He smiles again—God, he has a beautiful smile—and then he glances past me to the window.
I take advantage of the moment to eye-grope him. I mean, who wouldn’t? You don’t see many men like this every day.
He’s built and tall. His long legs barely fit in the space in front of him.
God, I want to climb him like a tree.
When I bring my eyes back to his face, he’s staring at me, and he’s smiling—an amused kind of smile because he knows I was totally checking him out.
I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Because I don’t care. It was totally worth getting caught just to be able to stare at him.
How the hell am I going to cope with sitting next to him for the next six hours?
My sex hormones are off the charts just from being in close proximity to him. I might need to go to the restroom and put my hand to good use just for some relief.
Or…he could be my stranger.
Now, wouldn’t that be something?
“You have to have the window shutter open on takeoff,” he tells me, nodding in the direction of the window, pulling me from my reverie.
I think I’m supposed to move to open the shutter, but I can’t seem to function like a normal human being right now because I’ve had the normal knocked out of me by this English Hottie here.
And then he goes and shows me that beautiful smile again, sending my body into overdrive.
He moves forward, leaning over me—I’m guessing to open the window shutter—and I don’t know what comes over me.
Maybe it’s because he smells like heaven with his rich cologne and something totally masculine. Or because I haven’t stopped thinking about sex since he sat next to me—well, actually, I was thinking about sex a fair bit before that also. Or maybe it’s because his delicious, kissable lips are so close to mine. Or because he’s just that hot.
But I kiss him.
I totally plant my lips on his, and I kiss him.
Guess my sex hormones got the better of me. Because I’m kissing a stranger.
Holy fuck! I’m kissing a stranger! What the hell am I doing?
When I wrote Kiss a stranger on my list, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Said stranger kind of had to want to kiss me, too. Not just have me plant my lips on his without his permission.
Oh God, I’ve just kiss-assaulted him. I’m so going to jail.
Abort mission! Abort mission!
But, oh my God, his lips feel so good and firm, like a man’s should, but plump enough that I want to bite them…and he just tastes so phenomenally good. Like cinnamon and coffee and just something uniquely him.
I can’t seem to part myself from him.
So, we’re here, my lips stuck on his, and he’s frozen in place.
All in all, this has probably lasted seconds, but it feels like hours.
Hours of his delicious lips against mine. God, wouldn’t that be something?
This moment is so going in the spank bank. Even if it proves to be the most embarrassing thing I have ever done, I don’t care. I’m totally revisiting it in my head later when I’m alone.
Okay, Taylor, time to move your lips off the nice, hot stranger.
I’m just readying to pull away when the craziest thing happens. English Hottie moves his mouth. His lips part on a whisper of a moan, and he starts to kiss me back.
Holy shit.
His hand touches my face. His fingers push back into my hair, getting all tangled up in it, and then he tips my head back and starts to kiss me. I mean, really kiss me.
Now, I’m the frozen one.
What do I do?
Kiss him back, you idiot! You have the hottest guy you’ve ever seen with his tongue in your mouth—oh God, his tongue is in my mouth…
My hand finds its way to that awesome chest of his, my fingers curling into his shirt. His chest is as hard as I thought it would be. I can feel the ridges of muscle beneath my palm.
Needing to feel more of him, I slide my other hand up his chest, feeling those awesome muscles, and over to his shoulder. I curl my hand around the back of his neck.
He groans in my mouth, and it’s the sexiest sound I have ever heard.
Then, he starts to kiss me harder, like he’s hungry and I’m the food source.
Jesus Christ. This is the hottest kiss of my life.
English Hottie’s other hand comes around my waist. He unclips my seat belt without even looking, and he tugs me closer.
Of course, I go willingly.
His hand moves from my waist and lands on my thigh. He lifts my leg, putting it over his, and then he slides his hand up my leg. High.
Oh my God!
I feel close to combustion. And my vagina is getting ready to start a party all on her own.
God, this guy is good. If he can do this while we’re both fully clothed, then I wonder what he could do if he had me naked in bed.
And, right now, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.
Do they have beds on airplanes?
Then, the moment is suddenly broken when the intercom announcement comes on with the captain telling us there’s a slight delay while we wait for another plane to take off before ours.