Page 84 of Fly with Me

“Really?”

“Do you remember on the roller coaster?”

“Uh… yeah.”

Stella’s head tilted a fraction to the side, her lips pressing outward and voice lowering like she was telling a secret. “I really was scared then.”

Olive fought a smile. “I know.”

Stella’s finger that had traced the lace now touched the corner of Olive’s mouth. “You knew what to do though. Just like tonight.”

Olive reached up and cradled the back of Stella’s head.

As if Olive’s desire created a gravitational pull, Stella leaned forward, her hands finding Olive’s waist. But she didn’t cross those final inches. They just sat together. Close enough Olive could count Stella’s long black eyelashes.

“Stella, you need to tell me if it’s not okay for me to kiss you.”

“Olive.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

Without further discussion, Stella touched Olive’s chin, angling her face to hers and pressing her warm lips against Olive’s very ready mouth.

Olive pulled away in surprise. “K-kissing wasn’t in the binder.”

Stella’s eyes darted between Olive’s, twinkling. “I think we can go off book for a little while now. If you’re okay with that?”

Olive didn’t make a pro/con list. She didn’t think about just how brutal it would be when all of this ended.

She pressed her lips to Stella’s. They’d escaped their careful, stable orbit. This was a collision. This was combustion. This was explosion.

After weeks of waiting, Olive needed this. She didn’t want this to ever end. She pushed Stella horizontal. It would be so easy to pull open each of those buttons on Stella’s perfectly crisp shirt and use that tie for a very different purpose. One that certainly would not have been outlined in the Allied Airlines code of conduct. She undid Stella’s tie and slid it free from her collar.

Shit, she never realized she had a uniform kink.

All she could think of was how Stella’s wings would look pinned to a black lacy bra right before she ripped it off her. With her teeth.

Olive twisted her tongue with Stella’s, tasting her, running the tip along the seam of her lips. Their bodies pressed against each other. Olive had worn black silk underwear, and they were drenched. It was lucky she was wearing tights or she wouldn’t have been able to hide it.

Was Stella as soaked as she was?

She hooked her fingers into the belt loops of Stella’s pants, linking their hips together. Olive was desperate for any friction to soothe the ache blooming at the apex of her dripping thighs.

Just kissing.

She could do that.

She kissed along Stella’s jawline and inhaled the vanilla and lilacs of her silky hair. “I love the way you smell.”

“Do you?”

Fuck, even Stella’s voice was different now. Low and throaty, as the irresistible words pushed through kiss-swollen lips.

Stella kissed her chin. “I love your hair. It’s soft but the curls are amazing. It looks different in the light. So many colors.” She combed her fingers through the loose tendrils.

“Take it down for me?”

“Okay.” Stella sat up and turned Olive around and kissed her neck once. Twice. Three times. And one last time, right at the base of her scalp.

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