He stretches an arm out to lay his hand on my shoulder. "You didn't do that."
"Most men would've gotten fed up with me way before we reached the airstrip. Thank you for putting up with me."
"No need to thank me. We're partners now, which means it's my job to help you in whatever way you need."
Is that the only reason he puts up with my behavior? We had sex the other night, and though I insisted we're still only business partners, my heart has other ideas. It insists that incident meant a lot more. But I can't think about that right now. Too much is at stake.
"How should we while away the time until we reach Manchester?" Errol asks. "We could haver about the expedition. Or we could play card games."
"I doubt I could concentrate on a card game. And there isn't much to talk about until after we study the map."
"Well, then. It's option three." He unhooks his lap belt. "Let's have a shag."
"What? You need to fly the plane."
"It's on autopilot. And besides, we donnae need to leave the cockpit to have a shag. Just climb onto my lap,gràidh."
Sex in a dilapidated airplane? Oh, I can't do that. Can I? I've never been adventurous, when it comes to sex, but Errol showed me I have a lot of pent-up wildness inside me. What we did on the green at Dùndubhan would be nothing compared to getting it on inside the cockpit of an airplane.
"Have you ever joined the mile-high club?" Errol asks.
"No. Have you?"
He shakes his head, then cups his groin with one hand. "But I'd love to reach that milestone with you."
Errol is one hundred percent serious. I can tell that much. He wants to have sex right now, and suddenly, I realize I want that too. It's insane. We shouldn't do this. But I'm already wet just from thinking about it, and my nipples have started to ache, their tips growing sensitive. My own breathing makes my bra rasp over my nipples, heightening my desire.
For Errol Murdoch. No other man has ever wanted me the way he does, and I've never wanted any other man this way.
"Okay," I almost whisper. "Let's do it."
A slow, wicked smile stretches his lips. His voice shifts into a deeper, hotter register. "Remove your trousers and knickers, Ashley, then climb onto my lap."
My breaths have quickened. I want this more than I should, more than common sense allows, but I don't care if it's crazy and wrong and might result in a fiery crash if we bump into the autopilot controls. All I can think about is that soon I'll have Errol inside me again. What happened to business partners only? I don't give a damn. My hormones have taken control, and I intend to ignore my brain.
I unhook my lap belt, kick my shoes off, and shimmy out of my pants and underwear. Naked from the waist down, I stand up on my seat and jump over to Errol's side, then lower myself onto my knees. He sets his hands on my hips as I wriggle to get in a good position. While he whisks his palms up and down my thighs, I unzip his pants and pull his dick out. It's already firming up.
"Need my purse," I say. "It's on the floor behind my seat. Can you reach it?"
"No need. I've got a condom in my pocket." He shoves a hand into that pocket, bringing out a foil packet. "Here it is."
I snatch the packet away and tear it open with my teeth.
He lunges his head forward to push his face between my thighs. He licks my flesh with such vigor, such intense hunger, that I gasp and grip the back of the seat with one hand. Errol keeps going, devouring me like he hasn't eaten a crumb of food in weeks and he'll die without the nourishment my body gives him. I gasp and moan and grunt while the need to come builds inside me, and my sex throbs.
"Oh God, Errol, yes." I thrust my hips forward, silently begging him to hurtle me over the edge.
He plunges two fingers inside me.
And I plummet off the cliff. My inner muscles clench his fingers while he latches on to my clit and suckles it so fiercely that I scream. He doesn't stop, though. He keeps pumping his fingers and consuming my nub, wringing every last spasm from my body. The pleasure becomes so intense that I can't scream anymore, can't even gasp. I can only clutch the seat back and ride out the orgasm.
I glance down. His dick is rock-hard now.
Errol leans back and snatches the condom packet from my fingers. His face glistens with my cream, the way it had on that night at Dùndubhan. He's always ravenous for me, and that fact makes my clit throb again.
Errol rolls the condom over his length. "Mount me, lass. Do it right now."
Chapter Thirteen