part0027

“A few hours.”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t know what happened.” She stretches her arms above her head, in a move so sensual a flutter of excitement pulses low on my body. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly I become aroused by this woman. She isn’t even trying to attract me, but everything she does makes me want her. I sip my drink to keep myself in check. Ravishing her on the lounger can wait.

“It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. You needed to rest,” I say, and it is true. Today alone was hectic. After learning more details from Chloe, arranging for the jet and organizing my own things, then going by Claire’s so she could pack, everything was a rush. Thankfully, the flight is giving us both time to relax. “Let me order you something. What would you like?”

She sits up, running a hand through her hair, which I've come to realize is entirely innocent on her part, yet drives me crazy. I grit my teeth and wait for her answer. “A gin and tonic?”

I press the call button for the flight attendant and put in our order. A fresh scotch for me and Claire’s choice. While we wait, I enjoy just sitting and looking at her. I feel like I could do it for hours. Saying nothing, just drinking her in with my eyes. I am completely captivated. She sees me watching and tilts her head. “What are you thinking?” There are so many answers to that simple question, I don’t even know how to explain them to her. I am thinking I want her naked beneath me. I am thinking she makes me feel sexy and powerful. I am thinking she is everything I could ever want in a woman. Instead, I shrug.

“Just wondering what you thought of all of this? Now that you know,” I finally reply. “It must seem a bit much.”

Claire looks around the jet, a thoughtful expression on her face. She is surprisingly unphased by all of it, and I love that about her. She seems so capable of taking everything in stride. “I think somehow I knew you were someone special,” she finally tells me. “Not a rich media giant, of course.” She laughs, and I love the sound so much, I laugh with her. “But someone confident and powerful. I was entirely drawn to you from that first moment in the diner.” She blushes. “And when you defended me, well, I was totally yours then.”

“But you said no when I asked you to dinner?” I remind her. She sighs.

“You know now why I couldn’t involve you in my life,” she answers. “But I wish I told you everything from the first minute.”

“I wish that too,” I agree. “But here we are, and I wouldn't change anything just in case it ruins this.”

She sighs. “I know. But can I be honest?” she asks.

I nod. “I want nothing else.”

Claire looks away, the hint of color on her cheeks deepens. “I feel a little like Cinderella,” she whispers. I love this answer. She truly is my Cinderella, and I could not be more grateful to have found her.

“That makes me happy,” I tell her and she looks at me, a seriousness in her eyes, but before she comments, the flight attendant comes through the curtain with our drinks on a tray. I watch as she sets my scotch on the small table in front of me, then does the same with Claire’s gin and tonic.

“Is there anything else you need, ma'am?” she asks, and I raise an eyebrow at Claire.

“Hungry?” I ask, only to be surprised at her look in response. My blushing Claire apparently is indeed hungry, but not for anything the flight attendant can bring us. Another flutter of excitement rolls through me. After all, in all the rushing around, there was no time to finish what we started this morning in the penthouse. “We are fine, thank you. I’ll buzz for you if that changes.”

As the attendant leaves, my eyes hold Claire’s. For a moment, we do nothing, but when she bites her bottom lip, I know exactly what she is thinking. “Come here,” I instruct her, and she slips from her chair to come sit on my lap. “Kiss me.” Again, she complies, and her mouth is hot on mine fitting so perfectly. The sexual need I feel from her thrills me, and when she parts her lips inviting me in, I take her mouth with my tongue, a moan in my throat. In answer, she runs her hands up into my hair pulling me in tighter. I ravish her mouth with mine, hungry for her too, and as it goes on, I realize I could do nothing but kiss her like this for hours. The passion behind each taste of her mouth, her tongue, makes need rage within me, and a pulse starts between my legs. There is something so magical about her mouth on mine.

Breaking away with a gasp, Claire looks at me with eyes full of desire. “How the hell do you kiss like that?” she asks, and I chuckle.

“I was thinking the same about you.”

“God, it’s incredible,” she says turning on my lap to straddle me in the chair. The memory of her doing something similar just this morning comes to mind, and I am immediately wet at the idea we can finish what we started. I long to touch her everywhere. “What are you thinking?” she asks clearly seeing my desire in my eyes.

“I am thinking about how badly you teased me this morning while you unbuttoned that shirt.”

“Are you?” She laughs and glances at the curtain where the flight attendant disappeared.

Curious about what she is planning, I nod toward the front of the plane. “No one will come back here without my permission,” I explain, and I am rewarded when she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. Under it, she wears a gray-blue lace bra that cups her breasts perfectly. I suck in a breath, and she leans in closer until my mouth is an inch from her skin.

She runs a hand along the edge of the fabric. “Do you like this?” she asks. I definitely do and lick my lips not able to form words. Noticing my reaction, a smile plays over her mouth. “I've never worn it. I bought it with some others for my job at The Golden Rail, but that was short-lived.” She lets her fingers wander over to the hint of a nipple poking against the lace and traces the outline. “Because you saved me.”

My answer is to lean forward, running my tongue along the curve of her breasts. She moans and boldly reaches behind her back, unfastening the bra, letting it slip to the floor to join her shirt. I pause for a moment to appreciate the sight before me. Perfect breasts, tight nipples. “Thank you,” I tell her.

“No, thank you,” she responds running her hands along my shoulders, and she pulls my head down to nuzzle her. Loving this side of Claire, I reward her by taking one of her swollen nipples into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue, before giving the lightest bite. She flinches, but does not pull away, and instead grinds her hips down against me. Happy, I continue to tease her with my mouth, feeling how incredibly hard she is now, and graze my teeth across the tender tip. This time she moans and presses forward into my mouth tilting back her head.

I smile and whisper against her skin. “You like that?” I ask, and Claire gives a little laugh.

“I guess I do,” she replies. “It seems I like everything you do to me.” No answer could excite me more, and I return to caressing the pebbled skin, pulling her in deeper, sucking harder. Again, she moans, moving her hips in response to the erotic sensation of my mouth on her, feeling the electric charge I know is running through her body. Her hands are still in my hair, and my excitement continues to mount. Soon I will need my own release, but at this moment, I nip and tease her as she grinds down even harder against my lap.

“My God, I think you're going to make me come just by doing that,” she gasps, and I know she's right as I slide my hand up her body to softly pinch and hold her other overly sensitive nipple. A cry comes from her throat, and as I roll the tight peak in my fingers, her entire body begins to shake. She is so close, and I pinch and hold again, just hard enough to make her gasp. My tongue continues to circle her other nipple making her anticipate what she knows is coming. A whimper from her throat lets me know she is ready, and I bite her gently, making her body spasm with pleasure. She pulls my head against her and rides my lap as she comes with a cry of release. As I let go of her nipples, I savor feeling her body shake as the waves of climax roll over her. The sensation is exquisite and has me so turned on, I almost come with her.

Slowly, her body settles, and her uneven breath calms. She rests her forehead against me. “Are you okay?” I ask, and she nods.

“What are you doing to me?”

This makes me smile. “Everything.”

She lets out a deep breath, then takes her hands from my hair and runs them over my face. “God, you are so sexy,” she says and looks into my eyes. “I love everything you do to me.” My response is to kiss her, and although she just came, the heat between us is still just as searing. After a moment, she breaks away with a gasp. “But what about you? I want to make you come too.”

I smile knowing I could not wish for more. “Then, hand me my scotch,” I answer. “And kneel between my legs, so I can show you what I like.”