I shrug, pretending not to be annoyed by the nickname he’s bestowed on me, since it’s clear he doesn’t like to be called Panty Thief.
“You know, Clare”—he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear—“it’s been a while since I’ve stolen a pair. I’m awfully rusty in that department.”
I double over in laughter. “You’re rusty inthatdepartment, as in …” I glance down and gesture toward his cock.
“God, no! I meant the thievery. It’s been a while since I stole a pair. I’mnotrusty with my cock,” he snarls, and I swear he’s going to nip me for saying such things. “I know perfectly well how to use it.”
“I should think so, beating off in the shower.” I’m teasing him, curious about his limits. How far he’ll let this banter go between us.
“You have no proof of that. On the other hand, someone brought her trusty vibrator on a work trip,” Levi whispers, pinning me with his stare.
And I think I’m dead.
It wasn’t bad enough his hand was wrapped around the shaft earlier when he discovered it, but he had to bring it up, again. “It’s just a stress relief tool,” I say.
He snorts, unconvinced.
“I swear, I just use it when my shoulders and neck get tight.”
“It’s in the shape of a cock.” Levi raises an eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar,Airplane Girl.”
“Would you rather me tell you that I slide it between my thighs at night and moan your name?”
He shifts on his feet. Is there sweat glistening on his forehead? “Woman, the things you do to me.”
“Yeah?” I smile, my gaze moving down his body. He’s in an expensive suit. The man must be hot. “You can take off your jacket. It’s a long flight.”
That’s not the only thing the man probably wants to take off, but I’m not about to suggest he drop his pants with his daughter a few feet away. Thankfully, she’s still facing away from us and engrossed in her movie.
He loosens his tie, but his eyes never leave mine. He’s watching me. Is he trying to gauge my reaction? I swallow, my mouth dry, and my tongue darts out across my lips.
“I could use another drink,” I rasp, and brush past him for the mini fridge.
Levi captures my arm, pulling me back against him. “Is the heat too much for you?” he asks.
I was the one in control, doing the flirting. Damn him!
“I was going to grab us both a drink.” I clear my throat, trying like hell to sound convincing. “I mean, you do look parched.”
His eyes flicker, and his gaze travels down my body slowly, like he’s taking it all in, imagining every inch of me naked. Or maybe he’s remembering what I looked like in my bra or with the towels clutched to my body.
“Are you always such a tease?” Levi asks. He removes his jacket, hanging it over one of the empty leather chairs, and rolls up his sleeves.
“You’re the one undressing on an airplane.”
Levi smirks and rolls his eyes. He exhales a heavy breath and pulls me closer, tighter. His cock presses into my thighs. It’s unmistakable, and it’s huge. “You feel that?” he says, without a doubt knowing that he’s pressed against me.
My lips part, and I can’t form a coherent thought.
I nod slowly, gasping for breath.
He looks smug, proud, and like he’s just won and ready for his victory dance. “When was the last time you had sex, kitten?”
“Kitten?” I squeak. The airplane definitely got hotter.
Am I blushing?
What happened to him calling me Airplane Girl? That was at least his grumpiness showing, but now this sexy side of him has my insides tingling, and I’m trembling in his arms.