“Mm. Okay, now I’m stuffed.” She wiped a pink crumb from her bottom lip and rubbed her stomach dramatically. “I’m so glad I got to go out for one nice meal while I was here. It was everything I could have wanted for my last night in Paris.”
Outside the windowof the Langdon private jet, the sun shone blindingly bright. Below them, puffy clouds drifted over the endless expanse of the ocean. Ruby leaned back in her seat, relaxing into the soft leather as she stretched her legs out in front of herself. “I could get used to this.”
Flynn gave her a knowing look. “Flying commercial has been ruined for you forever.”
“You still do, though, right?” She remembered him saying he’d taken a commercial flight from London to Paris to meet her.
“But I fly first class,” he said, raising his eyebrows at her.
“Ugh, you’re so annoyingly rich,” she muttered, but there was no heat to her words, because they both knew she didn’t find anything about him annoying, rich or not.
“And yet, it’s not my private jet we’re flying on today,” he commented.
She smiled. “Right. It’s actuallymyconnection with the Earl of Highcastle that got us this flight.”
“I could have asked him too,” he reminded her.
“But you didn’t. I did.”
“Details.”
She turned her head and kissed him, sliding her tongue over his bottom lip to taste the salty flavor of his skin. His hand cupped the back of her head, drawing her closer as he deepened the kiss. She and Flynn had kissed a lot during their time together in Paris, mostly chaste kisses, expressing affection more than desire while she was sick. This wasn’t a sickbed kiss, though. This kiss was full of fire and passion, fingers grasping at fabric and tongues tangling.
They hadn’t had sex since that first night in London, although tonight she hoped that might change. She wanted an amazing night of farewell sex, and this kiss left little doubt that Flynn wanted the same thing.
His hand dropped to her breast, finding and pinching her nipple beneath the combined layers of her dress and bra. “How’re your lungs?”
“Pulling in more air than they have in weeks,” she whispered, sucking in a deep breath as his hand wandered down her stomach.
“That’s good news.” His voice was deep and gravelly, the way it sounded during sex, igniting a throbbing ache between her thighs.
She gasped as he cupped her through her dress. “Flynn…”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You, in my bed tonight.”
“Yes.” He captured her mouth for another blistering kiss. “Anything you want, as long as you’re feeling up for it.”
“Oh, I’m up for it.” She glanced over and saw the tent in the front of his pants. “And I don’t think I’m the only one.”
He chuckled, stroking her through the thin cotton of her dress. “Definitely up.”
“Tonight feels like a long way off,” she grumbled, hearing the whine in her voice. Her friends would be all over them when they got back to the castle, and then dinner…
“Who says you have to wait?” Flynn’s fingers grew more insistent.
She moaned softly. “What?”
“We’re the only ones on this flight, if you hadn’t noticed,” he murmured as his hand slid beneath her skirt. “But tell me if this makes you uncomfortable.”
She glanced around the interior of the Langdon jet, taking in the empty leather seats, the bar to their left, the partition separating them from the cockpit. There was no flight attendant, as they had access to a variety of refreshments in the bar. Flynn was right. They were, for all intents and purposes, alone. “It doesn’t.”
He pushed aside her panties, bringing his fingers against her bare skin.
“Oh my God.” Her voice had gone impossibly high pitched.
Flynn rested his forehead against hers, leaning in close as his fingers began to work. His thumb circled her clit as he pressed two fingers against her opening, teasing her, testing her. She whimpered, spreading her legs wider to encourage him, and he took full advantage. His fingers stroked and plunged, giving pressure and friction everywhere she needed it.
