Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)(69)

He carries me to the rear of the plane and through a door into a small room with a double bed. It has beautiful, inviting linens and pillows in shades of browns and greens.

“Airplane sex!” I straighten in his arms and hold his face in my hands.

“I’ve never had airplane sex.”

He grins wide and kisses my chin.

“Me neither.”

I run my fingers lightly through his soft blonde hair and gaze into his sky blue eyes and can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve this beautiful man.

“You are so beautiful.” He frowns at my change of pace, and just stands there in the middle of the room with me draped around him, not putting me down.

He shakes his head and plants a kiss on my collar bone. “I’m nothing special.”

“Oh, honey,” I wrap myself around him and hold on tight. “You are beautiful, inside and out,” I whisper in his ear.

“Naked, now,” he growls and sets me down. I can’t help but laugh as suddenly we are just a tangle of clothes being flung off and flown about the room, both of us anxious to get naked and touch each other.

When the last piece of clothing is shed, Luke grabs for me, pulling me to him in a passionate embrace, but instead of pushing us down onto the bed, he’s cornered me against the wall, leaning his heavy torso and hips against me, his rigid erection pushing against my belly.

He slides his hands down my arms, links his fingers in mine and pulls our hands up above my head, pinning me in place. His gloriously soft mouth is on my neck, sweeping up and down. He captures both of my wrists in one hand and glides the other down my arm and to my breast to worry my nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck, Luke.”

“God, you’re so beautiful. I love how your breast feels in my hand.”

I bow my body off the wall, my hands still pinned above me, in need.

“Hush, baby.” His hand leisurely travels down to my hip and around to my ass where he rubs it softly, then slaps it.

Hard.

“Ah!” I feel his grin in my neck and I bite my lip. How does his slapping my ass turn me on so much? It’s f*cking sexy as hell.

“Again,” I whisper.

“Oh, baby,” he kisses my chin and the corners of my mouth, nibbling along my jaw. “You want it rough?”

“Only with you.” And it’s the truth.

Only he can touch me the way he does and make my skin sing the way it does.

It’s intoxicating.

“Damn right.” He slaps me again and hitches my leg up around his thigh, but he’s too tall to rub his cock against my center.

“Lift me,” I beg.

“Oh, I will. Patience, beautiful.”

That glorious hand of his slips behind me again, over my now warm ass, and down between my folds. He slips a finger inside me and moves it in a circular motion, sending me spiraling in sensation.

“Luke! Please!” I’m pulling my wrists against his hand to no avail. I want to touch him! I want him inside me!

“What do you want baby?” He croons to me as he assaults my * in the most delicious way.

“You. Please.” I whisper this against his neck.

“You’ll have me. Be patient, my love.



I’m

making

you

forget,

remember?”

“I don’t remember my own f*cking name right now.”

He laughs and kisses me sweetly.

“I’m going to let go of your hands now.

Put them on your head.”

“What?” He’s not making any sense.

“Just put them on your head.”

“I want to touch you.” I pout and he bites my lower lip.

“Not yet. Trust me.”

He releases my hands and I lower them to my head, weaving my fingers together and lean my head back on the wall.

“Good. Don’t move your hands, baby.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He continues to kiss my face and neck, gently bites my earlobe and then heads south.

And I know exactly what he’s going to do.

“Fuck.” I look down at him as he kisses his way down to my breasts, pulling the nipples into his mouth. My breathing is ragged and blood is rushing though my body on hyperdrive.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”

As he kneels to the floor, he hitches my right leg around his shoulder and wraps his arms around me, supporting me on his forearms and gripping my ass in his large hands.

“I’m going to fall.”

“I won’t let you fall.” He kisses my belly piercing, and then places three sweet kisses on my tattoo.

Without thinking, I lower a hand and run my fingers through his hair, but he jerks his head away and glares at me.

“On. Your. Head.”

Oh.

“I want to touch you.”

“Later. Come on baby, play along.”

“Okay.” My hand goes back on my head and without hesitation, his lips wrap around my clitoris and he sucks.

Holy f*cking shit!

“Fuck!” My hips push against his mouth and he pulls back slightly to move down to my lips where he kisses me intimately, running his tongue up and down and around me, teasing me. He nibbles gently, and then buries his tongue inside me while inhaling my scent.