Page 15 of Girl Going Nowhere

Jesus Christ.

The second she responds to me, it’s a clash of tongues and teeth. It’s fucking hot. Definitely something I’ll be thinking about for a long time.

My fingers weave into her sandy hair, cupping the back of her head and pressing her closer to me as she sucks my tongue with that taunting mouth of hers. She swallows my groan as I take back control of the kiss until we’re pulled away by a cleared throat and a tap on my shoulder.

Drawing back, I take in her swollen lips and flushed cheeks as she nervously peeks at the flight attendant standing next to our aisle. When I look over at the pretty, dark-skinned woman in uniform, I shoot her one of my famous smiles. “Sorry ’bout that. My friend here is a little nervous. Figured I should distract her.”

The word “friend” seems to resonate with the woman whose smile grows wider as she glances between Blake and me. I know what she’s thinking. That she’s got a chance. And maybe if I hadn’t been seated next to the bombshell beside me, I’d hit on her.

She shoots me a wink before walking away to check on other passengers.

“She wants to fuck you,” are the words that have my eyes bolting back to Blake. They’re not spoken out of jealousy. Nothing about her expression shows anger or anything that would indicate she’s pissed at me for even glancing at another woman after I made a move on her.

She’s just stating facts.

I like that.

“Yeah,” I agree nonchalantly. I gesture toward the bulge evident in my jeans. “But my dick is very much interested in somebody else right now.”

Her hazel eyes move toward my erection before part of her heart-shaped lips tilt upward in pride. “I can see that.”

It’s clear to me that she has no idea who I am. I’m not recognized that often when I’m out, but I know the older man two rows ahead of us figured me out the second I boarded, and a younger guy who’s probably close to my thirty-two years subtly lifted his phone and took my picture five minutes ago.

But Blake?

She’s clueless about the current life-changing deal that my agent, Vanessa, is negotiating for me in Philadelphia. I like that about her too. It means she doesn’t give a shit about my hopeful move from the minors to the big leagues or the money I’d be pulling once the transition happens if my dream team signs me.

“Are you from Charlotte or just visiting?” I prompt, seeing her eyes warily glance out the window.

“Visiting.”

“A friend?”

She nods, eyes still stuck on the window.

“Blake.” I laugh, squeezing her hand. “Look at me. Trust me, it’s going to be better than what’s going on out there.”

She turns her attention to me, then our conjoined hands, and then frowns apologetically. “I liked your distraction before, but something tells me we may get charged with indecent exposure if we do that again.”

My dick twitches at the thought of the trouble we could get into with each other. “You’re probably right.”

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

Huh. I don’t think a woman has ever thanked me for kissing her before. “Any time.”

And I mean it.

Her leg starts bouncing as we’re told to prepare for takeoff, so I decide to reach over and move the shade down so that her view is blocked from what’s coming. “You’re torturing yourself,” I say.

She fiddles with her fingers, leg still bouncing chaotically. I bet if I put my hand over her heart, I’d feel it race.

“Tell me about yourself,” she replies. “I need you to distract me in potentially less illegal, but much more boring, ways.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” she breathes.

So, I tell her everything.

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