Page 49 of Thirst Trap
His silence was deafening.
She laughed softly, stretching out like a cat. “You’re adorable when you’re feral.”
The jet hummed. Lucas stared at his file, jaw locked, eyes unfocused.
Maddison sipped again. “Tell me when we land. I’ll be good until then. Probably.”
His mutter was almost inaudible. She caught two words.
“Demon woman.”
And softer “Mine.”
***
Lucas hadn’t looked up in ten minutes. Not since Maddison’s bare foot started tracing lazy circles up his calf.
“You’re impossible,” he ground out, death-gripping the armrest.
“I’m just trying to get comfortable,” she said sweetly. “Private jets make me fidgety.”
Her foot slid higher.
“We are going to land in under two hours. Can you wait?”
“Nope.”
She stood, hips swaying as she walked the narrow aisle. She paused in the private bathroom.
Turned. “Coming?”
He didn’t move.
“Or should I do it myself?”
He was up in a second.
The door clicked shut behind them. Cramped, mirror-lined, luxury within limits. Maddison didn’t care.
She shoved him back against the counter, lips at his throat. “Say it.”
His pulse hammered under her mouth.
“Say you want me.”
“I’ve always wanted you.”
Her kiss was rough, urgent. Hands tearing at his shirt, belt, dragging him down.
“Then stop pretending,” she growled. “Stop holding back.”
His grip locked on her hips. “You drive me insane.”
“Good.” She hiked her dress up and straddled him, sinking down slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Go insane for me.”
Lucas let out a strangled groan, forehead dropping against hers as he buried himself inside her.
“Fuck, Maddison…”
