Page 101 of That First Flight

“I can’t get any closer, Oliver,” I tease.

He leans down and I feel the stubble on his jaw line brush my cheek before he whispers, “You’re never close enough.”

The feeling of Macey’s body pressed up against mine has me ready to go full caveman on her. I’m ready to throw her over my shoulder and not let her go until she’s flat on her back in my bed.

When I sent her to her room to get changed earlier, I didn’t expect her to be ready as quickly as she was. And I definitely didn’t expect her to walk out looking as hot as she did.

She changed into a tight pair of black skinny jeans paired with boots that came up to her knees. And she was wearing the same body suit that still haunts me from the night she walked in on me fisting my cock in the bathroom. It’s so tight that it looks like it was painted on her, exposing the swell of her breasts just for me.

I had to palm my dick just so she didn’t catch on to the fact that simply looking at her gets me hard.

I really believe from hanging out with Peyton and Avery long enough, that it takes light years for women to get ready for a night out. But Macey successfully went from a messy bun, to loose flowing curls that dangle freely down her back in a matter of fifteen minutes.

Now here I am, with her wrapped up in my arms in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

I take a moment to stare down at her, forcing her head to lift up to meet my gaze. Her thick lashes flutter, while a smile permanently stretches across her face as we sway side to side.

I need her in ways I’ve never needed someone before.

Coming home to her has me more excited than hopping on a plane to travel ever did.

And it’s so much more than in an intimate way.

I need her the way I need oxygen to breathe.

I meant it when I said she’s never close enough.

My throat feels tight at the realization while she’s in my arms and the delicate smell of her shampoo engulfs my senses.

“Want to get out of here?” I ask, but it comes out as if I’m choking on my own breath for some reason.

“Are you trying to take me home, Oliver Ford?” Macey shoots me a cheeky grin, not realizing how wound up I am over her right now.

Not to mention the way she coos my full name. I’m completely feral for her.

“I’m definitely trying to take you home, Macey.”

I watch on bated breath for her reaction as her cheeks flame.

“I like when you call it home.” She pauses, green eyes twinkling under the night sky above the open terrace. “You make it feel like I’m home.”

That does it.

All restraint is out the window when I grab Macey’s face between my palms and bring her lips to mine in a searing kiss, one I need to survive the rest of the night, one I’ve been desperate for since the last time our lips touched.

This kiss feels like more though.

It feels like the spark that ignites everything I want with her.

It feels like I’m making Macey mine.

I run my fingers through her hair, taking every bit of air from her lungs she wants to give me as her tongue swipes between my lips and dances with mine. She angles her head higher, allowing me better access as I hold her close to me. My cock swelling behind the zipper of my jeans.

Some intangible sound erupts from deep in my chest before I say, “Let’s go.”

One single night out, and Macey is floating on cloud nine.

When I say floating, that’s exactly what she did on the entire walk home. Her arm hooked with mine and laughing like tonight was the best night of her life. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she even had a few drinks in her. But she’s stone cold sober and just… happy.

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