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A few strands of hair stuck to her face, and a bright-red circle showed where the door lock had dented into her arm. She hadn’t been staring out the window sulkily. She’d fallen asleep.
I laughed. “We’re here.”
She rubbed her eyes. “And here is?”
“Don’t you worry, Sleeping Beauty.” I helped her out of the car.
She blinked as she stepped out onto the airstrip. “Right, you said something about a plane, and…where are we going?”
I pulled bags from the car and held her close. “I’ll tell you when we get there.”
She shoved me gently. “You’re a dick.”
“But I’m your dick,” I said with a small smile.
She nodded as I helped her up the steps. My heart began thudding again as I surveyed the tiny craft. But it was peacetime. I didn’t have any enemies to worry about.
Paige toppled into her usual seat, and I sat next to her. The flight attendant walked us through the preflight procedures as I tried not to freak out. In this state, I doubted Paige would be able to talk to me, something I’d come to rely on to get in the air. The flight attendant left, and I looked at Paige as the engine started underneath us.
Her head lolled to the side and landed on my shoulder, her mouth open. Soft snores issued out. My heart squeezed. Every worry line disappeared from her face, and tension melted out of her shoulders. She’d been so crazy busy with the shelter—shelters—lately that I hadn’t seen her like this in a while.
The plane rolled down the runway. I brushed hair away from Paige’s face, and all of my nerves disappeared. For the first time in a long time, I knew exactly what I wanted out of life. And if her little snores were enough to make me forget about the rumbling beast beneath me, I had a strong feeling I was going to get it.
CHAPTER 49
SERA
Iblinked awake in my airplane seat and found Killian still dozing next to me. He’d sworn up and down he didn’t need comfortable clothes for the flight, that he was used to flying in a suit, but I’d made the right call forcing him to change. The T-shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach, and the thin shorts left little to the imagination. Desire stirred within me. I’d wanted to wait until our proper honeymoon, our new life together, started. I’d wanted to christen the villa with our first married sex. I glanced out the window and saw nothing but dark water. We’d left America.
Our honeymoon had definitely started by now.
I ran my hand over Killian through his shorts, and his eyes opened almost immediately.
“I thought we were waiting.”
I smiled playfully. “I’m done waiting.”
He growled and stood then lifted me out of my seat and carried me to the bedroom at the back of the plane without another word. I craned my neck to kiss him, and he didn’t even pause. The door slid open. I waited for the bounce of him throwing me onto the bed, but instead he laid me down and remained on top of me like he couldn’t bear to be further away.He kissed me hungrily, and I opened for him. My husband. The love of my life.
I ran my hands down his back and up under his shirt as liquid want gathered in my core. He hissed when I dragged my nails down his back but never released my mouth. I rocked up into him, feeling his hardness, and he pushed a hand under my dress.
Killian pulled back with a groan. I smiled. I’d left my bridal lingerie on under the sundress, and he’d found the garters.
“Off,” he growled.
I sat up and pulled the sundress over my head. He groaned again as miles of white lace came into view. A matching garter belt, panty, and bra set that hid almost nothing of my body.
“Is this why you wouldn’t let me touch you?” he demanded.
I nodded.
“You can do that any time.” He dove forward and buried his face between my breasts.
I moaned his name. He didn’t even move the bra aside, lapping and sucking at my nipples through the lace. The added friction drove me wild, and I ground up into him.
“I love you,” he muttered against my skin.
I pulled at his shirt. “If you love me, fuck me.”
