Charming Hannah (Big Sky #1)(53)

“Relax. I know that’s not easy for you, but I’ve got this. We’re not getting in trouble.”

I sigh, not believing him in the least, but decide to take both our advice. What’s the worst that will happen? We won’t go on this trip?

Hell, an hour ago I didn’t even know there was a trip.

He turns away from the commercial airliners and drives over to a smaller plane that has the main door open, the stairs pushed against it like it’s waiting for passengers.

“This is our ride,” he says casually and parks about ten yards from the plane.

“This?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He winks before getting out of his truck, talks to a member of the ground crew, and opens my door for me. “Your carriage awaits.”

“We’re taking a private plane?”

“We are.”

I hop out of his truck and stare at the gleaming white and black jet, completely shocked.

“Wow.”

“Hi, Chief.” A man steps out of the plane and shakes Brad’s hand. “We’re ready when you are, sir.”

“Great, thanks. We’re ready any time. Hannah, this is Jeremy. He’s the pilot today.”

“It’s a great day for a flight. Smooth sailing the whole way.” He smiles and walks back inside the plane and disappears.

“I requested that we not have a flight attendant today,” he says with a smile and leads me inside the jet. It’s bigger than I thought it would be. There are at least a dozen plush leather seats, all comfortable recliners that swivel. “There’s a bathroom in the back, and there’s a galley with snacks and drinks if you want anything.”

“I’m fine,” I reply, completely shocked. “This is gorgeous. How did you manage this?”

“It’s Max’s plane,” he says and helps me fasten my seatbelt. The pilot quickly comes back to go over safety features and introduce us to the co-pilot, and then he disappears behind the door leading to the cockpit and I hear the engines start. “We’re using all of his fun toys over the next few days.”

“That’s pretty cool.” The seat feels like a big hug, wrapping around my body and cradling me. “This might be the most comfortable airplane seat I’ve ever been in.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“What’s not to like? It’s a super fancy treat. Max seems nice.”

“I like him,” Brad replies with a shrug. “He’s generous, and he hasn’t let all the money go to his head.”

“That’s good.” I nod and watch as Brad takes a seat across from me, swivels to face me, and clicks his own seatbelt closed. He crosses one ankle over the opposite knee and rubs his fingers over his mouth, watching me with hot green eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s no fucking loveseat or couch on this plane,” he says immediately. “As soon as we’re airborne, I’m pulling you into my lap.”

I laugh, but electricity is zinging through me at the intensity of his voice. “I guess I’ve been warned.”

He doesn’t reply, and we’re quiet as the plane picks up speed down the runway and takes off. I glance outside, surprised that the plane ride isn’t bumpier as it climbs away from the green trees and blue lakes below into the sky.

“A smaller plane usually means more turbulence,” I comment and turn to find him still watching me.

“This plane is pretty steady.”

I nod and squeeze my legs closed, completely taken off guard at the sexual tension in the air. If I thought it was there earlier at my house, it’s nothing like right now.

I’m going to have sex in an airplane.

That’s new.

We sit, staring at each other, until there’s a ding over the speakers that signals we’re at cruising altitude and we’re safe to move about.

Within seconds, Brad is out of his seat and next to me, unclipping my seatbelt and lifting me into his arms.

My hands dive into his hair as his lips find mine, and it’s like we’re starved for each other, like we haven’t been together in ages rather than just this morning.

Rather than sit with me in his lap, Brad quickly strips us both out of our clothes, and guides me down to sit in my seat, scooted forward so my ass is at the very edge of the chair.

The next thing I know, he pushes my legs up, spreads them wide, and buries his face in my core, making me bite my lip to keep from crying out.

I don’t need to alert the pilots to the show happening twenty feet behind them.

“You’re so damn sweet,” he growls, watching me as he licks and nibbles, then pulls my lips into his mouth and makes a pulsing motion, succeeding in puckering my nipples.

I’m quite sure I’m going to have a bloody lip by the time this is over.

And I couldn’t care less.

“You can make noise,” he says.

“No way.” I have to grip the arms of the chair for dear life, not worried in the least that I might pierce the leather with my nails. “They can hear.”

“No, they can’t.” He grins and pushes a finger inside me, watching me almost leisurely. “They have headsets on to talk to air traffic control. They’re in their own world.”

I gasp when he pushes a second finger inside and makes a come here motion, making me quiver and see stars all at once.