“Why are we at an airport?”
“Because I don’t half-ass dates.” He pats my thigh.
We get on a private plane, just walking up and in. Chase pulls the seatbelt over my chest, his fingers lingering and driving me wild with the soft touch. Even though I was wet and eager when Lief left, I fell asleep before I could enjoy myself.
Chase sits next to me and lazily strokes my thigh. I swallow. “Am I looking at a repeat of the yacht?”
“Would you like to repeat that?” His fingers slip further up. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”
I groan. “Please, Chase. I can’t take the teasing.”
Well, self-control was a hollow dream. Because I can’t handle him at all. His golden brown hair, delicious lips, the way his light brown eyes drink me in. Not to mention his sexy as sin body.
What hope does a girl really have? Especially me, who has tasted his mouth, his cock, and knows just how well he can please. Chase arches his eyebrow and pushes his hand all the way under my skirt, teasing and stroking me through my barely there panties as I rock my hips against him.
He groans and kisses me hungrily, tongue slipping along mine, all wet and hot, just like I am for him. I dig my fingers through his hair and feast on his mouth. I’ve missed him. His touch, his softness, everything that is him.
Even the way he smells, the light cologne that reminds me of a relaxing rainy day. I groan and rub myself on his fingers.
Someone clears their throat and Chase draws back from my mouth, but his fingers slip under my panties. I realize he’s pulled something over my lap so he’s the only one who gets to see anything.
But considering how the flight attendant is blushing and shooting daggers at me, I know that she knows what’s going on. “Champagne?”
“Yes, please.”
Chase takes his time choosing wine, asking questions, and following up, all while his fingers stroke my clit and dip closer and closer to my entrance. It’s driving me wild and I know I’m blushing like crazy.
“What would you like, baby doll?” He looks completely at ease, but that sharp wicked glint of his eyes is going to kill me.
“I don’t care. Anything.” I say in the best voice I can manage.
The flight attendant leaves and Chase chuckles. “Something wrong?”
“You know and so does she.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you finish. The flight is short, but it’s long enough to satisfy you,” He assures me.
I groan. Once we have the wine and my champagne, the flight attendant leaves us alone and Chase gives me all his attention. His mouth on mine, one hand working my breast through my shirt as his fingers push into me.
I whimper and palm his cock through his jeans. I miss all of take-off as he edges me. Finally, I come, covering my mouth to keep myself from yelling his name. Chase makes a pleased sound and pulls his fingers back, offering them to me as my wetness glistens on him.
Leaning forward obediently, I suck his fingers, licking them clean before his mouth comes down on mine to taste my pussy off my tongue. I groan and struggle against the seat belt.
Chase hums in his throat, then curls his tongue in my mouth, rolling it like he’s going to make out with me in Spanish and another hungry noise leaves my throat.
Chase grins. “The seat belt sign is off, but you’re going to behave.”
I gape. “Chase!”
“You look cute and I’m sure you have extra clothing, but we have plans.”
“But you haven’t … at least let me blow you.” I pant, desperate for more.
He kisses me again. “Soon, baby.”
“Chase.”
“I promise.” He squeezes my hand and my heart squeezes right along with him. “Let me spoil you today and show you how good life with us can be.”