His own release flooding him and filling me.
For a heartbeat, the only sounds were our ragged breaths and the low hum of the plane.
But then he was pulling back, just enough to meet my gaze again, a rim of hazel barely visible around his blown pupils.
Christ.
I wasn’t going to get a single second of sleep on this flight.
Chapter 4
Sienna
Matt’s scent still lingered on my skin as I exhaustedly dragged my roller behind me down the gangway.
I’d let him touch me three more times after the first, need outweighing rational thought.
The partition had gone back up after that, him insisting he needed at least an hour of sleep, but I hadn’t been able to for a single second.
My body ached in every good way and a handful of bad ways from not getting any rest, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Ryan was no longer the last person I’d slept with.
Thatwas enough to make the stupid decisions worth it.
I tried not to think about how Matt’s hands had felt on my skin despite being able tofeelhis presence walking behind me.
We hadn’t exchanged full names, hadn’t given each other phone numbers — once and done.
That was it.
Strangers who probably wouldn’t cross paths again.
And even though he’d touched me like Satan himself had blessed him with the ability to give out sin, I was fine with that.
He’d raised my standards.
But something was different.
Something I couldn’t quite place.
The staff along the gangway gave me a smile and a wave.
But I saw the way their faces shifted just as I got passed them, morphing into something far more reverent and appreciative in the millisecond before they were out of view.
Their gaze locked on the man behind me.
On Matt.
Like they knew who he was.
The moment my sandaled foot crossed the threshold into the airport to head for Immigration, I heard it.
“How was your flight, Mr. Strathmore? Everything up to standards?”
I froze.
Just for a half-second.
