“Even better than Velcro,” he said with a ghost of a laugh.
She felt a yank at each hip and the falling away of the lace. Nathan bunched her skirt in one fist and shoved it up to her waist. “I want to see my hand on you.”
As he cupped her, she reveled in the way his arousal made the strong angles of his face even sharper. She made him feel like this. A sense of power spiked through her, and she began yanking open the buttons of his shirt. Leaning down, she licked one of his nipples as she rocked her hips hard.
He retaliated by thrusting his finger inside her. She was so wet already that there was no resistance, and she pushed against him again, wanting more. He slid two fingers inside her and flexed them while he worked his thumb on her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure surging through her. She braced her palms on his bare chest, savoring the satin of his skin over the wall of his muscle.
“Are we a mile high yet?”
In answer, he released her skirt to pull a condom out of his trouser pocket. As he ripped the envelope, she jerked his belt open and unzipped his fly. Before she could touch him, he had the condom on and his hands were wrapped around her hips. “Hold your skirt up,” he commanded. “Now let me guide you.”
She gathered her skirt up and held it at her waist. His fingers tightened on her as he shifted her into position over him. She felt the head of his cock brush against her and gasped at the electric zing it sent through her. Then he was slowly lowering her, impaling her on him with exquisite deliberation. The sense of being filled and stretched made her sigh in sheer bliss. He brought her down so she was spread open over his lap, the insides of her thighs brushing against the fine fabric of his trousers. He held her there, neither of them moving as they let the intimacy of being joined sink deep inside them.
She wanted more. She tightened her internal muscles around him, making both of them moan. “Do that again,” he ground out. “Yes.” He hissed out the s as she obeyed. She contracted a third time and his self-control broke. He raised her just enough so he could withdraw and thrust back into her, going faster and deeper with each stroke.
Pinning her skirt against her waist with her elbows, she grabbed his wrists and held on while he drove her to a climax that convulsed muscles she didn’t know she had. When the shocks began to fade, he seated himself hard and fast and used his thumb on her to trigger another searing orgasm as he reached his release inside her.
She let go of his wrists and fell forward in a boneless heap on top of him, her forehead resting against his shoulder while she gulped in chest-heaving breaths. His arms went around her, and he turned his head to kiss her temple. “I’ve been thinking about doing that ever since you called,” he said.
“That’s a good use of your brilliance.”
“I’ve heard the mind is an erogenous zone.”
“Anywhere you touch me is an erogenous zone.” Chloe felt him slip out of her, setting off both a ripple of lingering pleasure and a yearning at the loss. She shifted so he could dispose of the condom and then turned sideways to snuggle down against him. “Lobster is going to be an anticlimax.”
“We’ll have oysters too.”
Chloe chuckled. “Because you need an aphrodisiac? I don’t think so.”
“They were for you. I don’t need any aphrodisiac except this.” He ran his hand along the curve of her hip before he turned her face up and pressed his lips to hers.
She had to remind herself that this wasn’t a fairy tale where the handsome prince was going to marry her and carry her off in his Learjet to his penthouse. She needed to keep a proper perspective on what was merely mind-blowing sex. Burying her face against his chest, she allowed herself a grim smile. Merely mind-blowing sex was an oxymoron.
She felt him settle more comfortably in the seat and let her eyelids drift closed. She focused on the smell of his skin, a slight spice of spent sex underpinning the clean, warm aroma that was Nathan’s. His breath tickled past her ear, and his heartbeat sounded a quiet rhythm against her cheek. She tucked her arm around his rib cage, appreciating the texture of muscle and bone. “How many hours can the plane keep flying before it runs out of fuel?”
“I’ll have Kurt circle the airport until the gauge hits empty.” His voice sounded drowsy too. “There’s always a little in reserve for landing.”
The hum of the jet engines and the hiss of the air circulating in the cabin spun a cocoon of suspended time around them. Chloe had no idea whether it had been minutes or hours when Nathan stirred and murmured by her ear, “The ‘Fasten Seat Belts’ sign just came on.”
“Can’t you just fasten your seat belt over both of us?”