Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(16)

I watched her concentrate on her notebook, oblivious to everything going on around her. At least nothing had happened to her. Irritation prickled at the back of my neck as I wondered if she’d deliberately missed the flight to avoid me. Jesus, she should have been grateful that I’d f*cked her, and begged me to do it again, not given me the brush-off.

Unable to take my eyes off her, I moved toward her table. I’d forgotten how full that dirty red mouth was. I’d not seen it around my dick, not yet. My cock jumped at the thought and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“So you are alive.”

She snapped her head up, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide. I bet she’d thought she’d never see me again. Well, I was determined to show her what she’d have missed.

At least she had the decency to blush. “D—”

“Stand up.” My voice was tight and low as I tried to keep a grip over myself. I didn’t want to draw any attention to us.

She frowned and dropped her notebook into her bag.

“Come with me,” I said, my heartbeat thundering through my shirt.

I grabbed her elbow as she stood. I wasn’t as familiar with this lounge as the one in Chicago, but I knew where the showers were. I pulled her in that direction. I needed to be alone with her.

“Are you okay? You seem upset,” she asked.

I couldn’t respond. I pushed through the doors to the showers. The lighting was low, and black slate lined the floors and wall. I tried the first door, but it was locked. The second one opened and I pulled her inside. Each large shower room was like a bathroom, with a dressing table, a couple of chairs and various lotions and toiletries.

Inside, I locked the door and backed her up against the wall. She looked confused.

“What are you doing?”

I wasn’t sure, but I knew I wanted her overwhelmed by me, to melt under me.

“Did you forget what I do to you?” I asked. “How many times I made you come?” I pushed my hips against hers.

“No—I . . .” Her voice quivered and I got a small sense of satisfaction. Why was I so concerned about having an impact on this woman? Why did it matter?

I clasped her face in my hands and ran my thumb across the beauty spot on her left cheek. “Why did you run?” I stared at her, trying to uncover what she was thinking.

“I didn’t run.” Her voice was breathy, as if I had some effect on her. I knew I couldn’t have been imagining it. “Not away from you. I . . . My father. I had to go to the hospital.”

I bent forward to kiss her before registering what she was telling me.

“Shit.” I pulled away, placing my hands on the wall on either side of her. “Your father was in the hospital?”

Her mouth parted as she gazed up at me. I was a f*cking * for thinking her disappearance had been about us, about me. This woman had me upside down. “Is he okay?”

She skimmed her hands up my sides. “Yes. It was a false alarm.”

Relief snaked through me. Not only because her father was okay but because it meant I didn’t have to hold back.

She smiled and I couldn’t resist her a moment longer. I buried my hands in her hair, tipped her head back and delved my tongue into her mouth. Her hands smoothed across my back; the feel had me yearning for more as I twisted my body to encourage her exploration. Her touch drove me wild.

“I’ve got to see them,” I said as I fumbled with her blouse buttons.

“Careful. I have nothing to change into.” She took over and I pulled out my wallet, trying to find a condom. When I looked back at her, she stood in her skirt and bra, her lips puffy, fiddling with the front clasp.

“Let me. Bras are my superpower.”

“I bet they are.” She grinned at me, but held her hands up in surrender. I released the front catch with a single touch. “Bet you have more than one, my friend.”

Her breasts tumbled out, and immediately I reached for my cock. She brushed my hands away, making to open the fly as I fell under the spell of her incredible tits, pushing them up and together as she worked on my zipper. They were just how I’d imagined them over the last week—and I’d imagined them a lot.

I didn’t know where to start with her. I wanted to bite, suck, kiss, lick and f*ck all of her all at once. Possession was my aim.

Shit, I needed more time with her than a quick f*ck in a bathroom was going to give me. Could I ask for her number now?

“Champ, you’re going to have to move this along. We board soon, and I’m going to be mighty upset if I don’t spend takeoff in a post-orgasm haze,” she said, snapping me out of the spell that her tits had cast on me.

I yanked up her skirt. “You think I can’t make you come before we get called to the gate?” My heart was beating out of my chest.

“I’m counting on you.”

I growled, and ripped off her panties. She was going to have to fly without underwear. I wasn’t sure if that would be more tortuous for me, or her.

“Turn around.” My trousers were around my ankles like some teenager, but I couldn’t wait to be inside her.

She shifted sideways a little and turned, placing her palms against a full-length mirror affixed to the wall, sticking her ass out. My cock throbbed as she waited for me, her tits spilling out, her skirt around her waist. Perfection.