Page 179 of Knot Happening Again

Heat pools in my belly at his words. "How?" I ask, even though I have a pretty good idea.

His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my dress higher. "Let me pleasure you," he says, his fingers tracing patterns on my sensitive skin. "Let me worship you the way you deserve."

I bite my lip, considering. We're alone on this plane, flying high above the world. Leon's touch is igniting a fire within me.

"Okay," I whisper, spreading my legs slightly.

Leon's eyes darken with lust. He leans in, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as his hands push my dress up around my hips. I lift slightly, allowing him to pull my panties down and off.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw and down my neck. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my skin.

I shiver at his words, tilting my head to give him better access. His hands caress my thighs, gently urging them further apart.

Leon kisses his way down my body, pausing to nip and suck at my collarbone, the swell of my breasts as he takes the straps of my dress down and bares them. When he finally settles between my legs, I'm already breathing heavily, my body thrumming with anticipation.

The first swipe of his tongue against my core makes me gasp. Leon groans, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"You taste even better than I remember," he says, his voice rough with desire.

I thread my fingers through his hair, urging him closer. He needs no further encouragement, diving in with enthusiasm. His tongue circles my clit before dipping lower, teasing my entrance.

I arch my back, pressing myself against his mouth. "Leon," I moan, beyond caring how needy I sound.

He redoubles his efforts, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit. Two fingers slide inside me, curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars.

The pleasure builds quickly, coiling tight in my core. I'm vaguely aware of the hum of the engines, the slight turbulence that rocks the plane, but it all fades away under Leon's ministrations.

"I'm close," I pant, my hips rocking against his face.

Leon hums in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through me. He sucks my clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers pump in and out of me.

My orgasm crashes over me suddenly, intense and all-consuming. I cry out, my body arching off the plush leather seat. Leon works me through it, not letting up until I push weakly at his head, oversensitive.

As I come down from my high, Leon presses gentle kisses to my inner thighs. He looks up at me, his chin glistening with my arousal, and I feel a fresh wave of heat wash over me.

"Was that okay?" he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

The sight takes my breath away. This huge man, a world champion fighter at the height of his career, is on his knees in front of me, acting flustered and insecure.

I laugh breathlessly, tugging him up for a kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it sends a thrill through me. "More than okay," I assure him.

Leon grins, settling back into his seat across from me. I can see the obvious bulge in his pants, but he makes no move to address it.

"We've still got a long flight ahead of us," he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Any ideas on how to pass the time?"

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something,"

CHAPTER 48

LEON

My heart races as I guide Ophelia through the restaurant doors, her hand warm in mine. The flight here was... intense. Six hours of worshipping her body, bringing her to climax again and again. I'm a seasoned traveler, but I could get used to flying the skies like this a hell of a lot more often. My own arousal throbs insistently, but I push it aside. Tonight is about her.

The maître d' greets us with a bow. "Monsieur Carver, Mademoiselle Thompson. Your table is ready."

I feel Ophelia stiffen slightly beside me at the use of her name. I squeeze her hand reassuringly as we follow the maître d' to the elevator.

"How do they know who I am?" she whispers.

---