Time on the plane seemed to pass at a different speed than in real life. I couldn’t focus on my book or any of the films. I just needed Ethan. I wanted him to tell me everything was going to be okay.
By the time the plane arrived and I’d passed through security, my excitement and nerves had brought on full body shaking. Border control must have thought I was smuggling something illegal. I was surprised I wasn’t searched.
Ethan spotted me before I saw him and the smile that spread across his face made my stomach curl. Jesus, I’d forgotten how handsome he was. I was tempted to dry hump him right there. Our eyes locked and he cupped my face with his hands and slid his lips across mine, softly, gently.
“God, you smell good,” he said into my mouth. “And you taste good,” he said, trailing his tongue along my bottom lip. “And you look phenomenal. Are you sure you’re real?”
He dipped his tongue past my lips and pushed against mine. I moaned. God, how I had missed the feel of him. I smoothed my hands up from his shoulders to find his neck, straining and tight under my fingers. He pulled me toward him, deepening his kiss, pressing my body to his, pushing his hardness against my stomach. I needed him, in every way, right there. He circled his hips and then pulled his head back.
“We should go, or I’m going to get arrested.”
“I think it would be worth it.”
He growled and grabbed my abandoned suitcase in one hand, my arm in the other and started charging toward the exit. I had to half skip to keep up with his large strides and determined pace.
“Like the idiot I am, I drove,” he said tightly. “Thought it would stop me from having you in the back of the car in front of Rory.”
Ethan
I heard Anna laugh and I turned my head. She was looking at me, laughing at me.
“What?” I asked, without interrupting our breakneck pace to the car.
“You.”
“You’re laughing at me, Miss Anna?”
“I am.”
“I’m so pleased I amuse you.”
“It’s forty minutes. I thought I wanted you bad, but it’s only forty minutes.”
But I really couldn’t wait, or didn’t want to. It had been too long and now I wanted to feel her, touch her, taste her. I didn’t want to waste a single second.
“Tell me what you have planned for us today.”
We reached the car and I popped the trunk and looked at her quizzically as I put her case inside.
“My plans are all about you and me naked for the rest of the day.”
“I get that. Tell me what you have planned, exactly.”
I studied her for a few moments, and she returned my look. She didn’t explain herself. Didn’t rush me. She just waited.
“Well, I made a promise to you that I wasn’t able tokeep, so I have some making up to do,” I said as we got into the car.
“Yes, Mr. Scott, you told me that you’d make me come every day you were away. So I calculate that you owe me twenty-two orgasms.”
I smirked at her. “You’ve been counting?”
“Counting the days until I had you inside me again.”
“Fuck, Anna.” I crunched the gears and sped out of the parking lot. “And don’t look at me like that. Not now. Not yet. Not when I can’t do anything about it.”
“Like what?” she asked, innocently fluttering her eyelashes at me.
“You know that I need to be inside you when you look at me like that.”
