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Chapter 55
Ethan
Tilda’s fingernailsscrape against my jeans as she mumbles something too quiet for me to understand.
I try to focus on flying. But my dick keeps focusing on her fingers.
When I glance over, Tilda has her chin tucked down to her tits, her other hand still clinging to her seat belt with a white-knuckle grip.
I can’t see her eyes through the dark sunglasses, but I’m positive she has them squeezed shut.
“Tilda.” I speak calmly into the mouthpiece. “Relax and breathe.”
She sucks in a noisy breath.
“Relax,” I tell her again. “Breathe.”
Her exhale comes out in a huff that almost sounds like humor.
I glance over again.
Her face is turned toward me this time.
“Something funny?” I lift a brow.
I notice, but don’t comment on the fact, that her grip on the seat belt has loosened.
Her breath puffs against the microphone. “It sounds like you’re trying to walk me through sex.”
I slowly turn my head back to look at her. “Excuse me?”
“Relax.” She tries to mimic my deeper voice. “Breathe.”
Firecracker.
“Tilda?”
“Yeah?”
I face forward. “Keep breathing.”
I hear her inhale through my headphones.
Then I hear her squeak as I bank the plane toward the mountains.
Chapter 56
Tilda
A warm palmsettles on top of my hand, and I open my eyes.
Then I gasp.
I knew we’d have to fly over the Rockies to get to Nevada, but… wow.
Just wow.
Ethan gives my hand a gentle squeeze, and I twist my wrist, flipping my hand over so we’re palm to palm.
