She slammed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip, her pussy clenching down all around him as he rubbed his thumb against her clit. She was so tight and hot and wet…
He held back a groan when she squirmed, her body restlessly begging him for more. He moved his thumb over her clit even harder, making sure to keep pressure there, while thrusting inside of her with his fingers. Harder. Faster.
Fuck, she was going to kill him with those tiny little breaths she kept letting out.
She rocked her hips as he moved within her, and he lifted a knee under the blanket to hide her frantic movements. He could tell by the way her tight pussy was clenching down on his fingers that she was close. So fucking close. And damn if he wasn’t close to ruining his damn pants, too, just from touching her.
He wished more than anything that they weren’t on an airplane right now.
If only they were in a hotel room where she could scream his name without holding back. Where he could make her beg for his touch. Where he could do more.
“Come for me,” he whispered, thrusting harder and pressing his thumb more insistently against her.
“C-Cooper,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He glanced around, making sure no one heard, then returned his attention to her flushed face. She looked so damn erotic right now, on the precipice of orgasm. She bit down harder on her lip, and he wished more than ever that his cock could be buried inside her when she came.
“Yes. That’s it,” he whispered, scraping his thumb against her sensitive clit. She pumped her hips one last time, and then her body went tense, her pussy squeezing down on him as she exploded. He didn’t let up on her once she relaxed, instead he brushed his thumb over her clit and wiggled his fingers again.
She tensed again, her cheeks even more red, and this time he withdrew his hand from between her legs. She collapsed against her seat, breathing heavily. Satisfaction poured through his veins.
The fasten seatbelts sign came on with a ding. Kayla’s eyes went wide, and he saw a mixture of awe and embarrassment in her expression. “Oh my God.”
He offered her an easy grin, even though his blood was pounding in his head and his cock was so fucking hard it hurt to move. “Now buckle up. We’re about to land, if I’m not mistaken.”
She tugged down her skirt and fastened her seatbelt with shaking fingers, and he busied himself with adjusting his khakis to allow room for his painful erection. Jesus Christ, he’d never been so turned on in his life.
And yet…even he was a little shocked at what they’d just done. Hell, he didn’t go around fucking women in public. Granted, he didn’t actually fuck her, but still.
He’d made her come—on an airplane, of all places.
What had gotten into him? And why couldn’t he wait to get his hands on her again? On the plane, in the airport, in a hotel. He didn’t care where or when, but he needed more. She intoxicated him in every way.
He drew in a deep breath and looked at her, prepared for anything from tears to anger. Instead, she held up one of her crazy little wipes at him, her eyes on his hands, as calm as can be. “Here. For your hand.”
He let out a short laugh then swallowed it down. He’d expected her to panic about landing or about, oh, he didn’t know, fucking coming in front of a whole plane, and she handed him a sanitary wipe? The woman was unbelievable. “Seriously?”
She turned beet red. “Sure, why not?”
He took the wipe from her and cleaned his fingers, his thoughts scattered. “You have something for any situation in that thing, don’t you?”
“Pretty much.” She shrugged and dropped her gaze. Then peeked back up at him from behind her hair. “I like to be prepared. Oh, and thanks, by the way. For all the distracting.” She flushed even more. “You went above and beyond the call of duty. So…yeah. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said dryly.
The way she clutched her hands together tightly told him all he needed to know about her. She might pretend that it wasn’t a huge issue to her, but she was clearly nervous as hell. Their eyes met, but instead of calming him down…she fueled him on.
She might think this was the end of their time together, but if he had anything to say about it…it was only the beginning.
…
Well, that had certainly been a plane ride like no other.
Ever since Cooper had made her come with his fingers and a few whispered words, she’d been at a loss for what to say. He seemed to accept this without question, though. In fact, he’d been holding her hand and comforting her as they descended.
Who was this man, and what planet did he come from? In her experience, men like Cooper weren’t real. They existed purely in the pages of romance novels and chick flicks.
But here he was. In the flesh. Driving her crazy with need.