cascading down in random waves and kinks. His hands tangled in the mess, anchoring at the back of my head.
Then, he took over the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth, and simultaneously rocking his hips upward so that I could feel how hard he already was. He tasted so good, and it was like the kiss in the gym ten years ago all over again. The Cessna climbed a little, then gave another dip and shimmied to the right. I was dizzy, but not from the aerial acrobatics. Who the hell cared that we were crashing at this point? We were going out in style.
Chance untangled one hand and dropped it to my waistband, untucking the neat white shirt. Sliding his hand roughly up my stomach, around my ribcage and up my back, he unclasped my bra with a quick flick of his fingers. I groaned and traced my tongue lightly over his lips as he slipped his big palm back to my front and under my now-loose bra and cupped one heavy, aching breast. When he teased his thumb over the taut nipple, I almost came right there and rubbed myself hard against the strong ridge that strained against his jeans. I was hot and wet and ready, fumbling for Chance's zipper… and then I was tumbling sideways off his lap to land in a heap, half on the floor and half on my own seat.
Turns out, we weren 't dying after all. In fact, our jerk of a pilot had managed to get the plane under control while we were steaming things up in the back. Lacking any other way to get our attention, he had dipped hard to the left.
Chance pulled me to my feet and I slumped down in my own seat, fastening my seatbelt as fast as I could. My cheeks were still flushed and my breath coming in hard gasps, and I was glad to see that this time, Chance wasn't any more in control than I was. He had his headset back on, but wasn't paying any attention to the pilot, who was gesturing wildly and obviously supremely pissed. Instead, Chance was looking at me intensely, his eyes molten green.
The expression in them warned me that we had unfinished business that he couldn't wait to settle up.
Chapter 19
When we landed at a private airstrip outside of Vegas, our pilot was still yelling about how stupid we were and that he didn't want us on one of his planes ever again. I wasn't sorry to see the last of him as I followed Chance to where a car waited to take us to a hotel.
" Fisher," Chance called out. "How'd you get here so quick?"
Now that I had a chance to really see him, the thin young guy that had been camped outside my apartment looked more like a college student that spent his time eating pizza and playing Black Ops in a college dorm room somewhere than he did an FBI agent. He had on a loose green Mowglis t-shirt and baggy pants that sagged around his hips. Tennis shoes on his feet, instead of the shiny tasseled loafers I had imagined were standard FBI footwear, rumpled brown hair and wire-framed glasses completed the picture of someone's slightly-dorky kid brother.
Fisher had a nice smile, though, and he slapped Chance on the shoulder with what seemed like genuine affection. "Flew in a couple hours ago," he said. "Tired as hell, but Nate brought me up to speed on the new plan and figured I should be here.
He held out a hand to me and I shook it. He had a strong grip for a skinny guy. "Lucky, right?"
" Not very often, but yeah that's me," I answered.
" Well, you sure were lucky on the highway yesterday," he said admiringly. "Where'd you learn to drive like that and where were you headed in such a hurry?"
I blushed. "Sorry about that," I said. "I had an appointment in Lansing I was late for." Geez, the lottery. I had totally forgotten about that again. Chance gave me a suspicious look and I shrugged.
" I do have a life, you know," I told him.
Fisher cleared his throat. "Well, I'm going to run us to a hotel just inside the city to wait things out. There are a lot of conventions in town this week, though, and a big Elton John concert tonight at one of the casinos, so I could
Then, he took over the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth, and simultaneously rocking his hips upward so that I could feel how hard he already was. He tasted so good, and it was like the kiss in the gym ten years ago all over again. The Cessna climbed a little, then gave another dip and shimmied to the right. I was dizzy, but not from the aerial acrobatics. Who the hell cared that we were crashing at this point? We were going out in style.
Chance untangled one hand and dropped it to my waistband, untucking the neat white shirt. Sliding his hand roughly up my stomach, around my ribcage and up my back, he unclasped my bra with a quick flick of his fingers. I groaned and traced my tongue lightly over his lips as he slipped his big palm back to my front and under my now-loose bra and cupped one heavy, aching breast. When he teased his thumb over the taut nipple, I almost came right there and rubbed myself hard against the strong ridge that strained against his jeans. I was hot and wet and ready, fumbling for Chance's zipper… and then I was tumbling sideways off his lap to land in a heap, half on the floor and half on my own seat.
Turns out, we weren 't dying after all. In fact, our jerk of a pilot had managed to get the plane under control while we were steaming things up in the back. Lacking any other way to get our attention, he had dipped hard to the left.
Chance pulled me to my feet and I slumped down in my own seat, fastening my seatbelt as fast as I could. My cheeks were still flushed and my breath coming in hard gasps, and I was glad to see that this time, Chance wasn't any more in control than I was. He had his headset back on, but wasn't paying any attention to the pilot, who was gesturing wildly and obviously supremely pissed. Instead, Chance was looking at me intensely, his eyes molten green.
The expression in them warned me that we had unfinished business that he couldn't wait to settle up.
Chapter 19
When we landed at a private airstrip outside of Vegas, our pilot was still yelling about how stupid we were and that he didn't want us on one of his planes ever again. I wasn't sorry to see the last of him as I followed Chance to where a car waited to take us to a hotel.
" Fisher," Chance called out. "How'd you get here so quick?"
Now that I had a chance to really see him, the thin young guy that had been camped outside my apartment looked more like a college student that spent his time eating pizza and playing Black Ops in a college dorm room somewhere than he did an FBI agent. He had on a loose green Mowglis t-shirt and baggy pants that sagged around his hips. Tennis shoes on his feet, instead of the shiny tasseled loafers I had imagined were standard FBI footwear, rumpled brown hair and wire-framed glasses completed the picture of someone's slightly-dorky kid brother.
Fisher had a nice smile, though, and he slapped Chance on the shoulder with what seemed like genuine affection. "Flew in a couple hours ago," he said. "Tired as hell, but Nate brought me up to speed on the new plan and figured I should be here.
He held out a hand to me and I shook it. He had a strong grip for a skinny guy. "Lucky, right?"
" Not very often, but yeah that's me," I answered.
" Well, you sure were lucky on the highway yesterday," he said admiringly. "Where'd you learn to drive like that and where were you headed in such a hurry?"
I blushed. "Sorry about that," I said. "I had an appointment in Lansing I was late for." Geez, the lottery. I had totally forgotten about that again. Chance gave me a suspicious look and I shrugged.
" I do have a life, you know," I told him.
Fisher cleared his throat. "Well, I'm going to run us to a hotel just inside the city to wait things out. There are a lot of conventions in town this week, though, and a big Elton John concert tonight at one of the casinos, so I could
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