By the last few strikes, I’m arching into his touch. Seeking it. Needing it. How is it possible for me to forget all of his transgressions the moment he puts his hands on me?
Whether I’ll admit it to him or not, I can at least admit it to myself—I missed him. All of him. Why do I crave his kinks? Is this why I’ve never been satisfied with a sexual relationship before? Because I needed this . . . dirty little extra? Or is it because I just needed Cav?
I arch up, expecting another blow, but instead his palm lands softly on my ass and kneads my skin. The burn intensifies with every squeeze. When his fingers slip between my thighs, I know exactly what he’s going to find, and I nudge them open wider.
Shameless in this moment, I want him to feel how wet he makes me. I want my man to know how badly I need him right now, how badly I want him to fill me up with his fingers, and then his cock, and help me block out these last days of confusion and frustration.
I want to forget the bombs of truth Creighton dropped on us and go back to being the us that we were in Belize before that morning. I want all the things I told him I wanted—the things I thought I could actually have for those few days.
Can that ever be my reality? Or is this doomed to be nothing but a fantasy?
When Cav slides a finger through my slickness, I know this is no fantasy. This is real, and I need him. Now.
I open my mouth to beg, but Cav pulls my shorts up, flips me over, and settles me on the seat beside him.
The cockpit door, already half-open, swings open the rest of the way.
“We’re ready for takeoff, Mr. Westman. Please make sure your seat belt is fastened.”
The pilot doesn’t make eye contact with either of us, and I’m grateful. A flush spreads along my cheekbones as I think of what he might have witnessed had Cav not been so quick to move me.
When Cav buckles me in and the plane begins to move forward, my hands are still bound behind my back. “I’ll get you loose after we take off, as long as you think you can behave.”
His lifted eyebrow doesn’t make me want to slap the expression off his face anymore. There’s something else I want from him right now.
“I don’t care if you keep me bound as long as you make it worth my while.”
A flash of surprise streaks across his face, but it doesn’t last long before his greenish-gray eyes heat.
“You want me to take care of that wet little pussy? Make you come? On my fingers, my face, and then with my cock?”
I shift on my seat, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache he’s caused.
“Ah, baby girl. We’ve got a long flight, so you better believe I’m going to take you every way I want to.”
“Where—”
Cav presses a finger to my mouth to silence me. “No questions.” He trails the pad of his index finger along my lower lip. “Now, suck.”
He’s a brave man when only minutes ago I was trying to bite him. But he’s gambled correctly because right now I don’t want to bite that finger. I’ll use it to make his need rival mine. He’s going to lose his mind with hunger for me. Besides, I want that finger intact so he can fuck me with it and make me come.
Greedy? Who cares. I’m the one who got kidnapped and spent some of the longest minutes of my life in gut-wrenching fear. I deserve several orgasms to make up for it. Our come-to-Jesus talk can wait. Right now, I just want Cav. I might still want to kill him later, but not right this moment.
I suck his finger into my mouth, laving it with my tongue and lips and dragging lightly down it with my teeth.
As we hurtle down the runway, I make promises to him with my eyes. Take the restraints off or don’t; I’m still going to want you.
Cav reaches out with his other hand and cups my breast, covered only by the soft material of my thin T-shirt. Chill bumps prickle along my skin when his fingers close around my nipple and twist.
A moan escapes my lips, and I press into his touch. We say nothing until the captain announces that we’ve reached our cruising altitude.
Cav removes his seat belt and mine before hauling me back onto his lap.
“Jesus Christ, woman. Feel what you did to me.”
He presses his hips up and against me, and I wiggle my ass against his cock’s solid length.
“I want it.”
“Good, because I’m going to lower you onto your knees, unzip my pants, and help you take it down your throat. And then I’m going to lift you up on my lap and slide your pussy down my cock until you’re full of me.”
His dirty talk kills me every time.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, my tone taking on a seductive depth.
“Need to taste you again first.”
His lips crush to mine, and his tongue dives inside without waiting for invitation. Cav kisses like he does everything else—throwing his whole self into it. His hand is buried in my hair, tilting my head the way he likes. I moan into his mouth, loving the urgency radiating from him.