Page 92 of The Art of You

He quickly scanned the cabin before returning his eyes to mine, which had me believing we were still alone in the area I’d carved out for some me-time.

My brothers were more than likely still in the main cabin, chasing down leads with Roman and the two other operators who’d come along for the ride.

So, it’s just us here, nestled between two walls and the clouds.

“This whole thing got a lot more complicated with that call from Jesse, and the fact I let you on the flight after learning that news has me questioning my judgment.” Narrowing his eyes, he punctuated his words, snapping them out one by one as he seethed, “You. Should. Not. Be. Here.”

I didn’t blame him for worrying about me joining him on a mission that still didn’t have a target package. Hard to go into a fight when you’re not sure who you’re actually up against. But I was here and he needed to accept that.

Okay, here we go.I went for the buckle, and no warning from him was going to stop me this time. I needed to stand to confront his doubts. Plus, I knew he had to be uncomfortable with his head bowed and his beat-up arm in that position. Broody and uncomfortable would not make this conversation any easier.

“Did I tell you that you could get up?” His deep, authoritative tone caught me off guard, and Ialmosttossed whatever was left of my Miss Independent ass out the window.

Apparently, I enjoyed having him boss me around. Not only did I remain parked in place, I slammed my lips shut as it all clicked—thewhyhe was being a bossy alpha. He was itching for a good fight.

Forget uncomfortable and broody, he was stressed and in his head. And he needed tension relief in the only way possible considering our location. Message received. In the past, arguing with him about the silliest things always helped snap me free of my sad or bad mood. Maybe it was time to return the favor.

“No turbulence right now.” I made an O-shape with my fingers, then started for the buckle to piss him off the way I was certain he wanted me to do.

Unbuckling, I tried to stand, but he refused to move, hovering in front of me like a sexy blockade.

He angled his head, eyes piercing mine as he issued the challenge he knew I’d accept. “I won’t tell you again.”

Defiance was my specialty, and he was about to get the max if that would help him. I used my smaller size to my advantage and played a game of limbo with his arm, trying to duck under to get free of my muscular trap.

“Not so fast,” he rasped, hooking his arm around my waist in one fast movement. He drew my back to his chest as we stood in the aisle.

He surprised me when he gently set his hand at the column of my throat, then slid his palm higher, allowing his thumb to sweep back and forth at my jawline.

If he held me like that any longer, he’d have my permission to bend me over the couch opposite us and take me right there. No man had ever made me so, well, whateverthiswas.

“You really shouldn’t be here.” His breath danced over the sensitive part of my ear before he dropped his mouth and nipped my lobe.

“So you said. Want me to jump from the plane? Would thatmake you feel better?” There it was. Sarcasm. For a minute, I’d forgotten how to apply it like a pressure point. Minute over.

“Do you know how badly I want you?” Okay, not an answer, but at the same time, better than one. “How much I want to take you into the bedroom right now. And it has nothing to do with tension relief.” The dark edge of his voice as he kept his hold of me had my skin breaking out into chills.

“So do it.” I arched my back so my ass would press against the thick bulge I felt behind me. “Do all the things you’ve ever wanted to me. I just need something to bite down on so no one hears me screaming your name.” I kept my voice low, knowing what I’d said was as realistic as me actually drawing while on this flight. I highly doubted he’d make a move here.

His hand remained at my throat while his other wandered beneath the waistband of my leggings.

Okay, so we are doing this?We were out in the open and exposed to anyone who happened to walk into the cabin. Curtains for dividers were all that separated us from being caught.

The moment his fingers shifted my panties to the side, I trapped the moan inside my mouth by clamping down on my back teeth.

“Why are you soaking wet?” he drawled.

Looping my arm back to cradle his neck and draw myself even closer to him, my thighs tightened around his big hand as he pushed two fingers inside me. “You’re a smart man, I think you can figure it out.” I closed my eyes as he continued touching me.

“Such a bad girl.” Another nip at the shell of my ear as he continued to finger me.

“Only for you.” My promise had him stopping the strum of his fingers over my clit.

“You really are dangerous.” He withdrewhis hand and spun me around before I had a chance to know what was coming. “Going to get me in trouble.”

“But Constantine approves, so . . .?” I whispered as he took hold of my face.

His pupils dilated as he stared at me as if drunk on love. “Your parents will murder me if I get their daughter pregnant before we’re married.” He laid the words out fast, then slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me.

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