“I know. I’ll be fine in a little while.”
His beautiful blue eyes are heavy with worry and I pull his head down so I can kiss him. He sweeps his lips across mine in that way he has that makes me quiver inside and runs his fingers through my hair.
“You look beautiful today.” I’m just in blue jeans and a green tank top. I take in his black t-shirt and khaki shorts and grin.
“Back at you, handsome.”
The pilot’s voice comes over the speakers announcing that we’re ready for take-off, what our altitude will be, and how long the flight will be.
Thankfully, it should be a fairly smooth flight.
I hear the engines roar to life and I pull out of Luke’s arm so I can clutch his hand. Within seconds we are racing down the runway and lifting off the ground.
I think I’m going to pass out.
“Breathe, baby.”
I pull in a deep breath and let it out.
“Again. Stay with me, baby, just breathe.”
God, I love him at this moment. His voice is calming me and as we gain altitude and even out, I begin to calm.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
“Can I get you something?” The tall, leggy blonde flight attendant is at our side. I didn’t notice how attractive she was before. “I can fix you some breakfast if you like.”
I shake my head adamantly. “Just water, please.”
“Water for both of us, please.”
We sip on the cool water, Luke’s eyes still trained on my face and I flush just a bit.
“So, whose plane is this?” I ask.
“Spielberg’s.” He grins at me.
Holy fuck.
“As in Steven?” I ask.
“The same. He directed the film that just wrapped that I helped produce.
We’ve worked together a few times. I called in a favor.” He shrugs.
“I am so out of my league with you.” I shake my head.
“What the fuck does that mean?” My head snaps around at his angry outburst and my jaw drops at the glare he’s sending me.
“I’m sorry…” I frown and gaze around the cabin of the plane. This is beyond rich. I know rich. This is Forbes 100 list I-could-buy-a-third-world-country rich.
“This isn’t mine. I borrowed it. I thought you’d like it.”
“I do. All of this is wonderful. You are wonderful. You just overwhelm me sometimes, Luke.”
“Yeah, well, that seems to be contagious then because you have completely beguiled me.” I’m feeling vulnerable and scared and excited and in love, and I just need to be in his arms.
So I unbuckle my belt and fling one leg over his lap and straddle him. His eyebrows rise in surprise, and he grabs my curvy ass in his hands. I love that he’s tall enough that even in this position we’re practically at eye-level. I grip his smooth face in my hands and lean in and kiss him like my life depends on it.
I feel his hands run up and down my back and I grind my center against him.
“Fuck, baby, you make me crazy.”
“Hmm…” I nibble at the corner of his mouth and open my eyes to find his blue gaze on me. “I want you. Make me forget where we are.”
He takes control of the kiss, gripping my hair in his hands and holding my face to his, kissing me like he hasn’t touched me in days.
As if we didn’t make love just this morning.
He reaches between us and unbuckles his belt and lifts me easily, his hands planted firmly on my ass to hold me. I wrap my legs around his lean waist and tangle his hair in my hands, leaning my arms on his shoulders.
“Where are we going?” I murmur.
“Bedroom.” Bedroom? On a plane?
“What’s wrong with the chair we were in?” I lean down and bite his earlobe.
“I’m not giving the flight attendant a fucking show.”
“Oh.” I forgot. This is what he does to me. He makes me forget. And it’s so hot!
He carries me to the rear of the plane and through a door into a small room with a double bed. It has beautiful, inviting linens and pillows in shades of browns and greens.
“Airplane sex!” I straighten in his arms and hold his face in my hands.
“I’ve never had airplane sex.”
He grins wide and kisses my chin.
“Me neither.”
I run my fingers lightly through his soft blonde hair and gaze into his sky blue eyes and can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this beautiful man.
“You are so beautiful.” He frowns at my change of pace, and just stands there in the middle of the room with me draped around him, not putting me down.
He shakes his head and plants a kiss on my collar bone. “I’m nothing special.”
“Oh, honey,” I wrap myself around him and hold on tight. “You are beautiful, inside and out,” I whisper in his ear.
“Naked, now,” he growls and sets me down. I can’t help but laugh as suddenly we are just a tangle of clothes being flung off and flown about the room, both of us anxious to get naked and touch each other.
When the last piece of clothing is shed, Luke grabs for me, pulling me to him in a passionate embrace, but instead of pushing us down onto the bed, he’s cornered me against the wall, leaning his heavy torso and hips against me, his rigid erection pushing against my belly.
He slides his hands down my arms, links his fingers in mine and pulls our hands up above my head, pinning me in place. His gloriously soft mouth is on my neck, sweeping up and down. He captures both of my wrists in one hand and glides the other down my arm and to my breast to worry my nipple between his fingers.
“Fuck, Luke.”
“God, you’re so beautiful. I love how your breast feels in my hand.”
I bow my body off the wall, my hands still pinned above me, in need.
“Hush, baby.” His hand leisurely travels down to my hip and around to my ass where he rubs it softly, then slaps it.
Hard.
“Ah!” I feel his grin in my neck and I bite my lip. How does his slapping my ass turn me on so much? It’s fucking sexy as hell.
“Again,” I whisper.
“Oh, baby,” he kisses my chin and the corners of my mouth, nibbling along my jaw. “You want it rough?”
“Only with you.” And it’s the truth.