“I’m promising nothing.”
She puts an eye mask over her face and slumps back in her seat, reclining it as far as it will go.
I suddenly want to jump on her while she’s laid back like that. The idea of me slipping a blindfold on her back at my place comes to me a moment later.
I close my eyes, doing my best to block the image out. Now is not the time. Before I know it, I’m asleep and dreaming of her in my arms, fighting to get free. Fighting and failing.
I wake up halfway across the Atlantic. The opposite seat is empty.
I get the strangest idea she’s in some kind of trouble.
I unclip my seatbelt and walk to the bathroom. The door opens just as I reach it, and Melanie’s coming out, looking flushed, her cheeks pink as she slips something into her handbag.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
She looks guilty, staring at the floor, not at me. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”
I lift her chin with my finger. “What were you doing in there?”
“What do you think?”
Her eyes dart down to her handbag. I reach for it, expecting to find a syringe. Toby said she was clean, but he only talked about family connections, not drugs. I thought Sofia was clean, and look where that left me.
“Get off me,” she snaps as I reach inside and pull out a tiny bullet vibrator that’s still warm.
“Naughty girl,” I say, taking it from her. “Thinking of me, were you?”
Her cheeks turn from pink to crimson. “No, I was not.”
I lean down, looking her right in the eye, lowering my voice. “Yes, you were.”
“I was not.”
I glance behind me. No one is looking our way. With one shove, I push her back into the bathroom, step in after her, and click the door locked.
“What are you doing?” she asks, trying to push past me. “Let me out of here.”
“You were thinking about me while using this, weren’t you?”
“No, I was not.”
“You squint when you lie. You were thinking about me. What else were you thinking while you pressed that vibrator to your wet little clit. What images were in your head while you brought yourself to orgasm in here?”
“I wasn’t thinking of anything. I was just bored, all right?”
“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. Tell me the truth. What made you do it? Tell me, and I’ll let you out.”
She groans. “You had a hard-on, all right? You were asleep, and your blanket had slipped, and it was really distracting me, so I thought I’d deal with it and get back to sleep. There, are you satisfied?”
“I will be soon, and so will you.” I grab the back of her head and kiss her for the first time.
She goes rigid but only for a moment. By the time my tongue enters her mouth, she’s melted against me. I run a hand down the small of her back, pressing her body to mine. Leaning back, I look at her. “You taste as good as you look,” I say. “And you’re not leaving here until you show me what you did with that vibe.”
“Please,” she mutters, looking at the floor. “You said you’d let me go.”
“If you told me the truth. Just seeing my cock wouldn’t be enough to get you off. What was it? What were you thinking of?”
I grab her hair, kissing her neck softly, feeling her body respond, smelling her perfume, wanting to swallow her whole, she’s that perfect. “What were you thinking?”