“Me, too.”
The flight attendant on board served her a glass of champagne. She grinned, feeling a little decadent, but gladly accepted it, then turned to Mick, who sipped a glass of what looked like club soda. “No champagne for you?”
“It’s summer and I’m in training. My personal trainer would kick my ass if he found out I was sweating out alcohol.”
She laughed. “Working you hard, is he?”
“Sometimes I cry a little after a workout. But don’t let it be heard I said that. It’ll just pump up his ego.”
“I can’t even imagine, as in shape as you are, what it takes to get you like that.”
He shrugged. “I’m getting older. It’s harder to get me this way, so I have to work at it.”
“Football is a brutal sport. You have to be built like the side of a mountain to take the kind of hits you do.”
He leaned back and played with the ends of her hair. “It’s easier on me than a lot of the other guys. I just stand back there and throw.”
“Uh-huh. I’ve seen the games. You take your share of hits.”
“So, you’re a fan. Want an autograph?”
“Why, yes, I do. You can autograph your tongue on my—”
“We’ll be ready for takeoff shortly, Mr. Riley.”
“Thanks, Amanda,” he said, not once taking his eyes off Tara. Once Amanda left for the front of the plane, Mick leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers.
Tara swallowed, her body engulfed in an inferno of need.
“Tattoo with my tongue, huh?”
She should be embarrassed that Amanda the flight attendant had probably overhead what she said, but at this point, her only concern was Mick. “Yes.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Time to buckle up.”
They moved to separate seats until after takeoff, at which time Amanda brought them fresh drinks, grilled shrimp appetizers, and a salad.
“I figured you’d need something to eat,” Mick said. “Once we touch down there won’t be any time to eat until after the premiere.”
“What’s the agenda?”
“Liz said she arranged for someone to do your hair and makeup, and she has your dress and shoes and all that jewelry stuff ready in L.A.”
“Mick, you’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble on my behalf. You didn’t have to do that.”
He picked up her hand and kissed her wrist. “I want this to be a fun night for you.”
“Obviously this is some event your agent wanted you to attend for exposure?”
“Of course.”
“And she didn’t exactly expect you to bring me as your date.”
“I don’t do everything Elizabeth tells me to do.” He’d held her hand and licked the inside of her wrist. She shuddered.
“How long do we have before the flight lands?”
Mick picked up his cell phone to glance at the time. “About forty minutes. Why? You have something in mind?”
Her gaze panned the confines of the plane. “Not much privacy here.”
“More than you think.” He stood and took her by the hand, leading her through the door at the back of the plane. She gasped when she realized it was a bedroom.
“Holy shit. Who owns this thing? Some sultan?”
Mick laughed, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. “It’s Irvin Stokes’s plane.”
“Oh my God. I had no idea. He must really like you.”
“Well, yeah. But he really likes Elizabeth, too. She schmoozes him, has lunch with his wife all the time. I think he thinks of her as his oh-so-successful daughter.”
She turned and wrapped her arms around him. “I think he really likes you. I can’t believe this airplane.”
“Enough talk of airplanes.” Mick reached behind him and locked the door, pushing Tara against the wall. “Care to join the mile-high club?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She pressed her lips to his, her nipples already tingling at the thought of having sex with Mick on this plane. She was having so many wild experiences with him, but this one was insane and all too exciting. She was wet and ready and wished she could be instantly naked so he could fuck her.
Then again, why did she have to be naked at all? His mouth was on hers, his hard body pressed to hers, and she was wearing a sun-dress. His cock was hard against her hip. She adjusted her body, putting his hard-on in direct contact with her sex, then rubbed against him.
He dropped his gaze to hers with a smoldering look that made her melt inside.
“Something you want?”
“Yes. Your cock inside me. Now.”