My breath caught and I stupidly froze. It’d been a few months since I’d had sex and even then it hadn’t been good. It’d been years since I hadgoodsex. Having a man with Zane’s raw sex appeal whisper into my ear while his all-man scent flooded my senses was dangerous.
Zane’s fingers pressed harder into my flesh and he let out a low growl. “If you keep looking up at me with those fuck-me eyes, I’m not going to be responsible for how I react.”
I couldn’t be sure but I might’ve yelped. That threat sent me stumbling up the aisle to the tiny bathroom, my purse banging into each seat I passed. I rushed through half a dozen apologies before I was able to slip inside the bathroom and lock the door. I dropped my purse in the sink and silently swore when the water automatically came on.
I moved it to the floor and then gripped the counter and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like shit. There was no other way to put it. I was still blotchy and red from my run across the airport, my hair was sticking out in every direction, the baby hairs around my face doing their best to make me look like a puffer fish. The dark bags under my eyes made me look older than my twenty-eight years and there were multiple stains on my t-shirt from my awful morning.
I’d run into my rockstar ex-boyfriend while looking like I’d just gone through some sort of apocalyptic event. Wasn’t that just my luck? Bending down to grab my makeup bag from my purse, I smacked my forehead on the counter and stumbled backwardsonto the toilet. Groaning, I didn’t let it slow me down more than that. I got back up and began working on my face.
Some concealer and bronzer brought me back to life and a quick swipe of my hairbrush made my bun more cute messy bun and less horrific messy bun. There was nothing I could do about the stains on my shirt but I finished off with a pop of cherry lip-gloss and felt at least slightly more presentable.
I couldn’t do much about preparing mentally for facing an hours-long flight next to Zane so I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door, as ready as I was ever going to be. I gasped when I looked up and on the other side of the door was Zane, his hands gripping the frame as he stared at me with hunger in his bedroom eyes.
I told myself to step out of the bathroom and go back to my seat. When Zane stepped forward, though, I stepped backwards, deeper into the bathroom.
3
***Claire***
Zane shut the door behind him and the sound of the lock clicking into place was loud in the small space. His scent was thicker as he slid his arms around my waist and tugged me into his chest. His eyes were smoldering as he slid one hand down to cup my ass through my thin leggings and the other one up to grip the back of my neck.
The next moment in time seemed to stretch on and on as we stared at each other, neither of us moving. Our eyes saying the things we never said. The air even seemed frozen between us. I waited for my brain to snap me out of the trance but before it did, Zane moved. I felt the puff of his breath against my mouth just before his lips. Then time exploded around us as I sucked in a sharp inhale and reached for him.
He held me tighter while I tangled my hands in his silky hair the same way I always had. I loved it but I knew his scalp was sensitive and I wanted him to feel the same burning need that Idid. He responded by nipping my lip and forcing his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like spearmint on my tongue.
I raked my nails over his scalp and whimpered as he gripped my ass harder and then slid his hand down to pull my leg up around his waist. He was hard against my middle and I felt dizzy knowing that he wanted me that badly. He gripped my bun and yanked it free so my hair spilled down around our faces. My chest pressed against his and my nipples ached painfully. Like he had all the right to do it, he slipped his hand under my shirt and cupped my breast, raking his thumb over my nipple until I gasped.
Zane groaned and pulled back enough to yank my shirt over my head. “Fuck, Claire.”
I pulled his mouth back to mine and tugged at his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He dropped both hands to my ass and picked me up so he could put me on the counter. The sink came on and I felt the cold water on my ass but I just scooted forward and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me hard and cupped my breasts with his hands. His fingers were rough from his guitar and the feel of them on my skin was enough to make me want to beg.
“Zane.” Running my hands over his shoulders and across his back, I tried to feel all of him that I could. Down to his tight ass and around to the hard cock pressing into me. I cupped him through his pants and we both groaned.
“Goddammit, Claire. Can you be quiet?” When I didn’t answer right away, too focused on kissing my way across his strong jaw, he gripped the back of my hair and tightened his hold until I looked up. “I’m about to sink nine inches deep into you, baby, and I need to know if you can keep quiet. You never were very good at that before.”
Shivers went up and down my spine at the promise in his voice. My entire body felt like one giant nerve ending, throbbingfor more of his touch. Before I could fully process what he was saying, there was a firm knock at the door.
“Excuse me? I’m sorry but you both need to leave the lavatory and return to your seats.”
I shoved Zane away from me and covered my face with my hands. I was mortified and I suddenly remembered very well what went along with hooking up with Zane. It was far from the first time we’d been caught in a compromising position but I was way too close to thirty to feel anything other than horrified by it.
“Just a minute.” Zane pressed his palms to the tops of my thighs and growled my name in his gravel-filled voice. “Look at me.”
I needed my shirt. Jesus, where was it? I pushed him away again and slid off the counter, which just put me right in Zane’s arms again. Still, I refused to look at him.
“Stop freaking out, C. I’ll tip the flight staff and buy everyone a drink or three.” He gripped my face and tilted it up to his. “It’s fine. We’re both adults.”
“I don’t do this kind of stuff anymore, Zane. Just…find my shirt and let me get back to my seat.” I tore my gaze from his and saw my worst-case scenario. My shirt was in the toilet. I groaned and sank back into the sink. “Shit.”
Zane was quick to react. He pulled his t-shirt off and didn’t wait for my permission before he pulled it over my head. It left him in a simple white tank top that showed off what felt like miles and miles of beautiful ink. “I’ll buy you another shirt.”
With his warmth and scent surrounding me, my nipples didn’t get the memo that we were putting the brakes on. I hastily pulled my hair back into a bun and spun around so I could make sure I didn’t have lip-gloss smeared all over my face. “I don’t need your money, Zane. I can buy a new shirt all on my own.”
“I know. I also know you could’ve flown first class today but didn’t upgrade your seat yourself. You’re still a prepper, aren’tyou, baby?” He leaned in, pressing his still erect dick against my ass. The new position was one of my favorites and it had me gripping the counter with white knuckles.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan and then his words penetrated my lust-fueled fog. “How did you…? You didn’t. Zane, tell me that you weren’t the one who upgraded my seat.”