slipped her Jodi Picoult into her tote bag. Anticipation simmered in her veins. Her nerves were wild and awake, sensitive to a glance, a whisper, the faintest brush against her skin. She wouldn’t let Grey know that.
“Don’t think I’ve been playing your little game, Mr. Almighty Richards,” she whispered to Grey as she unfastened her seat belt and gathered her things. While he helped her out of her sweater, she lightly added, “I’ve been touching myself all week in the shower, and it’s been wonderful.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes.” She nodded somberly, tying her sweater around her waist. “It’s a fact.”
He extracted her bag from her grasp, still whispering for Heath’s sake. “So why are your panties in a twist?”
“They’re not in a twist.”
His smile was full of carnal male knowledge. His heavy-lidded gaze made her nipples throb. “I know for a fact that they are.”
“Ha. I can take care of my own panties, thank you.” She added a flippant toss of her hair as she slipped her feet back into her sandals.
“Can you, now?” He flattened her against him so fast he knocked the breath out of her. With a grinding move of his hips that presented his need to her throbbing cunt, he had her gasping. “I want your pussy. I want your breasts in my mouth. I want you creaming all over me.” Her body responded to his erotic words, her muscles clenching with anticipation. “You need me inside you,Toni.Three days without me and you’re going insane.”
“Dream on. B-by all means, let your imagination fly.”
He kissed her with the force of an avalanche, pouring his passion into her, his tempestuous need having built up for seconds, minutes, hours, days. “I’m so hard for you I could break marble.”
She could barely pry herself free. “Good; I hope you have fun with it.” In a nonchalant gesture that took a miracle to perform, she shouldered across him, down the aisle. Turning, she watched him slap Heath’s shoulder.
“You coming, Heath?”
Heath pushed himself off the seat. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
“He hates small airplanes,” Grey told her. “Motion sickness, I don’t know. He takes drugs even in the larger planes.”
Heath raked a hand through his hair and shook off his daze. Even in such a state, the dangerous aura around him made her insides thrill.
“Big, bad Heath is afraid of flying?” she said almost to herself, smiling at the notion.
Grey squeezed her rump before she climbed down the stairs.
“He heard that.”
Her veins thrummed as she descended the stairs, strode into the small airport and went through the long line at customs, where a group of armed soldiers inspected their baggage.
A frowning young man with a weapon slung around his shoulder rifled through her bags—his hands were all over her bras, her thongs, to the point that she was beginning to feel violated—while the three of them stood statuelike across the table and watched. Grey was simmering with impatience.
Heath bent to her ear.“I think Grey has a mind to strangle that man,” he muttered.
“Watch a man putting his hands on your woman’s panties and see how you feel,” Grey said, his words belying the coolness with which he spoke them.
When the man glanced up, Toni smiled brightly and tried to pretend they weren’t discussing him. Or the fact he wore no gloves while he messed with her clothes.
Lifting a hand to smooth away Grey’s frown, she rose on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his jaw. “I can always not wear them. I know you like that.”
Like that? She knew for a fact he loved that.
When a second man came over to “aid” in the inspection, the entire process became ridiculously intrusive and began to annoy her. Grey finally stepped forward, his voice authoritative. “Are we done here?”
The men tucked her red La Perla back into the suitcase with a grave nod, and Grey zippered it up. He snatched her hand, linked their fingers, and together they made their way through the
“Don’t think I’ve been playing your little game, Mr. Almighty Richards,” she whispered to Grey as she unfastened her seat belt and gathered her things. While he helped her out of her sweater, she lightly added, “I’ve been touching myself all week in the shower, and it’s been wonderful.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes.” She nodded somberly, tying her sweater around her waist. “It’s a fact.”
He extracted her bag from her grasp, still whispering for Heath’s sake. “So why are your panties in a twist?”
“They’re not in a twist.”
His smile was full of carnal male knowledge. His heavy-lidded gaze made her nipples throb. “I know for a fact that they are.”
“Ha. I can take care of my own panties, thank you.” She added a flippant toss of her hair as she slipped her feet back into her sandals.
“Can you, now?” He flattened her against him so fast he knocked the breath out of her. With a grinding move of his hips that presented his need to her throbbing cunt, he had her gasping. “I want your pussy. I want your breasts in my mouth. I want you creaming all over me.” Her body responded to his erotic words, her muscles clenching with anticipation. “You need me inside you,Toni.Three days without me and you’re going insane.”
“Dream on. B-by all means, let your imagination fly.”
He kissed her with the force of an avalanche, pouring his passion into her, his tempestuous need having built up for seconds, minutes, hours, days. “I’m so hard for you I could break marble.”
She could barely pry herself free. “Good; I hope you have fun with it.” In a nonchalant gesture that took a miracle to perform, she shouldered across him, down the aisle. Turning, she watched him slap Heath’s shoulder.
“You coming, Heath?”
Heath pushed himself off the seat. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
“He hates small airplanes,” Grey told her. “Motion sickness, I don’t know. He takes drugs even in the larger planes.”
Heath raked a hand through his hair and shook off his daze. Even in such a state, the dangerous aura around him made her insides thrill.
“Big, bad Heath is afraid of flying?” she said almost to herself, smiling at the notion.
Grey squeezed her rump before she climbed down the stairs.
“He heard that.”
Her veins thrummed as she descended the stairs, strode into the small airport and went through the long line at customs, where a group of armed soldiers inspected their baggage.
A frowning young man with a weapon slung around his shoulder rifled through her bags—his hands were all over her bras, her thongs, to the point that she was beginning to feel violated—while the three of them stood statuelike across the table and watched. Grey was simmering with impatience.
Heath bent to her ear.“I think Grey has a mind to strangle that man,” he muttered.
“Watch a man putting his hands on your woman’s panties and see how you feel,” Grey said, his words belying the coolness with which he spoke them.
When the man glanced up, Toni smiled brightly and tried to pretend they weren’t discussing him. Or the fact he wore no gloves while he messed with her clothes.
Lifting a hand to smooth away Grey’s frown, she rose on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his jaw. “I can always not wear them. I know you like that.”
Like that? She knew for a fact he loved that.
When a second man came over to “aid” in the inspection, the entire process became ridiculously intrusive and began to annoy her. Grey finally stepped forward, his voice authoritative. “Are we done here?”
The men tucked her red La Perla back into the suitcase with a grave nod, and Grey zippered it up. He snatched her hand, linked their fingers, and together they made their way through the
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