Page 49 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Her internal temperature reached hell-like levels of heat. She worried her bottom lip, doing her best to keep from launching into his arms and kissing him like she wanted. They needed to work things out first.
He caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, and warmth spread through her, a squishy sensation wrapping her like a blanket. Being with him was like…coming home, even if they were thousands of feet from the ground. “Emma came over to my place immediately after I kicked Ashley out. She told me she ran into you yesterday, and that you were flying out tonight.”
“Yes, but she didn’t know my flight number.” Wasn’t that information confidential?
His lips curved into a sexy smile. “Yes, but Emma is a translator, and she often works with this airline and others. She called her contact and asked for a big favor.”
“Wow. Seems like she went to a lot of trouble,” she said, when what she really meant was he’d jumped a lot of hoops to be here.
He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “I called the airline and purchased all the seats in first class.”
A delicious tremble traveled down her spine, unsettling her stomach. “You did what?” No wonder the entire section was empty. Why would he do such a crazy thing?
He stared deep into her eyes, and she could get lost in the rich depths of his brown irises. “I wanted us to have enough room to talk. Amongst other things,” he said, and flashed her a slight wink that curled her toes.
“God, Zaine…”
He pushed away the armrest that divided both oversize seats. “I missed you, Monique. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said.
“Come here. Show me.”
He pulled her to him, and she plastered her hands on his chest, touching his pectorals. Without delay, he captured her lips with his, and their tongues entwined in a wet, long, erotic kiss. A moan formed in her throat, but the sound never made it past her mouth. He thrust his fingers into her hair, and tingles of pure sexual awareness stung her scalp.
So good.He kept exploring her mouth, and she let him, trying her best to match his urgent passion stroke for stroke. She gave a low moan when he withdrew his lips from hers, and they both gasped for air.
He unwrapped the blanket from the clear plastic bag and placed it on top of them. Unlike the one from coach, this one was bigger and fluffier.
“I missed your skin,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning her lobe. “Missed your body under mine. On top of mine. Sideways.”
She quivered. “Me too.”
He touched her denim jeans, and she cursed herself for choosing such impractical clothes. When she’d gotten dressed, she’d prepared for comfort for a long trip in a small coach seat. She never in a million years would have guessed she’d end up having a quickie in first class—with the man she loved.
When he slipped two fingers in her underwear, her body melted, her insides flowing with her womanly juices. She clenched his hand between her thighs and gripped his jacket. A ball of pleasure hit her, making her dizzy, and she sucked in a breath to keep from shouting his name. Could it be? He thrust his fingers deep into her pussy, and she closed her eyes. Oh, no.
He’d barely touched her, and she came apart in waves of pleasure, the tension dissipating after she trembled, holding onto him, resting her forehead against his because she couldn’t handle more stimulation. Oh, yes.
She shook, and he continued slipping his digits in and out of her, until she was drained of all energy and she slumped against him, limp for a moment. And terribly happy.
He murmured in her ear, caressing her hair, then he lowered his other hand and massaged her back with easy, quick strokes.
“I can’t believe I just got off on a plane,” she said, sitting upright and looking deep into his eyes.
“You’re beautiful. I love to see you come,” he whispered.
She flushed. “Good, because you’re the one who keeps doing it to me.”
Flecks of gold twinkled in his eyes, his hand still massaging her back. “I’m going to France with you,” he said in a steady, commanding voice.
“Yes, that’s where the plane is headed, right? Or do you have any other cards up your sleeve?” What if he kidnapped her back to the United States? The idea was crazy, but she’d never been with someone who made her feel like this—invincible, like anything could happen.
“I meant…I’ll stay there and meet your family. Then, when you go to Africa, I’ll join you,” he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
She moved in her seat, restless, and withdrew from him. His hands on her turned her into jelly, and she needed to focus on their exchange. “Excuse me?” she said, desperate to be sure about what she’d just heard. Zaine, in Senegal with her?
He kept watching her, unfazed. “I’m taking a sabbatical year. I want to be with you, if you’ll have me,” he said softly, but she didn’t miss the pang of anxiety in his voice.
