Page 90 of Kiss of Magic

“I wonder if they have a bedroom on this plane?” she asked innocently.

He raised a brow, trying to emulate her mood.

“You tired?”

“Not tired, no. But we have seven hours to kill, so…”

She gave him a mischievous look. He unsnapped his seatbelt and stood up with her in his arms.

“Grab the champagne, princess,” he ordered. She plucked the bottle from the ice bucket and he carried her to the back of the plane.

There was, indeed, a bedroom there. A luxurious one. It was dominated by a circular bed with an ensuite shower off to one side. A thick pile carpet deadened Blake’s footsteps as he carried Dani through the narrow door. He kicked it shut behind him.

Laying her among the cushions, he took the bottle from her hands and put it to one side. She didn’t say a word as he started to remove her clothes one by one.

His dexterous fingers undid the buttons on her shirt and he kissed each centimetre of skin as it became exposed.

She shivered as he stroked his tongue through the valley of her cleavage and then continued to her belly button.

When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he stopped to remove her shoes and socks first. He caressed her feet, running his fingers along her delicate arches and examining the small butterfly tattoo on her ankle.

He didn’t want to admit to himself what he was doing but somewhere in his subconscious, he knew. He was memorising her. Every inch of her.

She let him take his time. When he finally unzipped her jeans, she tilted her hips so he could pull them down.

He ran his eyes over her long legs, trying to lock them into his mind. The smoothness of her thighs, the tint of her skin.

“Turn over,” he said huskily. Without a murmur she twisted onto her stomach. He peeled the shirt from her back, dropping it on the floor. Her bra followed. Now she was almost naked.

He ran his index finger along the dip of her spine, making her wriggle as he hit a ticklish spot. She quietened when he reached the swell of her posterior.

Her lacy boy shorts did nothing to conceal the contours of her bottom. He stroked first one cheek then the other, enjoying the way she lifted her rump very slightly towards him. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and drew them off. They joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.

Throughout his examination, Dani hadn’t said a word. Now she turned to face him. He dragged his eyes up her body until they rested on her face.

“This won’t change anything, Ethan,” she said softly.

“I know. But until the plane lands, it’s just you and me.”

She smiled.

“In that case, you’d better have a drink. You’ve got work to do, hunter.”

She lifted the champagne bottle and poured it liberally over herself, giggling as it fizzed over her skin and pooled in her belly button.

Blake laughed out loud.

“You are a woman after my own heart, Blue.”

“Oh, I am. I really am. Now lick it up. Slowly.”

Her sexual assertiveness aroused him. Kicking his shoes off, he lay on the bed next to her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Forty Two

This time, they didn’t rush. The pace was slower, more sensuous. They explored each other thoroughly, learning how they liked to be touched, stroked, caressed and kissed.

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