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Electricity zinged down her upper arms as she stared at his profile, slowly realizing what he wanted.
Three fingers on the yoke, he kept his eyes on the blue sky, but she didn’t need to see them to know what he was thinking.
Her heart flipped.
Oh my God.
She flicked open the hard plastic container.
The scent of vanilla wafted to her nostrils.
He nodded.“That smells good. Feed me.”
Barely breathing, she sank her index finger into the lush, velvety dessert, fingering the smooth, cool filling. She hooked it, capturing as much cream as she could, coating her finger almost to her second knuckle.
Her heart kicked into a crazy rhythm, anticipating what she was about to do. Carefully, she leaned over and brought her finger to his mouth. His lips parted, and she slid inside, feeling his heat as he closed around her.
“Mm.”
That one hum of appreciation sent intense shivers down her lower body. Then he began to suck, his tongue simultaneously flicking, and she hissed in a breath, heat pooling in her core.
He opened his mouth to release her finger.“More.”
She started to dip inside again.
“Use two fingers. I want more cream.” His voice was rough.
Her breath was coming fast. She shifted in her seat, afraid to glance down at his lap, knowing exactly what she’d see, not trusting herself should she see it.
Sinking her index and middle fingers deep into the pie, Eve pulled up more cream and glistening vanilla filling. She brought it to his mouth, turning her fingers this time, pushing down on his tongue, and then dragging out, scraping his teeth. He groaned and promptly moved his head forward to pull her back into his mouth, sucking harder, driving her close to insane.
For the first time in forever, she wanted to do something to a man not because she had to but because she wanted to.
Up here, all alone with only him and the open sky, her body thrummed with needing him to fill her.
She wanted to jump him, right here in this plane.
She noticed that he had switched hands, holding the yoke with his left, and was reaching out toward the container.
“My turn.” His voice was a deep rumble.“You have to taste it too.”
She watched his chest rise and fall in rhythm with her own and offered him the pie, her eyes half-closing.
Adam used his thumb. He sank it deep into the middle, curling, then curling again, swiping up cream and filling, then, slowly, he brought it all up to her lips.
She leaned in to accept it. Her eyelids drifted shut. Her mouth closed around him with hunger, all the hunger she’d had for him since the first day when he had not allowed her to do anything to him but had given her all the pleasure.
Physical attraction, yes, but now it had gone far beyond that. She liked who he was. It amplified her desire for him a thousandfold.
Something suddenly snapped inside her, and she went wild on him, feasting on his thumb, tasting vanilla and cream and him. Before she knew it, her head began to move back and forth, sucking as if she had him in her mouth, and not his finger.
His intake of breath came in a hiss. She could feel him tensing, and she opened her mouth wider and took more of him, lips closing around the base of his thumb, sucking him to the very back of her throat.
He groaned.“Jesus.”
Lips clamping around him, she slid back, slowly, slowly, nipping the pad of his thumb before releasing him with a pop.
Despite the lower lighting, she saw that his pupils had dilated so much that she could barely discern those sapphire irises of his.