Page 50 of The Lies We Tell

He was up in a flash, yanking her out of her seat and tugging her hard into his lap. Hands sliding into her hair, he brought her mouth a hair’s breadth from his.

“Say that again.”

“You’re the only man I’ve ever had sex with,” she whispered.

He crushed his mouth to hers, tongue sliding past her lips to take, hands fisting in her hair to hold her in place. She groaned against his roughness, but that only seemed to spur him on, shifting her on his lap and angling her jaw to take the kiss deeper.

“I would have gone slower if I knew,” he said, tilting his head to trail a line of kisses down the column of her throat.

“I didn’t want you to go slower. I wanted exactly what you gave me, what I asked for.”

He nibbled her shoulder, hands sliding up under her shirt to graze his thumb over her nipple through her sheer lace bra. “I could have hurt you,” he said, sounding outraged at the thought.

“You didn’t.”

“You were innocent.”

She laughed, and he pulled away sharply. “I said I was a virgin, Matteo, not a saint. You have heard of dildos before, right? Vibrators.” He growled low in his chest, his fingers tightening on her nipple. “Toys,” she said, gasping softly.

“Toys,” he murmured, scraping his teeth against her jaw. “Now I know exactly what to buy you next.”

She groaned, squirming on his lap, then jolting when the flight attendant cleared her throat.

“We’re ready for takeoff, Il Signore.”

Matteo made a grunt of acknowledgment, but didn’t stop his exploration of Tessa’s skin with his lips.

“I think that means we need to put our seatbelts on,” Tessa said, giving his shoulder a light shove even as she leaned into his kisses.

Sighing, Matteo shifted her into the chair next to his and reached for her belt, buckling it over her lap.

“We are absolutely not finished with the direction of this conversation,” he assured her, securing his own seatbelt and gesturing to the flight attendant that they were ready.

“That can be another first,” she said with a grin. “Joining the mile-high club.”

Chapter Nineteen

They had barely reached cruising altitude before Matteo was fumbling for her seatbelt, popping the catch and yanking her back onto his lap. Tessa’s heart was pounding furiously; from the way his hands urgently roamed her body or the speed of takeoff, she wasn’t sure.

His lips found hers again, demanding and possessive, as he pushed the hem of her sweater over her hips and stomach. He’d exposed the lacy underside of her bra before she came to her senses and pushed his hands back down.

“Wait.”

“I did wait.” He pressed his hand against her lower back to grind his cock against her ass. “We’re in the air, and I want to see how many times I can make you come in two hours.” He started to peel her shirt off again.

“Matteo. The dressing room was one thing, but I’m not having sex with you in full view of three other people.”

“The cockpit door is closed,” he assured her, sighing when she crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine,” he grumbled, motioning for her to stand and taking her hand.

He moved to the back of the plane, taking a seat on the sofa and pulling her down to straddle his thighs before reaching around her to a control pad. After quickly tapping a series of buttons, a partition behind them slid closed, hiding the rest of the plane and staff from view.

She looked at him with wide eyes, and he chuckled.

“This couch folds out into a small bed, so there’s a door for privacy.” He gripped the hem of her shirt. “Feel better?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Good.”

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