Page 5 of Boarding Pass (Hearts Without Borders #1)

Chapter five

Her lips are still warm on mine when the kiss ends.

Yet, I can still feel her—like her presence has sunk beneath my skin, leaving me branded.

For a moment, we stay like this. Still. Her hand rests lightly on my chest, her lips just a breath away from mine, and I’m clutching her waist like letting go might send her spiraling out of range.

It’s overwhelming—this feeling. The pull. The need to be closer to her even though we’ve just met. It’s absurd. I barely know her. And yet, without a shadow of doubt, it’s clear the moment I walked into Magnum tonight I was always going to end up here with her.

I should say something. Anything. But the words won’t come and, for now, maybe it’s okay. It’s enough to stay rooted here, caught in this strange, undeniable gravity pulling us together, something far bigger than we are.

Sophie leans back just enough to look at me. Her gaze feels like a spotlight and an invitation all at once. For a split second, I forget how to breathe.

“Well.” I find my voice, trying to break the spell without shattering it. “That was…”

“Unexpected?” She seems hesitant.

I grip her face gently in my palms. “I was going to say inevitable.”

The words hang between us. Her lips twitch and curve into the faintest smile, and it makes my heart do something reckless in my chest—like it’s daring me to leap, to trust this moment, to see where it leads.

Her fingers comb through my hair. The movement is casual, but her eyes stay locked on mine, unblinking, unshaken.

“I guess I should say goodnight.” She casts her eyes downward then back up at me. There’s no finality in her tone. It’s a statement waiting for an answer, a question disguised as certainty.

“You could,” I drawl, the words thick with the weight of everything I want to say but don’t.

She bites her lip. “But?”

“But…I don’t think either of us wants to say goodnight.” I lean forward to close some of the space between us.

For a moment time stands still. She looks at me. Vulnerable. Like she’s examining my motive. Finally, she lets out a quiet, almost breathless laugh and the tension snaps, shifting into something warmer. Deeper.

Undeniable .

“You’re dangerous, Miles,” she murmurs. The way she says my name sends a thrill down my spine.

I shake my head. “Uh, no . I think you might be the dangerous one.”

“Walk me to my room?” She stands. Slow and deliberate. Her movements as graceful as they are decisive .

Her question hits like a bolt of lightning.

Jolted, I rise and take Sophie’s hand as we step away from the table, our touch light and fleeting, but enough to send my pulse skittering. “Lead the way.”

Threaded with anticipation, the elevator ride feels like a heartbeat stretched across infinity. We stare at each other. Neither of us says anything, but the air is thick with unspoken words.

I’m dying to pull her closer, but I wait. Let the tension grow. Let it simmer.

When the elevator doors open and we step into the hallway, the silence isn’t awkward—it’s charged. Every step feels deliberate, like we’re crossing a threshold the universe knew we’d pass through eventually.

We arrive at her door and she turns to me, her lips parting slightly as if to say something, but I don’t let her. I can’t wait a minute longer.

My hands span her waist and I kiss her again, deeper this time. She responds instantly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt as she pulls me closer. Our kiss is a slow burn, unraveling everything between us, and I feel her smile against my lips, like she’s daring me to lose control.

“Sophie,” I murmur, her name a quiet reverence.

She grips my forearms. “ Stay.”

The word hangs in the air between us. A challenge and an invitation all at once.

“Are you certain?” I ask softly, barely able to believe this is happening.

“You’re sweet,” she says huskily. “But I think we both know the answer.”

And just like that, the question is settled. The door opens and our mouths crash together the minute we step inside. Her tongue rubs against mine in a slow, sexy tease. For now, I’m happy to let Sophie take the lead, and to my delight, there’s no hesitation whatsoever.

She nips my lower lip, sinking in her teeth, which sends a streak of need straight to my cock.

My tongue pursues hers, twining and twisting while my hips press against her core.

I grasp her cheeks and turn her head to where I want her.

Pushing her further because somehow, I instinctively know she needs me to make her feel wanted.

