He also looked sexy as hell, but that was normal.
Harrison seemed to be following a well-established pre-flight routine, along with a few superstitious behaviors thrown in, like the brief pat on the body of the plane before we boarded and the way he referred to it like a pet and not a piece of machinery. I actually heard him mutter “atta girl” after pushing a button and getting a beep in response.
I tried to force myself to relax, which didn’t help at all.
But then…then he slid on his headset and started speaking a different language to the control tower. And we started to move.
“Last chance to bail,” he joked as we headed for the runway. “I can drop you off right here.”
Harrison wasalwaysa commanding presence, but this version of him was next level. I was in awe of him as he took control of the gorgeous jet, which I’d barely had a chance to check out before taking my seat in the cockpit. He was as casual as if he was steering his car onto the 101.
I focused on his hands as a way to ignore the fact that we were moving faster and faster down the runway. Big hands, slightly tanned, with short, tidy nails. Competent hands. Hands that knew what they were doing.
No matterwhosebuttons he was pushing.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the memory of Harrison’s fingers dancing between my legs. With that thought taking over my mind, I was definitely less worried about the fact that the wheels were lifting off the runway, but now I was stuck in an endless loop of horny memories.
Like Harrison clasping my wrists and pinning them to the bed above my head, then making me beg him not to stop. Harrison dropping to his knees in front of me and taking all of four minutes to make me come on his tongue. Harrison inventing positions that would put theKama Sutrato shame.
The rapid change in cabin pressure forced me to refocus on the fact that we were in the air, and it was all Harrison’s fault.
“Look, there’s the office,” Harrison said as he pointed out the window at the gleaming city below us. “Would you rather be there? Or here with me?”
We were leveling off, surrounded by clouds. I was still freaked out, but that didn’t change my answer. There was nowhere I wanted to be more than right beside him.
“Okay, I admit it. This is nice.”
“Nice?” Harrison pretended to be indignant. “That’s it, I give up.”
He took his hands off the steering wheel thingy and held them up.
“Harrison,” I clutched the armrests and screamed. “Don’t!”
“We’re fine,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, George’s got us covered.”
“Who’s George?” I demanded.
“That’s what we call the autopilot system,” Harrison said. “Gwen, we’re all good. I’d never let anything happen to you. I promise.”
He reached over to give my hand a squeeze, and suddenly I was having an amazing time.
“So what do you think of the new baby?” I gestured around the cockpit.
“She’s absolutely perfect. An incredible addition to our fleet.”
“Are you bonded yet?” I teased.
Harrison cocked an eyebrow at me. “We’re getting there.”
Hold on. Which “we” was he referring to? Was there subtext to his comment, or was that just wishful thinking on my part?
I looked out the window at the transforming landscape below us. The crowded city faded away behind us as our view opened up to mountains with dots of green. The bright sky stretched on for so far that I wondered if the tiny buildings in the distance were the skyscrapers of San Francisco.
“It’s not the best landscape,” Harrison said, apologetic.
“No, it’s beautiful,” I argued. “I’m awestruck.”
I felt Harrison watching me. “Maybe we’ll take one of the smaller jets out sometime, and I’ll fly us along the coast. Nowthoseare some impressive views.”
