Chapter Five
Cooper closed his hands around Kayla’s waist. This was the second time she kissed him all on her own, and each time the desire inside of him grew closer to boiling over. He was pushing his restraint to the max, but he couldn’t resist her. She might be warm and welcoming now, but once her feet were on solid ground again, she would return to her senses.
Once she wasn’t afraid of dying.
But if he could make her come apart in his arms one time before they parted, he’d be happy. He slid his hand under the blanket again, his fingers trailing over the soft skin of her upper thigh.
She gasped when his palm made contact with her bare leg, but he kept his lips pressed against hers. Her legs parted under the blanket, and he slid his fingers higher, brushing against the soft satin of her panties. Something inside of him demanded he show her how good he could make her feel before she walked away from him forever.
Something to remember him by.
He didn’t have much time to waste—it wasn’t a particularly long flight from Maine to North Carolina—but if he was right, she would be ready. Slipping his fingers inside her panties, he felt her dampen his fingers instantly. He deepened his kiss and thrust his fingers deep inside her, thanking God for the dim lights, distracted passengers, and the blanket.
But still…he had to make it less obvious what he was doing.
He broke off and whispered in her ear, “Don’t you move or make any noise. I’m going to make you come, but you can’t make a sound. Got it?”
She nodded frantically, her breath coming out fast and soft.
He reached into the seat pocket with his free hand and opened up a SkyMall magazine on his lap, staring down at it as his fingers worked over her. “Close your eyes,” Cooper whispered, his focus on the seat in front of him. “Pretend you’re asleep.”
She slammed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip, her p-ssy clenching down all around him as he rubbed his thumb against her *. She was so tight and hot and wet…
He held back a groan when she squirmed, her body restlessly begging him for more. He moved his thumb over her * even harder, making sure to keep pressure there, while thrusting inside of her with his fingers. Harder. Faster.
F*ck, she was going to kill him with those tiny little breaths she kept letting out.
She rocked her hips as he moved within her, and he lifted a knee under the blanket to hide her frantic movements. He could tell by the way her tight p-ssy was clenching down on his fingers that she was close. So f*cking close. And damn if he wasn’t close to ruining his damn pants, too, just from touching her.
He wished more than anything that they weren’t on an airplane right now.
If only they were in a hotel room where she could scream his name without holding back. Where he could make her beg for his touch. Where he could do more.
“Come for me,” he whispered, thrusting harder and pressing his thumb more insistently against her.
“C-Cooper,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He glanced around, making sure no one heard, then returned his attention to her flushed face. She looked so damn erotic right now, on the precipice of orgasm. She bit down harder on her lip, and he wished more than ever that his cock could be buried inside her when she came.
“Yes. That’s it,” he whispered, scraping his thumb against her sensitive *. She pumped her hips one last time, and then her body went tense, her p-ssy squeezing down on him as she exploded. He didn’t let up on her once she relaxed, instead he brushed his thumb over her * and wiggled his fingers again.
She tensed again, her cheeks even more red, and this time he withdrew his hand from between her legs. She collapsed against her seat, breathing heavily. Satisfaction poured through his veins.
The fasten seatbelts sign came on with a ding. Kayla’s eyes went wide, and he saw a mixture of awe and embarrassment in her expression. “Oh my God.”
He offered her an easy grin, even though his blood was pounding in his head and his cock was so f*cking hard it hurt to move. “Now buckle up. We’re about to land, if I’m not mistaken.”
She tugged down her skirt and fastened her seatbelt with shaking fingers, and he busied himself with adjusting his khakis to allow room for his painful erection. Jesus Christ, he’d never been so turned on in his life.
And yet…even he was a little shocked at what they’d just done. Hell, he didn’t go around f*cking women in public. Granted, he didn’t actually f*ck her, but still.
He’d made her come—on an airplane, of all places.
What had gotten into him? And why couldn’t he wait to get his hands on her again? On the plane, in the airport, in a hotel. He didn’t care where or when, but he needed more. She intoxicated him in every way.
He drew in a deep breath and looked at her, prepared for anything from tears to anger. Instead, she held up one of her crazy little wipes at him, her eyes on his hands, as calm as can be. “Here. For your hand.”
He let out a short laugh then swallowed it down. He’d expected her to panic about landing or about, oh, he didn’t know, f*cking coming in front of a whole plane, and she handed him a sanitary wipe? The woman was unbelievable. “Seriously?”
She turned beet red. “Sure, why not?”
