Charley
When the drink service started in earnest, I got up and headed for the bathroom. Fortunately, there wasn’t a line. Once inside, I splashed water on my hot cheeks and tried to neaten my hair.
I was embarrassed.
Ashamed.
Had I really just had mile-high sex in the first class section of an airplane with my former high school teacher?
Oh my God! I was usually cautious, not reckless. Sensible, not foolish.
I wasn’t a prude, but I wasn’t a wild sex fiend, either. Some of my friends did the crazy, but I was always the one who listened to their adventures in wide-eyed astonishment. Now I was behaving like a wanton sex-crazed wild woman.
I’d liked it, though.
What must he think of me? I mean, he had seemed as if he thought the whole thing was fine. Lots of fun. Reason for laughter. And he’d cuddled me afterwards. He was really sweet. Well, maybe not sweet, precisely, since he had been pretty insistent once we got going. Giving me commands and all.
Heat washed through me again. Had my friend Nola been right about him all those years ago? Was he one of those dominant types who liked to control sex? If so, maybe that was what I wanted, too, because yowza, that had been one amazing orgasm.
Okay, I had to get it together and return to my seat. Other people might want to use the restroom, and who wants to lurk in an airplane bathroom for longer than one has to, anyway?
I didn’t need to be embarrassed to face him, did I? I mean, it wasn’t as if I’d done it all alone.
I made one last half-hearted attempt to pull my hair back into its usual knot. But it wouldn’t stay. My hair was determined to be wild and free. And so, it seemed, was my libido.
Harry grinned when I walked back to my seat. Man, he was looking good. He rose and moved into the aisle so I could get past him. Again I thought, he’s got to be the hottest dude I’ve ever fooled around with. All that lean, hard muscle. Those merry blue eyes. That heart-grinding smile.
“You left your hair down. I’m glad.”
“It wouldn’t behave.”
“Smart hair. It’s very flattering to you, loose on your shoulders like that.”
“I’m kind of embarrassed,” I confessed.
He understood. He reached out and gave my hand a squeeze. “Don’t be. No one noticed anything. Not that I’d have cared if they had.”
“I’ve just never done anything so…unrestrained before. I mean, it’s really not my style.”
“No?” His eyes got that gleam again. “If you’d prefer to be restrained, I can do that. Gladly.”
I could feel myself blush as I pictured it.
“Which reminds me, do up your seatbelt. We could hit turbulence again at any moment.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Wicked eyebrow lift at that. He took my hand in his, sliding his thumb back and forth over my fingers. “So what happens when this plane lands?”
“If it lands. As opposed to ditching or crashing or—”
“When it lands,” he cut me off, “I am going to the resort that I would have gone to with my girlfriend, if she hadn’t broken up with me. It was all paid for, so I decided to come enjoy the sun and the sea. But I could use some company. Can we spend some time together while we’re here?”
“Was this a recent break up?” If he was on the rebound, just having sex with me because he needed someone to have sex with….
“No, not at all. I made the reservations months ago.”
“And in all that time you didn’t find a new girlfriend to bring on vacation with you?”
“Nope. Kinda pathetic, huh?” He cocked his head to one side, looking heart-wrenchingly cute. “So? Are you gonna give me your number? Hand over your phone so I can type mine into your contact list.”
I did it. I hoped I wasn’t making an awful mistake. I was vacationing in Cayman with my mother, and if Harry and I saw each other there, he was bound to find out who I really was.
Fortunately, Mom wasn’t on the island yet. She wouldn’t get in until much later tonight. Still, she would be there tomorrow, and for the whole rest of the vacation.
We were nearly at the end of this flight. I’d better tell him, I thought, trying to find the right words.