“That sounds fun, but I want to sleep.” She leaned back and closed her eyes.
“Go to the back of the plane, first three doors on your left. I have extra clothes hanging in each closet, so if you’d like to borrow something to sleep in, be my guest. However, choose your sleeping quarters wisely, because one is mine,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the corner. “But no pressure.”
She stood, moving in the direction of the bedrooms. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
After using the bathroom, she stripped down to her panties and searched through the closet, finding a soft yellow t-shirt. She wasn’t sure if the bedroom she’d chosen was his, and she was so tired that it didn’t matter. She pulled on one of Christian soft tees and crawled into bed, sighing as the cool sheets whispered against her skin.
In what seemed like seconds later, she opened her eyes and found Christian sprawled out beside her. His large, lean body took up most of the bed as he slept. Gold-tipped lashes rested on his cheeks and his sensual mouth was slightly parted. Unfortunately, he didn’t look sweet or innocent while he slept.
Her brain told her to leave the room and find another, but her body refused to cooperate. As a compromise, she tried going back to sleep, but found it to be elusive. She must have slept far longer than she thought.
Tentatively, she reached out to trace Christian’s lips and jaw line. A small sweep of his eyebrows had her complaining about men and indecently long lashes. Of course, Johnny Depp costumed as a pirate come to mind. “Eyeliner would look hot on you.”
“Any time you want.”
“Argh,” she shrieked, almost falling off the edge of the bed.
Saving her, he caught hold of her arm and pulled against him. “How’s the sunburn?”
“Much better,” she gulped. Her ni**les grew hard, tightening to the point of pain.
“Am I allowed to touch you?”
Nodding, her heart slammed against her chest. “Just go slow.”
“I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.” His hand smoothed down her back, finding her butt and cupping a cheek. “Does this hurt?”
“No.”
He kissed her forehead. “Your turn.”
“Why are you in my bed?” she asked, squeezing her eyes shut.
“I meant it was your turn to touch me.” Laughter rumbled from his chest. “Technically, every bed is mine since I own the plane.” His lips brushed her eyebrows, then her nose. “Have you figured out where I’m taking you?”
“In here?”
He pulled her thigh over his. She grabbed his butt, firm and muscular from the hours of exercise he put in to stay in shape. “Bold move, love. I like it.” Boxer briefs did little to hide his arousal as he pressed it against her. He was hard and thick. She grew wet, heated. “Now, guess again.”
“India?” Opening her eyes, she slid her other hand up his muscular chest.
Rolling her to her back, he lowered his mouth, hovering it millimeters away from her lips. “Is this allowed, too?”
“Yes,” she exhaled on a moan as he rocked against her. She ached all over. For him. “Are you taking me to Hawaii?”
“Nope.” He nibbled on her bottom lip, still not kissing her. In fact he was driving her insane with wanting him. “Guess again.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands slid into her hair, gently rubbing at the scalp. “Timbuktu?”
His teeth found her ear and bit down. Hard. Just the way she liked it.
“Getting warmer.”
No, she was getting hotter. Volcanic. “Norway?” Now his talented tongue and lips had found the hollow of her throat.
“Too cold. Come on, baby, you’re not even trying. Think.”
But she couldn’t as his hands slid from her hair and cupped her br**sts, lifting them up for his pleasure. His tongue flicked out on each nipple, making her arch her back and sink her hands into his hair to draw him closer. The t-shirt she wore became wet from his ministrations. His hot mouth opened over a nipple. She cried out when he began to suckle through the cotton material. His hips moved, the hard part of him grinding into her in the most delicious way.
Her hands fell away, searching for sheets that she needed to grip. “Oh God.”
Slowly, he edged the t-shirt upward, baring her skin to him. He pressed open mouth kisses to her stomach, blazing a path downward. His tongue circled her bellybutton. “Zoe, let me take care of you. Let me touch you here.” His thumb slipped under the edge of her panties, a teasing caress.
“I-I…” She arched into his palm as he cupped her, trembling at his touch. He licked the insides of each thigh, then bit them. Lick, nibble and bite. Over and over, he followed this pattern. Driving her to a blinding point of need, until she grabbed his head and guided him where she wanted him the most.
“You’re so wet for me.”
Zoe looked into his passion-filled eyes. The satisfied expression on his face, the smile that was triumphant and tender. “Please, Christian.”
His smile became wolfish and just as he eased the lace over her hips, a discreet tap on the door sounded. He paused, his fingers letting go of her and flexing.
“Mr. Romanov, we’ve been contacted for an Angel Flight. Should I tell the pilot to decline or accept?”
“We always accept.” He kissed his way back up her body, until she was trembling with desire. “We’ll finish this later.” His mouth covered hers for a lingering kiss.
“But I don’t want to stop.” Later was no good. Later she might come to her senses. Later, he might do the same.
“Neither do I, but I don’t have much of a choice.”
“Yes, you do.” She kissed him again, until he was the one trembling and fisting his hands in her hair.
He growled, then turned his head, ending their kiss. “Stop…we have to stop. I’m sorry, but an Angel Flight is for critically ill patients whose family can’t afford to get them to the places they need to receive treatment. No matter how much I want you right now, I can’t. Please understand.”
Her jaw dropped. Finally, she managed to say, “I’ve never heard about you doing this.”
“This isn’t about me,” he whispered against her lips. “It’s about helping other people. The press doesn’t need to know everything.”
“One last kiss, then you can let me go.”
A predatory light filled his eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”