Page 44 of Cream Pie

We dress quickly, grinning hugely at each other before he pushes me against the door again and kisses me, this time slow and deep, until my toes curl.

“Ladies first?” he grins, nodding at the door. I giggle and raise up on my toes to kiss him again, and I start to turn, when he stops me.

“Wait, actually,” Javier growls quietly. “Listen, Amy, when we land back in New York…”

I smile, even though there’s a little twinge when I realize what he’s saying. But really, what else could this ever be? With who he is, and who I am? Of course, this is it, as much as it sours in me when I think of it like that.

I swallow, and I nod quickly.

“Right, yeah, of course,” I say as brightly as I can. “This was just a vacation fli—”

“No,” he growls deeply, shaking his head as his eyes blaze. He takes my hands, pulling me into him, and I bite my lip as I look up into his eyes.

“No,” he says again quietly, shaking his head. “I was actually going to say, when we land, can you come to my place?”

I swallow thickly as the heat teases through me, both of us eyeing each other.

“What happened to what happens on vacation?”

“Fuck that,” he growls before his lips crash into mine. I moan into the kiss, his hands holding me possessively before he pulls back.

“What happened on vacation is like nothing I’ve ever known before, Amy,” he growls quietly. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt.”

My face burns hotly, and something electric buzzes through me as I look up into his eyes.

“This conversation might actually be better outside a plane bathroom,” he says with a grin. I giggle as he pulls me into his arms.

“So let’s finish it at my place.”

I rake my teeth over my lip. “Wait, just to clarify—”

“To clarify, I want you,” he puts. “But I don’t just ‘want you.’ I want all of you. I want the feeling I get when you’re with me not just here, but always, Amy.”

I gasp as he kisses me, sinking into his embrace.

“Javier—”

“The details will come second,” he growls. “The what-ifs and the consequences. All of it. First though, comes us.”

“I think I like that idea,” I whisper heatedly, looking up into his gorgeous eyes.

“Come to my place when we land?”

“Yes.”

We crash into each other again, kissing until my lips are bruised. Then it’s the matter of sneaking back to our seats. Luckily, everyone’s still asleep. Well, everyone but one of the stewardesses, but all she does is give me a small grin and a look that says “you do you, girl” before she goes about her business.

And then, I sleep, and I dream that I’m in his arms the rest of the way home.

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