“Nick,” I whisper.
He braces over me, eyes dark with hunger, but there’s something softer there too. Something that makes my throat ache. “This isn’t just about the list, Jules. It’s about celebrating you and making memories. You’re mine, sweetheart. Thank you for choosing me.”
The words leave me breathless.
“You chose me,” I say.
None of this feels real.
His mouth crashes down on mine, and it’s full of possession and devotion. Heat pulses through me as his hands roam, pulling at my clothes until my dress is gone. His mouth trails down my throat, biting, sucking, kissing, until I’m writhing beneath him. When he peels my panties down my thighs, they’re soaked. He pauses, looking at me like he’s starving.
“Mine.” He growls, and it’s feral.
Nick strips out of his suit pants and boxers, and the sight of him makes me whimper. He’s thick, heavy, and ready, and my entire body clenches with anticipation. He drags himself through my slickfolds, teasing me, circling my clit, dipping inside me just enough to make me cry out.
“Don’t tease me,” I beg, nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you.”
He thrusts his fist into my hair. Nick’s jaw is locked tight, and the pupils of his golden-brown eyes are blown.
“You’ll always get what you need from me,” he promises, slamming into me in one deep, claiming thrust.
I scream, my body arching, clutching him as he fills me to the hilt. For a moment, it’s too much. Too good. My body grips him like every part of me was made for him.
“I love you,” he whispers.
My eyes sting, but my voice doesn’t shake. “I love you.”
That’s all it takes.
He pulls back and drives into me again—harder. The sound that leaves me is pure surrender.
His mouth closes over my nipple, teeth tugging until I gasp. He soothes it with his tongue while his fingers pinch the other peak. Pleasure spreads through me.
“More,” I say, clinging to him.
He hooks my ankles over his shoulder and thrusts deeper, grinding against the spot inside me that makes me see actual stars. My fingers fist the sheets so hard that I think they’ll tear.
“You were made for me.” He groans in my ear.
My body clenches, spasming around him, and my climax tears through me. It’s violent and consuming as I scream his name, soaking him.
The sight of me unraveling destroys him. His thrusts turn frantic, and with a guttural groan, he empties into me. Nick almost collapses, but he holds himself upright.
I cling to him, kissing his jaw, his lips, his shoulder.
“Jules,” he whispers against my lips, “I don’t deserve you.”
I cup his face, stroking his cheek. “But you’ve got me.”
We stay tangled together, my legs around him, his breath raggedin my ear. And for the first time in my life, I understand what it’s like to love and be loved.
Finally, he pulls the blanket over us, his arm banding around me, his lips brushing my hair.
“So, how does it feel to be an official member of the Mile-High Club?” he whispers.
“Great. Do I get a member’s jacket?” I smile, exhausted and glowing.
He chuckles, kissing my mouth again. “I might be able to arrange that. Just hope the next time you fly, you think about this. About us.”
