Page 120 of That First Flight

She swats me with the dishrag as she continues laughing. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Only for you.” I lean in and press a fast kiss to her forehead right above the brim of her glasses. I don’t miss the way her cheeks turn pink and the little dimple that I love forms on her right cheek.

“Eat,” Macey urges me. “We have to pack for the trip.”

A shiver runs through me at the reminder that today is the day she and I leave alone for a trip. At first, I was disappointed that Mackenzie wasn’t coming because I really do love having her around and she’s always got something funny to share. Plus, she dominates board games.

But I’m excited for this time I can spend with Macey. Technically, we’re going down because a really nice young couple offered me a free weekend stay at their new rental property to help promote it on my blog.

They are just starting out with the vacation rental industry, and there’s nothing more I love than helping people make their hustle work for them. So if it’s a place I love and enjoy, I fully plan to help promote it for them to kick start their endeavor.

“Are you one of those people who packs for three weeks when we’re going to be gone for three days?” I ask.

“I’ve never left Montana.” Macey shrugs, letting out a soft chuckle. “So I’m not sure what type of packer I am. But if I know myself, I already know I’m going to be the minimal type. Who wants to carry that much on the plane for just a few days?”

“Right? I feel the same way,” I agree.

We spend the rest of breakfast talking about what we have planned for the trip. I tell her all about the place we’re staying, things we can do in the area and places we can go out to eat if that’s what she decides she wants to do.

While this trip is for my work, I want Macey to take the reins. I want her to tell me what she wants to do. Especially after learning that she’s never taken a trip for herself before.

“Wait, where is Mackenzie?” I ask as I bring my dish to the sink realizing she’s still not awake.

“Peyton came to pick her up early. There’s a St. Patrick's Day parade that’s happening in her town and she wanted to bring Mackenzie with them.”

“And you wait for now to tell me,” I growl as I wrap my arms around her waist and my face dives into her neck. She giggles under my touch but wraps her arms around my head. “I’ve been dying not being able to have my lips on yours.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

I slow my movements because I want to feel this particular one down to my bones. Macey’s hands move to my waist as I bring my hands to the side of her face, lifting her head so she’s staring directly at me.

Her thick lashes flutter and a smile curves my lips. I feel her fist the hem of my shirt before I lean down, claiming her lips the way I have been doing so much this last week.

But this time feels better than the last.

That’s how it always seems to be with her. Each kiss is better than the last. Each touch feels more electric than the last. Each time we have sex it’s more powerful than the last.

Every part of her body is ingrained in my brain like a tattoo.

I press my body into her and Macey angles her head just the right amount, allowing me better access to explore her mouth. And I do. I taste everything she’s willing to give me.

I know without a doubt that this is the last woman I will ever kiss for the rest of my life.

Peyton

Have a safe flight!

Avery

Enjoy all that… alone time.

Kali

We can’t wait to hear every single detail.

Emiline

I mean… we don’t need every detail.

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