“Yeah, you could say that.”
I stood up and took Gwen’s hand, pulling her to her feet. We stumbled to the bathroom, laughing softly as if we were teenagers sneaking around behind our parents’ backs.
The light switched on when I opened the door to the lav.
“You’re not kidding that there’s space in here,” Gwen marveled. “This is on par with a five-star hotel!”
I looked at the space with new eyes. “It’ll do for my purposes.”
Gwen started to say something else, but I kissed her before she had a chance. Her hands came up to stroke my cheeks, making the moment even softer.
But I wasn’t in the mood for soft.
I stopped kissing and spun her around so she was facing the mirror, and I was pressed up behind her.
“I want to watch your face when I make you come,” I said as I pulled up the hem of her dress.
Her expression went wicked as she bent over and rocked her hips against me like a stripper doing a lap dance. The view of her underwear just cresting the seam of her ass made my hands itch. I palmed her cheeks for a moment, relishing their perfect curve, then finally wrenched her panties off.
I dropped my hand between her legs and explored her while simultaneously pulling off my pants and boxers. Of course, the bathroom had condoms tucked away in a discreet drawer, and I made quick work of putting one on.
It was a short flight, so it wasn’t like we had much time.
Gwen looked at me over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for? I need you now.”
She sounded as impatient as I felt, so I plunged inside of her without another word.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her warmth surrounded my cock. “You’re perfect.”
Gwen arched her back and pushed onto me. “I know.”
She was watching me in the mirror as I started pumping against her, biting her lip as she held in her usual noises. It was hotter than any porn I’d ever watched, and it pushed me toward climax with record speed. But like hell was I falling over the edge alone. I moved faster, harder, running my hands over all the spots I’d learned she liked best until she had to squeeze her eyes shut from the sensation.
Normally, I tried to hold out, but the combination of my first airplane sex, watching how fucking good we looked together in the mirror, and seeing how very into it Gwen was drop-kicked me over the edge. I got there first, but I couldn’t help it.
I came fast and hard, shouting out my orgasm then dropping to rest my forehead against Gwen’s back after taking care of the condom. Panting, overheating, but so damn happy.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I eased out of her. “I’ll make it up to you.”
She started to stand up, but I moved her back into position over the counter. “Give me just five more minutes.”
“You sure you’ve got it in you?” she teased, but the strain in her voice said she needed more.
“Challenge accepted,” I murmured against her neck.
My fingertips found her wet heat again, and she bucked against me. She was close, and thanks to my view of her gorgeous face in the mirror, the tension built inside me again. Within minutes I was hard again, like a horny twenty-year-old.
We had the weekend for more fucking. Right now, the only thing that mattered to me was getting Gwen to scream my name.
21
GWEN
Igulped as the car rounded the bend and Carmel Luxe came into view. I was way, way,wayout of my league.
“Home at last,” Harrison sighed.
I’d already stalked the website and knew about every detail, from the handmade Italian featherbeds to the five-star chefs in the three restaurants scattered around the property, and I was excited to check into the luxurious resort. I tried to temper my excitement for Harrison’s sake. He was navigating family drama, and I needed to be there for him.