He took the wipe from her and cleaned his fingers, his thoughts scattered. “You have something for any situation in that thing, don’t you?”
“Pretty much.” She shrugged and dropped her gaze. Then peeked back up at him from behind her hair. “I like to be prepared. Oh, and thanks, by the way. For all the distracting.” She flushed even more. “You went above and beyond the call of duty. So…yeah. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said dryly.
The way she clutched her hands together tightly told him all he needed to know about her. She might pretend that it wasn’t a huge issue to her, but she was clearly nervous as hell. Their eyes met, but instead of calming him down…she fueled him on.
She might think this was the end of their time together, but if he had anything to say about it…it was only the beginning.
…
Well, that had certainly been a plane ride like no other.
Ever since Cooper had made her come with his fingers and a few whispered words, she’d been at a loss for what to say. He seemed to accept this without question, though. In fact, he’d been holding her hand and comforting her as they descended.
Who was this man, and what planet did he come from? In her experience, men like Cooper weren’t real. They existed purely in the pages of romance novels and chick flicks.
But here he was. In the flesh. Driving her crazy with need.
What was she supposed to do with him now?
The plane jostled as it touched ground, and he fisted his hand in his lap. “Looks like we made it alive. No fiery crashes, and no watery grave.”
“Thank God.” She sat up straight and cleared her throat. “Thank you, again, for…well, everything.” And for the mind-blowing orgasm. Definitely for the orgasm.
His lips quirked, almost as if he’d read her mind. “You’re welcome.”
The attendant’s voice came over the speaker, welcoming them to North Carolina. Cooper looked at Kayla. She stared back. After a moment, she broke the silence. “What now?”
“Now we wait to get off.” He looked over his shoulder and tapped his foot impatiently.
She snorted. “I thought I already did.”
A chuckle escaped him. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“All right, everyone,” the flight attendant said from the front of the plane, her eyes skimming over all of the passengers. Kayla couldn’t help but wonder if she knew what they had been up to in that back row. “Please watch your step on the jet bridge as you exit the plane.”
Kayla stood up clumsily, cursing her legs for feeling so damned weak and shaky. “We made it in one piece.”
“Indeed we did. After you.” Cooper motioned her forward, waiting for her to clear the aisle. Then he grabbed his carry-on out of the overhead bin and followed her. “So, did you rent a car, or are your parents picking you up?”
Kayla looked over her shoulder at him. “No car for me. I’m catching the shuttle to a nearby hotel, where I’ll be staying for the next few days. I’ll call my mom to pick me up in the morning, when they’re awake. She wanted to come tonight, but I decided to take a night to recover from the flight before I got swept up in the wedding madness.”
He scratched the back of his head, looking utterly adorable with his tussled hair and sleepy eyes. Damn, but not many men could pull off that look. She was staring so hard as she walked, she tripped over a child’s seat that was waiting to be picked up in the jet bridge.
“Watch it!” he called, just as she stumbled forward.
She righted herself quickly, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I’m okay.”
He caught him fighting back a grin. “Good. That car seat came out of nowhere, huh?”
After that, they walked the rest of the way up the jet bridge in silence until they reached the gate. “Do you have baggage to pick up?” she asked.
“No, this is all I brought.” he said, gesturing to his bag. “But I’ll go with you to the baggage carousel if you want. If not, that’s okay, too.”
Oh, she wanted, all right. The question was, did he? He hadn’t said a word about continuing what they’d started on the plane somewhere else yet. But he hadn’t walked away yet, either.
So that meant something, right?
“Sure, come on.” She took a step, then remembered something he’d said to her earlier. “Wait, you said you would see me after the flight. If you didn’t have baggage to collect, then why did you say you’d see me again? Did you lie to me?”
“No.” He shifted on his feet. “I would’ve come to check on you.”
“Even though you didn’t need any luggage?”
He met her eyes. “Yep. I would’ve made sure you were all right before I left. I don’t make empty promises. If I say I’ll see you later, I’ll see you later.”
“Oh.” Her heart melted even more. He was oh-so-dangerous to her well-being with all his heroic thoughts and his magical orgasm-inducing fingers. She might as well climb out of her underwear and straddle him now, because that’s how tonight was going to end if they didn’t part ways soon. “I see.”
He fell into step beside her. “After we’re done here, I need to grab the keys for my rental. Want to come with me? I can drop you off at your hotel.”
That sounded promising. “Okay.”
She couldn’t wait to bring him back to a hotel for one hell of a night.