I gently roll my eyes. “There’s no other way that would get us to Australia fast enough. Besides, it’s only long flights that get me and this one feels like it’s been going on for days.”
“Almost there.” Cian reaches across and takes my hand, squeezing gently. “But until then, I was thinking about Hawk. We have to assume he knows we’re coming just to be prepared, and then if we do end up surprising him, then that’s a bonus. Although I keep going around in circles because I was thinking…” He swivels in his seat to face me with his voice low. “How has he avoided Interpol for so long? They found us so quickly, and I figure Interpol must be like how we pay off cops back home. They’re just bigger… and then I remembered something that dick said. He was so focused on the weapons and shit that he just let Hawk go.”
“You think Interpol is using Hawk?”
I think he either pays enough in bribery that they look the other way or Hawk is smart enough to give them a bone now and then so they think they’re winning. Interpol pats themselves on the back for getting some high-impact weapons off the market while Hawk continues his real deals under their noses.”
“Makes sense. They can’t get Hawk, so they make do with getting people he deals with instead.”
“Exactly. And Hawk can spoon-feed them to keep himself safe. We used to run something similar back when this detective was spending hisentirecareer trying to nail Brenden. In the end, we gave him so many wins that he retired early feeling good aboutkeeping drugs off the streets, but it was all stuff we’d calculated to let him find.”
Cian’s really wrapped up in this. He’s so focused on Hawk that anything else would surely be a huge distraction.
I can’t tell him about the baby.
Not yet, at least. I can’t think of any scenario where he’d still let me pursue Hawk for my own ends if he knew I was carrying our child. And seeing him talk like this is the first time he’s seemed truly animated in weeks. It’s like he’s finally found the spark he needs to finally nail Hawk.
“I think all of those are really good points.” I squeeze his hand. “To an extent, it means that he might try the same with us. Some kind of diversion.”
“There’s nothing he could say to me that would prevent me from carving out his fucking heart,” Cian mutters. “Fuck, he’s got me so riled up and we’re not even there yet.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get him,” I promise, then I squint at him and smirk slightly. “Riled up, huh?”
“Yeah! We’ve got to be close, right? As soon as we land, there’s someone I can call. Well, I’ll need to find their number first but I remember my mother—” Cian pauses and finally catches on to my suggestive look. “What are yousuggesting, Faina?”
“I’m not suggesting anything,” I whisper. “But we’ve still got two hours and the bathroom is there. I bet it could fit two people, y’know, because you’re such a devoted partner that in two minutes when I get up to deal with myqueasyfeeling, you’ll follow to make sure I’m really okay.” My voice drops down to a purr then I pat Cian’s hand and rise once more.
Luckily, no one else on the plane pays us any attention. Most are either asleep or locked in to the in-flight entertainment which leaves the bathroom free for me once more. Once inside, I don’t lock the door and lean back against the small sink. It’s cramped but that adds to the excitement.
Plus, a voice in the back of my mind warns me to get one final taste of the man I love because there’s no guarantee anything is going to play out the way Cian’s hoping.
He joins me a few minutes later, squeezing his bulk into the bathroom and glancing around while laughing. “How romantic.”
“Come here!” Looping my arms around his neck, I pull Cian into a deep kiss and lose myself in his taste and his touch.
His hands roam my body, rumpling my T-shirt and bundling my skirt up at my waist. I run my fingers through his hair and nibble on his lower lip, kissing him deeper while he pushes me against the tiny space between the sink and the toilet.
“There’s not enough space for me to do what I wanna do,” Cian groans against my lips.
“What do you wanna do?”
“Tasteyou.”
His words ignite my blood and my heart begins to race with excitement. Bracing against the wall, I lift one leg around his hip and rest my foot on the cistern while kissing him deeply.
Cian slots perfectly against me and he kisses me deeper, sliding his tongue onto my mouth at the exact moment his fingers dip into my panties and slide between my folds. Every touch drives my excitement higher until I’m so horny that I might just lose my mind. His fingers pump gently inside me while his hips rollagainst my thigh, grinding his growing bulge against me. His kisses swallow my moans, my temperature rises and soon I’m utterly soaked and ready for him.
Being so cramped, laughter rises between us as Cian tries to find the best position. Soon, we’re both wedged against the sink but suddenly, Cian breaks the kiss and just as I whine my complaints, he slides his fingers out of me and lifts them to his mouth.
Watching him suck my juices off his fingers is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. As soon as his mouth is empty, I drag him in for a fiery, desperate kiss. From there, it becomes a game of maintaining balance, hungrily kissing one another and Cian sliding inside me like it’s the only place he belongs. His cock stretches me open with a warm pull of comforting familiarity, his groans are sweet music to my ears, and the throb of his length deep inside my core sends stars spinning across my vision.
He fucks me with short, hard thrusts, making do with the short space we’re cramped into. Our pants mingle between us and in barely an inch of space, our moans and gasps weave music with every thrust and roll of our hips. I pull his hair and claw at his back while he drives himself deeper and deeper inside of me, keeping one arm around my wait to support me. His other hand dips between us and he teases my clit with frantic fingers until I cum with a scream I muffle by biting into the thick meat of his shoulder.
He comes not long after and kisses me desperately, repeatedly, until we’re both spent and exhausted.
“I love you,” I murmur breathlessly. “Remember that.”
“I love you too.”
