He nuzzled my temple with his velveteen nose. “Of course, I’m here, babe. There was no way I would let you take your first plane ride by yourself.”
Once again, Alistair Reid was like something out of a movie or a romance novel. The type of lover you fantasized about but thought you’d never have. He was like a dream brought to life—and he’d done all of this for me.
Alistair tilted my head up, forcing me to look at him. He was even more handsome than I remembered. “Hey, now. No tears,” he said, running his thumb over my cheek.
I snorted, making him grin. “They’re happy tears. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.”
He leaned in closer and pressed his lips to mine, his whiskers tickling my face. I opened my mouth for him, savoring the warmth of his breath and the press of his tongue against mine. It was tender at first, the kind of kiss you share when you’ve been apart from someone and you want to show them just how much you missed them, but it escalated quickly.
“Pam,” he groaned into my mouth. That husky voice saying my name was enough to drive me wild.
One of his hands traveled down my chest to gently cup my breast through my sweater, and I melted against him. It felt like an eternity had passed since he’d last touched me. We had a lot of catching up to do.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked between kisses.
Fuck.
But the driver.
There was a partition, but I’d never done something so daring. Yet the thought excited me, giving me my answer.
“Please.”
He smiled against my lips. “Please, what?”
Always the king of consent, he needed me to say it. Or maybe helikedteasing me.
“Please touch me.”
His hand slipped over the soft rolls of my stomach, under my sweater, and into my leggings. I was incredibly thankful that I’d chosen comfort over looking cute.
Alistair pushed my underwear to the side, running his fingers through my center while he trailed his lips over my neck.
“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. Do you like the idea of us doing this where someone might hear us and know what we’re up to?” I nodded, and he swirled the soft pads of his fingertips over my clit, drawing a gasp out of me that made him chuckle. “My little exhibitionist. What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right here.”
Slowly, he pushed one finger inside my pussy, pulsing it in and out a few times before adding a second. I arched into him, thrusting my hips into his hand and forcing his fingers deeper.
“You’re driving me wild, babe,” he whispered, each word a soft graze over my neck. “I can’t wait to see you ride my cock like you’re riding my fingers.”
Shit.
I’d never done that but I’d happily give bull-riding a try if Alistair Reid was between my legs.
He pumped his fingers, adding soft swirls of his thumb over my clit that made my breath hitch.
“Alistair,” I moaned, fucking myself against his hand without giving it a second thought. I reached down to massage his cock through his jeans, but he took my wandering hand in his.
“No. There’ll be plenty of time for that this week. Right now is all about you, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”
Well, if he insisted. He loved pleasuring me, and I was more than happy to accept everything he offered.
Alistair curled his fingers, the pads caressing my G-spot with slow strokes while his thumb teased my clit relentlessly. I was getting close, so fucking close, and I had no idea how I was going to stay quiet.
“Gonna come,” I stammered.
“You have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”
