much more?
Breaking our kiss, I wrapped my arms around her, knowing that, within seconds, she’d likely allow her insecurity to drive her actions and she’d retreat from me the way she always did.
I longed for the day when she finally didn’t. When she’d trust me enough not to raise her walls, but to let me in to stay.
She wriggled, but I wrapped a second arm around her and tightened my grip. “Let me hold you,” I practically begged.
“Hold more of me.” She removed my arm from around her and brought my hand to her breast. “Touch more of me.”
My cock surged, growing harder until it was painful.
“I need to taste you.” I captured her nipple between my fingers. “Will you let me, Charity?”
She whimpered and nodded.
I started to snake my hand up her sweater, but stopped myself. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
The way her lip quivered, I feared she was about to cry.
“Listen to me.” I grasped her nape with one hand and reached around to squeeze the cheek of her bottom with the other. “There’s a bed on this plane.”
She gasped. “There is?”
“But I don’t want you to think?—”
“Where?”
“In the aft, but?—”
She wiggled herself free of my grasp, climbed off my lap, and stepped into the aisle. “Back there?”
I chuckled when she grabbed my hand and tried to pull me from the seat. I quickly released the seat belt before it did damage to the one part of my body I needed to be in top form for the rest of the flight. At least, I prayed I did.
Except, when her steps slowed to a stop halfway to the rear, I knew I didn’t. And if she hadn’t hesitated, I also knew I would have.
Her eyes scrunched when she turned to face me, but her body melted into mine when I pulled her close.
Which one of us would say it first? Should I let her, or was she waiting for me?
I reached down, put my finger on her chin, and raised her face to look at me.
“Charity—”
She reached up and covered my mouth with her hand. “Don’t.”
