She clutched his shoulders and settled her thighs on either side of his hips. He inhaled deeply, smelled the slight hint of roses and something spicier, a more sensual scent that he remembered from the night of the gala.
He slipped his hands under the hem of her sweater and held her against him as he looked up at her. She smiled, just the tiniest lift of one side of her mouth, before she leaned down, resting her forehead against his. Then he felt the brush of her tongue against his lips.
He groaned, and got even harder. He wasn’t going to be able to live up to his word and take just a kiss if she kept this up. Already he wanted more. He wanted her leggings off and her naked body pressed against him.
He wanted this sweater gone and them both naked with him buried deep inside her. But he knew that he had to temper that desire. Had to make this last. He’d given his word and if he didn’t live up to it, she’d always remember.
He slipped one hand up her back and used the other on her waist to draw her even closer to him, until their groinswere pressed together. She rocked her hips against him and he tore his mouth from hers, tipping his head back as exquisite sensation shot through him.
She shifted farther forward, grasping at his sides, and he held one of her arms lightly in his hand as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm, pulling the edge of her sweater down so that her collarbone was exposed. He touched her there, caressing her; her skin was softer than he remembered.
He pulled his mouth from hers, dropping nibbling kisses down the column of her throat and then sucking lightly on the pulse that beat under her skin. She shivered in his arms as he moved his mouth along the line of her collarbone to her shoulder. She put one hand on the back of his head, her fingers burrowing into his hair and holding him against her. He breathed deeply, the scent of her more potent now that he held her in his arms.
He closed his eyes, reaching deep inside for his control, but it was slipping so quickly through his grasp. The hand he had on the small of her back slipped down to cup her butt, rubbing over the spandex fabric of her leggings and drawing her ever closer to him. She shifted, still holding his head against her as she arched her back and rubbed her center over him. They both groaned out loud and he turned his head, using his nose to push the collar of her sweater down farther, kissing his way down her chest following the line of her bra. The straps were lacy, contrasting with the smoothness of her skin. He moved lower, still following the seams of her lingerie, tasting the sweetness that was Scarlet. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to take it slow for much longer, yet at the same time he wanted this to last. Wanted to keep her in his arms for as long as he could.
He buried his face between her breasts. His hand was on her butt urging her closer to him and her hands were in hishair, one fingernail tracing the shape of his ear. When the plane hit turbulence and they were jolted, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him until the aircraft leveled out.
Her heart raced from lust,and the dipping of the plane. She should get off his lap, but she’d decided she wasn’t doing that. This wasn’t an unhealthy addiction. This was something natural between the two of them and she wasn’t going to deny herself. Also, she felt like she needed to treat him as she would any other guy. How else could she judge this situation that was so far out of her experience?
“Are you okay?” he asked.
His voice was raspy, scraping over her already aroused senses and confirming her desire to have him. Now.
“Yes. That was jarring, though,” she said.
He reached around her and pressed a button in the arm of his chair.
“Yes, sir?”
“Will we be encountering any more turbulence?” Alec asked.
“No, sir, we haven’t heard reports of it. That was an anomaly and we should be fine,” the pilot answered.
“Great. Thank you.”
“No problem. Do you need anything?”
“We’re fine and do not wish to be disturbed,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
He put his hands on her waist over her sweater and looked up at her with a very serious look on his face.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
She felt his erection still pressing against her. His skin was flushed, his pupils dilated, and his voice still betrayed hislust.
“No. Do you?”
“I don’t, but I’d never want you to feel pressured,” he said.
“I don’t,” she returned. “Do you?”
He shook his head, slipping his hands under her sweater, cupping her butt and rubbing it. “What do you think?”
He pulled her forward, thrusting his hips up so that her center rubbed over the ridge of his cock. She let her head fall back at the exquisiteness of the feeling that washed over her.
“I think we should stop talking,” she said, putting one hand on the back of his head as she brought her mouth down hard on his.