This was going to be one hell of a ride. At least if he had anything to say about it.
For a few minutes, he merely watched her, admiring the sexy woman sitting across from him. She was wearing boots and jeans and a sweater that looked as soft as her skin. Sarah had pulled her hair back in a ponytail, which gave him an unobstructed view of her neck and the hint of a tattoo that peeked out of her sweater, right on her shoulder. He remembered how she’d looked when he’d been lodged to the hilt inside her, so fucking beautiful it nearly hurt to look at her.
He wanted to take his time with this woman, but he couldn’t wait to see more of her. It was probably expected that he court her, but he’d waited so damn long for her, he wasn’t sure he would survive the wait.
No, he knew he wouldn’t survive the wait. The way she was staring at him, as though she was ready to eat him for dessert…
The plane was moving down the runway, bouncing over the tarmac. It wouldn’t be long now.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?”
Dylan smiled. “I’m imagining you naked.”
Her eyebrows lifted.
“Which I fully intend for you to be just as soon as this plane is in the air.”
A soft pink glow lit her face.
“Is that okay with you?”
Sarah nodded.
“Good.”
Dylan took a sip of his drink as the engines revved and the plane moved forward. It gained speed and Dylan tried to think of anything besides pulling Sarah onto his dick and fucking her until they both couldn’t breathe.
When the plane finally left the ground, he released a breath.
“Take your boots off,” Dylan instructed, keeping his voice low, his tone authoritative.
Her eyes widened momentarily, and he noticed the way Sarah went very still. She clearly knew what he was up to. Now he simply had to wait to see if she was going to participate.
Keeping his eyes on her, he watched as she sipped her drink, then very slowly leaned down and removed her boots, one at a time. When she’d completed the task, Sarah sat up tall, her eyes locked on his face.
“Now your jeans.”
Her head swiveled, her eyes darting in the direction of the front of the plane.
“No one will come back here,” he assured her. “I asked for complete privacy, and the Burkes are nothing if not professional.”
She seemed to trust him, which he found incredibly hot. Not that he would lie to her. Dave and Mindy weren’t coming back here unless Dylan summoned them, which he wouldn’t.
His dick stirred to life as Sarah slowly unbuttoned her jeans, then lowered the zipper, a hint of turquoise lace peeking through. He could see the hesitancy on the smooth lines of her face, but he also noticed her desire. This woman would forever surprise him, of that he was positive. Dylan liked that she was willing to do as he instructed.
By the time the plane leveled out, Sarah’s jeans were on the floor beside her boots. Her trim legs were crossed, and he noticed the way she was rubbing her thighs together.
“The sweater’s gotta go, too,” he informed her.
Sarah smiled, but he could tell she was fighting her nerves. It was sexy as fuck. The woman wasn’t used to this, but she was clearly willing to experiment. Dylan considered that a good thing because he’d made a vow to himself to rock her world as often as possible during this trip. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go. He’d seen her interest at Devotion, knew there was a devious side to her sexuality, and he wanted to experiment with it, to bring her pleasure like she’d never known existed.
Another few minutes passed while she finished off her drink, but the sweater did finally come off, leaving her clad in a matching turquoise bra and panties.
Hot damn, the woman was fucking sexy. Curvy and tattooed. His dick stirred in his jeans.
Dylan waited patiently until Jim came over the speaker again, informing them they could move about the cabin. He then made a quick call to Dave, reminding the man to give them complete privacy. He wanted to ease Sarah’s nerves as much as he could, because in a few minutes, once he got his mouth on her, Dylan knew there would be no stopping him.
He unbuckled his seat belt, then went over to the bar and poured himself more Sprite. It was more to give him something to do than anything. While he sipped it, he leaned against the counter and studied her.
“Spread your legs for me, Sarah.”
Her legs slowly separated as he allowed his gaze to rake over every glorious curve of her body. The gentle swell of her breasts, the smooth contours of her stomach. Although he’d liked her body immensely before, he still loved how she looked now. Sure, he would’ve preferred that she hadn’t felt the need to slim down, but that was her prerogative. She was still sexy as fuck.
“Wider.”
Her eyebrow shot up, a clear challenge in her eyes. He smiled at her, not moving from his position, wanting to make her burn for him.
“You want my mouth on your pussy, Sarah?” he challenged.
Her sharp inhale sounded above the muted roar of the engines. Dylan had to fight to keep from smiling.
Her knees drifted farther apart.
“Put your knees over the armrests,” he told her.
It was obvious she was reaching her breaking point.
Good thing he was a patient man. He could wait her out while he continued to push her out of her comfort zone.
And he had a hell of a lot more pushing to do.
SARAH’S SKIN WAS HOT, AND she knew she was blushing. With every command that came out of Dylan’s mouth, she burned hotter, brighter, her body taking over, driving out all rational thought. It no longer mattered that they were on an airplane, that there were people on board who could easily walk in on them should they choose. The way his eyes slowly raked over her skin made her pussy throb with anticipation, her body declaring that Dylan was in charge and she would do his bidding.
She’d never known anything like this before, and she found she craved more. It made her think about Devotion, about all the things she’d seen in the few minutes she’d been there. The way people were uninhibited, chasing their desires.
She wanted that.
She wanted Dylan to provide that.
Forcing a deep breath, Sarah propped her legs over the armrests, realizing how open it made her, how vulnerable. The thin lace of her panties did little to hide her from his hungry gaze.
“Take off the bra,” he instructed.
Oh, heavens. The man was going to make her go up in flames if he kept this up.
With trembling fingers, she managed to free the clasp, pulling the thin straps from her arms and dropping it onto the floor.
His hooded eyes remained locked on her, his voice lower when he spoke. “You slay me, Sarah. You bring out the dangerous side of me. So many things I want to do to you.”
Yes! She wanted him to do all of those things and more, but she kept her thoughts to herself.