Page 2 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
No, my head is resting against the stud beside me.
I internally groan, realizing I’ve probably drooled on him.
Then I realize something much, much more embarrassing. I’m still holding his hand, but instead of our hands resting on the top of my thigh, they are now nestled tightly between my thighs.
My traitorous hips are seeking out some much-needed friction for a very needy bundle of nerves in that area because—let’s be serious—Mitch couldn’t find it even if I drew him a color-coded map.
What do I do? Pretend to keep sleeping? No. Act like it’s all his fault? No, my greedy pussy is the one seeking his hands out.
Tentatively, I peek one eye open. I can’t see his eyes, but his jaw is drawn tight as he stares straight forward.
Knowing I can’t put it off any longer, I sit up. With my free hand, I wipe my mouth.
“Sorry,” I say, starting to ease our joined hands away from the apex of my thighs, but his hand doesn’t budge.
His head swivels toward me, his eyes locking on me with a look that’s nothing short of molten desire. His voice is pure sex when he whispers, “I don’t even know your name, but I have never in my life wanted to fuck anyone more than I want to fuck you right now. Feeling you rub your pussy against my hand in your sleep is the hottest thing a woman has ever done to me.”
My jaw hinges open because holy dirty talk. Tingles travel down my body, ending at my clit.
“Please tell me you want this too,” he says, eyes pleading.
This man definitely does not need to beg me for anything, but I’m not mad about it.
“Yeah, yes, uh-huh. I do.”
“Are you sure?”
My bottom lip is caught between my teeth as I nod.
His eyes swivel around the plane. “Go to the bathroom in the back. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
I’m stunned for a moment, unable to move or respond. I never do anything like this.Ever.
But he’s so gorgeous and so sweet. I just want to have fun for once.
His fingers gently caress my leggings-covered thigh, reminding me that he’s there.
Screw it. I’m getting some—right here on this plane, apparently.
I give his hand a squeeze before standing and maneuvering past him, turning to face the back of the plane.
He gives me a wink. “See you soon.”
My breathing increases as I walk the length of the aisle toward the stall at the back of the plane. I step inside, staring at the tiny space.
How the hell do people have sex in these things? How am I going to?
I’m jolted out of my thoughts when a muscular body presses in behind me. I hear the lock slide into place a moment before his hands are on my hips and his lips are at my ear.
“I think we’ve kept your greedy pussy waiting long enough, don’t you think?” he whispers in between kisses down my neck. Shivers race through my body.
“Mmhmm,” I get out through heavy breaths.
I tilt my head to the side, so my eyes meet his. They stay locked for a beat before his lips land on mine. They are soft yet demanding, drawing out little whimpers from me with his mouth alone.
His large palm splays over my stomach, dipping under the waistband of my leggings. His fingers track down as he continues to kiss the life out of me.
Have I ever been kissed like this? Heck no. This is a first.
