Page 14 of Venomous Kiss
When I park, she parks next to me. The plane is already up and running by the time we arrive. Walking up to Lilith, I offer her my hand, but she doesn’t reach for it. Instead, she fixates on the white six-seater plane I plan to pilot.
“I’ve never been to Nashville.” She runs her fingers through her copper-colored hair, and as she does, the shirt she has on rides up. I catch a glimpse of her bare skin and can’t look away.
“Reon.”
“Yes?”
“Do you plan to fuck me on that plane?” She nods in its direction.
“Yes. While I’m flying it.” I grab her bag from the back seat and head for the plane. At first, I don’t hear her footsteps behind me, and when I turn around, she is chewing on her bottom lip, weighing her options. “Caterpillar. Come on.”
“Are you sure you want me to join you? I’m not the fuck and forget, easy-going woman you may think I am. You may tire of the dark thoughts that overrun my mind. They don’t stop. They never stop. I’ve accepted the fact, but it’s one thing my husband truly hated about me,” she yells as her voice starts to get drowned out by the machines on the tarmac.
“Okay.” I’m unsure of what else to say to her. Women don’t open up to me. Shit, I tend to gag them when I fuck them, and then I leave.
Yet here I am, inviting her to go away with me for work after one night together.
And carrying her fucking bag, at that, while she screams at me about how bad her thoughts are.
“I’m not normal,” she states matter-of-factly.
“What even is normal?” I turn and keep walking toward the stairs leading to the plane’s door. I feel her get closer, and when we reach the stairs, I wave for her to go first. I follow, staring at her magnificent ass and the way she holds herself—pure fucking perfection.
I take her to the cockpit, sit her down in the co-pilot’s chair, and lean over her to buckle her up.
“Are you really going to fly us?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Well, see that seat there? That’s the pilot seat. I’ll be?—”
“That’s not what I meant. Who taught you to fly? Can you be trusted with my life? I don’t even know you. I might like the idea of death, but not my own.” If I weren’t looking at her, I would think she is worried. But I can see she is anything but concerned that she might die. No, instead, a sparkle in her eyes brightened when she mentioned trusting me with her life.
“You didn’t know me when you invited me into your home and let my cock slide into you.”
“I was angry at my husband, and you seemed like the perfectly delicious solution.” As she says it, she licks her lips.
“Still want me to fuck you even without the potential of your husband walking in?”
Lilith nods. “If you choke me again, sure, why not?” She shrugs.
“I have a better idea.” I pull away and go to close the door. Checking my phone, I note several messages from Earl. I reply to one, telling him I’m making the delivery to Nashville, and I’ll be back tomorrow. Stepping back into the cockpit, I see her staring at everything.
“You’ve never seen a cockpit before?” I ask.
“I’ve never been on a plane before,” Lilith replies with no disappointment, just stating a fact.
“Flying is my second favorite thing to do,” I tell her.
“What’s your third favorite thing to do?” she asks as I buckle myself in.
“Fucking.”
“I assumed that would be your first favorite thing.” Chocolate eyes lock onto mine. “What’s your first, then?”
I give her a smirk and turn away from those traps she has set.
