Page 22 of Wraith
Quietly, Wraith went through everything. Of course, he left out the fact he’d held Amelia in his arms and had enjoyed every second of it. He didn’t tell his friend how hard Amelia made him and how desperately he wanted to see if she would sink her nails into his shoulders as she climaxed for him.
Tex wanted to move up their departure but Wraith didn’t want to push it. They were already cutting corners to use the runway at the KIA, moving their plans could attract the wrong attention.
“Where is she?” Tex asked.
“Amelia…”
When she looked up, he motioned for her to sit beside him. He offered her one side of the headphones and she tucked it into her ear.
“Amelia, Tex,” Wraith introduced.
“You exist!” Amelia grinned ruefully.
“I assure you ma’am, I’m very real,” Tex told her. “It’s good to see you’re okay.”
“Thank you.”
Tex nodded.
“You guys be careful tonight. I’m still keepin’ and eye on things for you,” Tex said. “Wraith, call me when you guys land.”
Wraith promised he would and soon his screen went black. Amelia handed him back the headphone and shifted away from him just as their food arrived.
“So, he’s the one who will be helping us?” Amelia asked.
Wraith closed the laptop and set it back in his bag. “Yes. If we need it.”
“Good—he has a trusting face.” She seemed thoughtful. “Is he married?”
“Very.” Wraith grunted before shoving a piece of hash-brown into his mouth.
“Too bad. He’s very cute.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
The Kirkland Lake Airportrunway wasn’t as long as the street Liam grew up on. To most people, it would only be a small patch of asphalt leading toward the lake. The first he arrived in Kirkland, he took the easy way out and decided to land there. He almost swallowed his tongue. The plane felt as if it would fall into the water but at the last minute, hit the tarmac and cruised to a stop. From then on, if he had to go anywhere, he drove into Toronto and flew out of Pearson.
But desperate times and all that.
They’ d long since closed down the Kirkland airport to commercial flights. The only thing really allowed to land there were emergencies and air ambulances. Liam wasn’t sure why—perhaps lack of use.
He slowed on the far side of the land and turned off the headlights as he eased to a stop by a fence. It’d been a while since he’d been there. Looking north, he could see a white jet sitting on the darkened tarmac.
He twisted his body to watch Amelia’s sleeping form in the backseat. She must be tired, He was pretty sure she hadn’t slept much since they met. He hated to wake her. He glanced at his watch. They should be at the airport for nine at night. Since they were early—a whole forty-five minutes to spare, he’d let her sleep for about ten more minutes.
Still, he kept looking at her, watching the way the moonlight walked shadows across her dark skin. She’d discarded her jacket on the seat beside her. The top she wore clung to her wonderful curves perfectly.
What a vision…
He tried clearing his throat and turning away, but the unbuttoned top of her shirt was open just right, exposing the delicate swells of her breasts. Wraith found himself wondering if her flesh smelled as soft and fragrant as her neck.
From time to time her nostrils flared.
Wraith smiled.
She shifted then knitted her brows and muttered something in her sleep. When she began tossing about, he reached back and gently rubbed her cheek. “Amelia—wake up.”
She swatted at his hand.
