Page 105 of Crazy In Love
Damn it. I sounded like a jealous asshole, and I had no business feeling this way.
I rubbed my temples. “I’m sorry. That was catty and immature. I have no right to be jealous.”
His gaze narrowed. “Don’t apologize for the way you feel. Just tell me, so I know what’s going on. I’ve never been good at reading minds.”
“I don’t care about Cami.” I glanced out the window as the clouds swirled around. “Thanks for a great trip.”
“Have you ever made the mile-high club?” he asked abruptly.
“Umm… no. Of course not.”
“Why don’t we add one more first to your list?”
“Absolutely not.” I shook my head frantically. “Cecilia would know exactly what we’re doing.”
“She’s napping in the back until it’s time for lunch.” He smirked. “Aren’t you curious what it feels like to come at forty thousand feet above sea level?”
“I’ve never thought about it.” I squeezed my thighs together, glancing over my shoulder to see if he was right about Cecilia being asleep.
He leaned forward, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “I want to bury myself inside you and feel you come all over my cock in that little bathroom, Emilia.”
“I thought our time was up,” I said, my words coming out embarrassingly breathy.
“Do you want our time to be up? We aren’t in Rosewood River yet.”
I never wanted this to end. I couldn’t say that. He’d freak out. That wasn’t the deal. At the end of the day, I was going to suffer when this ended; what was one more romp in the hay going to do?
“Let’s go,” I whispered.
He had us both out of our seats so fast that I couldn’t help but laugh. We hurried past a sleeping Cecilia and around the corner to the restroom. It was larger than what I’d been on commercial planes, but it was still a tight space.
He closed the door, then pinned me to the wall and kissed me senseless. He pushed my joggers down, and I kicked them off easily, since I was wearing fuzzy socks and no shoes. I fumbled with the buckle and zipper on his jeans but finally got them pushed down to his thighs, along with his briefs. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped a few times.
“Fuck,” he said against my lips. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I pulled back to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a condom on me. I left my wallet out there.”
We both stared at one another for a long beat.
“I’m on the pill. I’ve never had sex without a condom, have you?” I asked, the tip of his dick teasing my entrance.
“I’ve never had sex without wearing a condom, either.” He searched my gaze. “Are you sure about this?”
I nodded. It made no sense that the one person I’d take a risk on would be the man who didn’t want anything serious with me.
There was no future here.
But I wanted this.
I wanted him.
I nodded. “Please. I want you inside me now.”
He lifted me up before turning us completely around and setting me on the small vanity area. He stroked my hair away from my face and stared down at me intensely as he pushed inside me.
“You feel so fucking good, angel,” he grunted as I braced myself with my hands behind me while he thrust into me.
