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“You have no gag reflex,” he said.
She gave him a self-satisfied little smile.“That’s right. My turn to feed you.” She swiped a bit of cream, placed it on her tongue, and leaned toward him.
His eyes were pure blue fire.
“Eve,” he rasped,“I have to land this plane.”
As if to emphasize that, Betty rolled over a bump, and Eve gulped the cream with a gasp. Yes, letting Adam get them safely on the ground was a good idea.
Adam
“Restroom?”
Adam motioned with his chin toward the bathrooms adjacent to the pilot lounge.
He’d taxied Betty to the FBO, where his S63 waited, growling on the tarmac. He’d fully intended to race to the Lark with Eve, speed limit be damned.
Instead, she had begun behaving oddly nervous the moment he’d cut the engine, so he decided to head on inside and give her some time to freshen up and…what? He was the one who needed to recover from how she’d fed him that pie.
He used the facilities and washed his hands. According to the contract, he had her for the entire weekend, and he intended to make good use of every minute.
Tossing the paper towel into the trash, he pushed open the door and spotted Eve at the end of the hallway, shifting from one foot to the other, hands clutching her small purse more and more tightly as he approached.
“Ready?”
She nodded, cheeks rosy, chest rising and falling with one deep breath. He walked her to his car, trying to think of something calmingto say as he buckled up, watching her gracefully settle into the seat.
The engine roared to life. He couldn’t help a satisfied smile and ran his fingertips over the leather of the steering wheel. Her gaze was on his hand. He knew it, even without looking. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that she was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together, and his body immediately responded.
“What comes next?” she asked. There was a huskiness in her voice that aroused him even more.
“You.”
He’d said it aloud without thinking, but hearing her sharp inhale, nothing would stop him from making it happen.
His hand slid off the wheel and, slowly, moved to smooth over her jean-clad thigh.“Right now, I’m cursing myself for my lack of foresight.”
Her quads tensed under his palm.“Why?”
“Because I asked you not to wear a dress.” He let his hand inch up, his pinkie stroking the crease at the apex of her thigh.“But I can work with this.”
He could feel her heat even through the fabric of her jeans.“Do you remember the hidden talent question?” Steering with his left hand, he kept his eyes trained on the road.
“Yes.”
“I never got to answer that one.” He felt her start beneath his palm. “Can you guess what it is?”
She licked her lips.“I have some idea.”
“My talent is multitasking.” He let his fingertip circle the button of her jeans. He flicked it.“This is hindering me.”
Adam could have easily undone it, but he wanted her to choose to do it.
Her breath quickened. She hesitated for a beat. Then, fingers trembling slightly, she unfastened it.
Adam grew so hard, it pained him. He could hear her already panting, and now, so was he.
Stopping at a traffic light, he fingered her zipper for a few good seconds before grasping the tab to slowly inch it down. He could hear themetal teeth easing apart above the rumble of the idling car and wished he could unzip himself, too, because he was painfully uncomfortable.