I’m the man for the job because I’ve never wanted anyone the way I do Sophie.

Sophie meets my kisses with urgent lips. Her hands frantically slide along my back, on my chest, settling on my neck, where she threads her fingers through my too-long hair. What’s happening between us is pure, primal need.

When I can’t take any more, I draw back and haul in a deep breath.

Her eyes remain closed, dark lashes against her flushed, pink cheeks.

She’s stunning. Her high cheekbones. The delicate arch of her eyebrows.

Her mouth. God, her mouth. Unable to stop myself, I take it again using my thumb to tilt her up to meet my lips.

“Look at me,” I whisper into her mouth. “Show me you know who’s in this bedroom with you.”

Sophie blinks up at me, her eyes hazy and unfocused.

I shed my coat and rip off my t-shirt and fall to my knees before her, palms on her hips.

Nuzzling her belly, I allow my hands to roam back to her ass to drag her closer.

I kiss down her stomach to the vee of her thighs and breathe in her arousal.

I have to taste her.

Looking up, I find Sophie watching me as I drag the hem of her dress up her thighs. I stop for a moment and she nods her assent, so I continue until I’ve gathered the material at her waist. With my free hand, my fingers slip under the silky fabric of her panties and swipe along her swollen slit .

“Oh, hell,” she chokes out, and with a lash of my tongue against her clit, she stills. Moans, low and keening.

Her knees buckle and she nearly falls to the ground, but I manage to catch her with an arm behind her thighs.

I slant my head to suck on her lower lips and dart my tongue through her juices.

She cups my head in her hands and subtly directs me to where she needs me to be.

Swivels her ass in slow, erotic circles as the tip of my tongue probes every millimeter of her wet folds.

Finally, I capture her clit and suck, increasing the pressure when cries out and her thighs begin to shake.

“Please. Make me come.” Sophie sounds so throaty—so aroused, I nearly come in my jeans.

“Oh, I’ll get you there, baby. Don’t worry.” I rise, and in a bout of confidence, lift her and toss her onto the bed.

Surprised but game, Sophie scrambles back against the pillows, leans up on her elbows, pulls up her dress and spreads her legs. I don’t hesitate, I lower myself between them and yank off her panties.

Her glistening pussy is like a beautiful pink flower. One I’m going to devour. I drag my tongue from bottom to top and wrap my hands around her thighs, opening her wide. Fisting the sheets, she undulates under me as I savor every swipe, nip, lick and suck.

I feel her building, and all I want is for her to shatter.

I flick my tongue back and forth against her clit, desperate for the taste of her release.

She pulses with each swipe, her ass grinding futilely into the mattress.

Pressing my hand against her mound, I pinch her lips together as I wiggle my tongue around her little nub.

“Shit. Oh God,” she moans. “Miles, please don’t stop.”

Her thighs tighten around my ears, trapping me in her silky heat. I slide a finger inside, crooking it against her spongy little area causing her to bow up. “You’re wound so tight, Sophie. You need to come so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She throws back her head and frantically pinches at her nipples through the bodice of her dress. “I need it.”

“I need it too.” It’s true. I know I’ll die if I don’t give her the best orgasm of her life.

I slide my finger inside and out, adding a second, then a third.

My dick is trying to burrow out of my jeans, but so what.

This is all about her. Her pussy is visibly quivering, puffy folds squeezing against my digits.

I close my lips around her clit, sucking and thrusting in rhythm until she bucks wildly and grips my hair, pulling my face deeper into her delicious inferno.

Her entire body ripples and I drink down every drop, soothing her through the aftermath until her thighs splay on the bed and she lets out the breath she’s been holding this entire time.

“Wow you’re a master at…at… This… ahhhh .“ Sophie flings an arm over her eyes and smiles.

“Going down on you is the first course.” I kiss my way up her stomach until we’re face to face, and push her arm up so I can see her beautiful eyes. “We’re just getting started.”

Before I allow myself a wink of sleep, I’m going to explore every inch of Sophie’s beautiful body.

Count on it.