I’m not exactly sure of what to do now. I’m just all kinds of excited and nervous about what’s going to happen when we land.
God, six hours of sitting next to him, knowing what he’s going to do to me soon…I don’t know how I’m going to talk to him or look at his mouth without imagining where it will be in those six hours.
On me—that’s where his sexy-as-sin mouth will be.
I have to hold in a squeal of excitement.
Picking up the Hunter Airways brochure, which is still in my lap, I cross my legs and open it up just for the sake of having something to do.
And the first thing I see is Liam.
Literally.
There’s a photo of him in the magazine.
“Hey, there’s a photo of you…” The words die on my tongue when I actually take in the foreword.
Holy shit.
“You’re Liam Hunter?” My own voice is like a dull thud in my head. “As in, the owner of Hunter Airways? And a bazillion other companies.”
I’m staring at him. He’s staring at me.
Then, his lips lift at the corner. “Well, I don’t own a bazillion companies. But, yeah, I am Liam Hunter.”
“Oh God,” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “I kiss-attacked the guy who owns this plane.”
I hear Liam’s deep chuckle, and then he tugs my hands from my face, forcing me to look at his face.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s so a big deal. I kiss-attacked Liam Hunter,” I repeat, groaning again.
“You really need to stop groaning like that because you’re turning me the fuck on.”
He shifts in his seat, and I follow his stare down to his crotch.
Oh.
Oh, wow.
He totally has a hard-on.
I’ve given Liam Hunter a hard-on.
“Yes, you have.”
My eyes flick to his. “Did I…did I say that out loud?”
“You did.”
“Oh fuck,” I groan.
“For fuck’s sake, groan like that again, and I’ll be going down on you right here and now. I don’t give a shit who sees,” he says in a hushed tone.
My eyes bug out of my head. “You can’t do that!” I whisper back, shocked.
He levels me with a look. “I own the plane. I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
Okay then.
“And just so you know, you kissing me was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I’m still wobbly over his prior comment, but I manage to slide him a look. “I guess you don’t get out much then.”
“Oh, I get out plenty.” He gives me a look that tells me that Liam Hunter gets out and about regularly.
Then, something occurs to me.
“Hey, why are you sitting in economy? You own the plane. You should be sitting in first-class. Or on a throne or something. Anyway, don’t you have your own plane to fly you all over the world?”
“I do have my own plane, but it’s in London. And if I’d sat in first-class, then I wouldn’t have sat next to you, and I wouldn’t have gotten that awesome kiss. And you and I wouldn’t be heading back to my place the moment we land, so I can make you come.”
True. But still…
“If I owned this plane, I’d be sitting in first-class.”
“First-class doesn’t interest me. You, on the other hand…you interest me a lot.”
He interests me a lot, too. Especially his tongue and hot body.
“And I leave first-class seats to the paying customers. Also, why would I want to move when I have first class sitting right next to me?”
I fight a smile. “Your pick-up lines are terrible. Anyone ever tell you that?”
He gives me a mock-offended look. “I haven’t had any complaints before.”
“I don’t think it was your pick-up lines they were after. And I don’t mean your money either.”
“You’re referring to my big cock?” He deadpans.
I laugh. He’s so confident…and honestly, it’s a huge turn-on.
“I guess I’ll know the answer to that question later,” I say softly.
“Yes, you will.”
Holy…shivers.
Then, something occurs to me.
“How old are you?” I ask him.
I know for sure that he must be older than me, but he doesn’t look that old.
“Why?” He eyes me suspiciously.
“Just wondering.”
“I’m thirty-two. Your turn.”
Wow. He’s ten years older than me. How hot is that?
But it might not be hot to him that I’m younger.
“I don’t know if I should tell you…” I bite my lower lip. “You might change your mind if I do.”
His expression freezes. “You’re not seventeen, are you?”
“Fuck no.” I laugh. “I’m twenty-two.”
“Thank fuck for that.” He exhales, his face relaxing.
“You are ten years older than me though. An older man. Like a sexy sugar daddy.”
He chokes out a sound. “I’m thirty-two, not fifty-two. And call me a sugar daddy again, and I’ll be rescinding the oral invitation.”
I laugh. For real. It’s loud and happy, and it feels alien. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.
It was before my family died.
But he did that. He made me laugh, and he’s made me smile a ton.
And he’s going to do so much more—with his tongue on the most intimate part of me.
Oh God, I can’t wait.