Page 12 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

I can feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her tights. I’m hard as a rock, pressing against her, and she’s squirming in my arms, driving me fucking crazy. My lips are sore, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. Not when she’s like this, so responsive, so fucking beautiful.

My hand slides down her side, fingers itching to dip between her thighs again. I’m desperate to make her come one more time, to feel her fall apart in my hands. Just as I’m rubbing up on her, the goddamn airplane notice chimes in over the speaker, some robotic voice telling us to return to our seats for landing.

Savannah groans, pulling back slightly, her lips swollen and glistening. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she says, breathless and laughing at the same time.

I laugh too, my forehead resting against hers. “Perfect timing, right?”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips. “Best flight I’ve ever had, though. Hands down.”

“Yeah?” I smirk, kissing her one last time, slow and deep, before forcing myself to pull away. “Same here.”

We straighten ourselves up as best we can in the tiny space, and I adjust my jacket. She’s trying to smooth out her hair in themirror, cheeks flushed, still looking wrecked in the best possible way. I catch her eye, and we both burst out laughing.

“Come on,” I say, opening the door and glancing down the aisle. “We should probably sit before someone gets suspicious.”

She nods, and we sneak back to our seats like a couple of kids who got caught making out in the hallway at school. My pulse is still racing from the bathroom, and I can’t stop thinking about how I want to finish what we started.

As we sit down, Savannah turns to me, a sly grin on her face. “So, do you always get into this kind of trouble on flights?”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “No. This is definitely a first for me.”

She arches an eyebrow, clearly pleased with herself. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It’s a huge compliment.” I lean closer, dropping my voice. “But the flight’s not over yet.”

Her smile falters for a second, a blush creeping up her neck. I can tell she’s thinking the same thing I am. That we’re not done. Not by a long shot.

The plane starts its descent, and I turn to her. “I’m staying at a hotel near the airport tonight. Do you, uh, have anywhere you need to be?”

Savannah shakes her head, biting her lip. “No. Nowhere.”

I grin, already picturing what’s going to happen next. “Good. I was thinking I could buy you dinner…and apologize for ruining your tights.”

She snorts, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. I’d let you ruin my tights all over again.”

I raise an eyebrow, my grin widening. “Careful, Savannah. I might take that as a challenge.”

Her eyes flash with something dark and playful, and she leans in just a little, her breath ghosting over my cheek. “Maybe I want you to.”

Fuck. This girl is going to be the death of me.

As the plane touches down, the tension between us is thick. My hand rests on her knee under the thin airline blanket, and I squeeze gently, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. I lean in, whispering in her ear, “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

She shivers, glancing up at me through her lashes. “I’m just getting started.”

We stay like that for a moment, the world outside the plane fading away as we’re lost in each other’s gaze. It’s like everything else—my worries, my stress, the constant pressure of my life—it all disappears when I’m with her.

The seatbelt sign dings and the flight attendants start giving instructions about deboarding. I reluctantly pull away, standing up and grabbing my bag from the overhead compartment. Savannah does the same, but when she reaches for her bag, our hands brush, and I can’t help but squeeze her fingers.

“I’ll grab a car to the hotel,” I say, trying to keep my voice casual. “You good with that?”

She nods, her lips twitching into a smirk. “I’m good with that.”

We walk through the terminal in comfortable silence, though the tension between us is still electric. My mind is racing with possibilities for tonight.

I want to take her to dinner, make her laugh, learn more about her, but more than anything…I want her alone. In my hotel room. In my bed.

As we step outside into the cool evening air, I flag down a car. Savannah slides in next to me, our legs brushing as the driver pulls away from the curb.

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