Page 71 of Out of the Gold

I shudder at his words, savoring the feel of his body deep in mine.

Soon, way too soon, he eases out of my body and removes the condom. Wetting paper towels, I help him clean up, and he returns the favor for me. I fling my arms around his neck.

“That was spectacular.” I kiss him.

Tracing my bottom lip with his tongue, he replies, “That it was.” His lip ticks upward. “Sorry it was so quick.”

“No complaints here.” I trace his mouth with my index finger. “Guess we have to get dressed, huh?”

He gives me a wolfish grin that would make every female’s panties drop from age ten to ninety. My breath sucks in. “Since I’m halfway there,” he raises his arms, indicating his open button-down shirt, “I’ll go first. Follow me back to our seats when you’re ready.” He buttons his shirt.

My eyes follow his movements as he drags his pants up his long legs. Tucking himself into his fly, he zips up. Still ass naked, I grab his hand.

“Charles.”

“Melody.”

My heart overflows with love. “Can I trust you?”

His thumb rubs over the back of my hand. He leans in and kisses me. “Yes.” He kisses me once more and slips out of the restroom.

I sigh and collapse against the small stretch of wall. My heart pounds with desire. Want. Hope.

As I reach for my clothes, I whisper to the airplane gods, “I do.”

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