I backed her against the door, hands bracing on either side of her head. She looked up at me, lips parted, breathing shallow.
“Second thoughts?”
She answered by pulling my mouth down to hers.
The kiss was desperate, weeks of having her in my bed doing nothing to dull the edge of my need for her. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer as I pressed her against the door. The taste of her, tea, and something uniquely Violet, made my head spin. Every kiss felt like the first, raw, consuming, like I’d die if I stopped touching her.
“All I’ve been able to think about since the pilot sent the itinerary is helping you join the mile high club,” I muttered against her throat.
She laughed breathlessly. “Poor Griffin.”
My hands found the hem of her jumper, tugging it up and over her head. She wore a simple white bra underneath, nothing fancy this time, but the sight of her made my mouth go dry.
“Mine.” My hands covered her breasts, cupping them while my thumbs brushed her hardening nipples through the material.
“Griffin—”
I silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time, my hands mapping the warm silk of her skin. She arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Too many clothes,” she gasped, tugging at my shirt.
I helped her strip it off, then lifted her, carrying her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing against my erection. I groaned and she smirked against my lips.
“Eager?”
“Shut up.”
I laid her down gently, following her onto the mattress. The engines hummed beneath us, a steady vibration that seemed to pulse through the bed.
“This is insane,” she breathed as I traced kisses down her throat.
“Completely.”
“We’re thirty-five thousand feet up.”
“Thirty-seven thousand, actually.”
She laughed, the sound dissolving into a gasp as I found that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Show-off.”
“You love it.”
“I love—” She caught herself, swallowing hard.
My heart stopped. “What do you love?”
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
But she had. Almost.
“Vi—”
She pulled my mouth back to hers, kissing me with desperate intensity. Like she could make me forget what she’d almost said. But I wouldn’t forget. Couldn’t.
Because I loved her too. I was completely, utterly, terrifyingly in love with this brilliant, stubborn woman who’d crashed into my life and turned everything upside down.
I’d tell her. Eventually. When she was ready to hear it. When she wouldn’t bolt.
For now, I’d show her instead.
