Page 115 of That First Flight

How do you feel about just us two going on the trip?

Macy

How do you feel about just us two going on the trip?

I keep reading the text over and over again as the taxi drives me back to the apartment.

I really wanted the three of us to go on this trip, but there's something about the idea of having Macey completely to myself that has me wanting to jump out of my own skin in all the best ways possible.

She’s mine, and I’m ready to claim her in every sense.

The same way she’s already unknowingly claimed me.

When I finally arrive at the apartment, my leg is bouncing in the elevator in anticipation of seeing her and asking her what her text message means. I pray it means what I think it means and that she feels the same way I do about everything.

When I finally enter the apartment, the only light on is the small one over the kitchen sink where Macey is washing dishes.

I stalk over to her like I’m some kind of feral animal because seeing her inmykitchen makes her look like she belongs here for the long run. All thoughts I had of asking her more about her text vanish and I can only think of having her in my arms.

Macey doesn’t hear me until I’m right behind her, gripping her waist and spinning her around until her wide eyes meet mine. Her wet hands grip my biceps and I’m too wound up to give a shit.

I crash my lips to hers with a need I’ve never felt before.

I mold my lips to hers as she kisses me back with the same desire, angling her head just the right amount to gain me better access as my tongue swipes along her bottom lip. She easily opens for me, allowing me to taste everything she has to give.

My body hums at the feel of Macey’s body relaxing into mine while her hands circle my head. Her fingers grip my hair, holding me there for dear life to ensure I never stop.

Trust me, I couldn’t stop if I tried.

My hands find her round ass and I grip tight. Lifting her into my arms, Macey easily wraps her legs around my waist, not once breaking the kiss between us to speak a single word to each other as I bring her to my bedroom.

She doesn’t release the kiss to even protest.

She wants this the same way I do.

I kick my door shut behind me before I turn her around and press her to the back of the door at the same time I turn the lock.

She releases the kiss with a gasp as I press my painful erection into her.

“Oliver,” Macey pants.

I don’t reply, I just crash my lips to hers again. Her hands are everywhere, winding through my hair, holding my neck, and clawing at my shoulders as she presses herself into me. We’re just two completely unhinged people who have been fighting this for entirely too long.

“Tell me what you want,” I choke out.

“You,” Macey says without an ounce of hesitation.

I pull my head back, holding her body to me as tight as I can. For fear that if I let go of her even the smallest amount, she will slip away from me.

“You have me,” I whisper over her mouth. “From the moment we first met, you’ve had me.”

Both of her hands palm the side of my face, her thumbs brushing the stubble on jawline as her green eyes bore into me. I feel like I can’t breathe and my mouth feels dryer than the Sahara Desert. Every breath I take is dependent on her.

“So takeme, Oliver.”

I spin around, keeping my tight hold on her as I bring her to my bed. I lay her down on her back as gently as possible while I press kisses to every part of exposed skin I can. I reluctantly release her and she props herself up on the bed.

Her pink lips are perfectly swollen and her eyes scream with desire for me.

---