I frowned. "Actually, I was talking about champagne." I looked in the small bar section of the kitchen and saw a bottle of seltzer water. Taking out two glasses, I put in some ice and poured the water.
"Is everything okay?" I asked as I handed her the glass of water.
She smiled, but it was a bit lackluster. "Yes. I'm just tired, and since we're going to have to sleep on the flight, I think it would be better to have water."
I studied her for a minute. Since picking her up tonight, she’d seemed more subdued than her usual self. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Just a little nervous about meeting the parents."
Aha. That made sense. I took her hand, bringing it to my lips and kissing it. "I'm telling you, my parents are going to love you. In fact, they already do. It's going to be fine. I promise." I leaned toward her and was happy when she met me half the distance for a kiss.
We drank water and discussed what we’d been doing since we’d last seen each other. Seeing her again after a couple of days made my heart sing. I felt so good about this trip and what it was going to mean for our future.
As she finished her water, she yawned, covering her mouth. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry." I took our glasses and put them back in the kitchen. I returned to her, holding out my hand. "There's a bed in the back. Why don't we go get some rest? We'll lose three hours, so we might as well take advantage of sleep while we can. Of course, being a hot-blooded man, I'd hoped we might join the Mile-High Club together, but she looked tired and so if she needed sleep, sleep was what she would have.
I took off the jeans and a T-shirt I’d worn for the flight, leaving my boxer briefs on. Harper pulled out a tank top and a pair of knit shorts from her bag. She left the room, disappearing into the bathroom. Was she embarrassed to change in front of me? Doubt crept into my mind about how this trip might go.
When she returned, her hair was out of the ponytail hanging around her shoulders. She was braless and her shorts exposed her long, sexy legs. Of course, my dick rose to the occasion. Inwardly, I told it to calm down.
She got under the covers, and I sidled up next to her, pulling her to me until I was spooned around her. I kissed the back of her neck. "Thank you for making this trip with me."
She turned her head back to look at me. "You're welcome." She arched a brow. "Do you have something in your pants or are you just happy to be here with me?"
I grinned. "I told you he has a mind of his own. If we ignore him, he'll go away." I kissed her again and pulled the sheet up to better cover her. I'd hoped that she might offer to take care of my dick, but she turned forward, settling into her pillow and closing her eyes.
I woke up lying on my back, feeling like I was being watched. I turned my head toward Kate. She lay on her side, her dark eyes watching me.
"Are you okay?" I glanced at my watch. It automatically adapted to the time zone change. It was near five in the morning Eastern time. In another hour, we'd be landing.
She nodded. "I'm fine. How about you?"
I arched a brow at the nervousness I thought I heard in her voice. "I'm great.” I gathered her close. "Waking up next to you is always great." I watched for the reaction on her face. Would she be scared off by my talking about spending nights with her and waking with her in the morning?
Her gaze drifted down to where her hand pressed on my chest. For a moment, I couldn't decide whether it was there to put distance between us or it was an affectionate gesture. Remembering that she told me she was nervous about meeting my parents yesterday and also how she'd been nervous five years ago when we planned to come to New York, I took her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist. "Are you still nervous?"
Her eyes lifted to mine again, and she nodded.
I leaned forward, kissing her lips. "You know, the same remedy for tension works on nervousness too."
Her smile was sweet, and the blush that came to her cheeks was adorable.
I pushed her back on the bed and rose over her. "You just relax and let me take care of you, baby."
I kissed her tenderly, almost gingerly. My goal was to soothe her as well as make her feel good. I ran my hands over her body, sliding them under her tank top, molding them to her tits.
Pushing the shirt over her head, I dipped down, laving one nipple and then the other. Her sighs and moans guided me as I loved her tits and then slowly moved down her body. I kissed her belly as I tugged her shorts and panties down. I bypassed her pussy, kissing her thighs and down her legs as I finished pulling her shorts and panties off. Kneeling at her feet, I took in her soft, supple body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She smiled sweetly. “You’re not done, are you?”
“Not by a mile.” I kissed my way back up her legs, stopping when I reached her pussy. I pushed her thighs open and used my fingers to open up her pussy lips and ran my tongue through her wet, pink folds.
“Yes,” she said on a long sigh.
“You like that, baby?” I flicked my tongue over her clit.