He shook his head. “When I make a decision, it is finite.”
“Yes, of course it is,” she said with amusement.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I’m hard right now just thinking about it.”
Her eyes popped wide.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and took her hand. Before she knew it he’d led her down the aisle to the bathroom, pushed her inside and locked the door. “Want to be a member of the mile-high club?”
“You’re joking right?”
He pushed her against the wall. “I never joke about sex.” His fingers pulled up the hem of her skirt and tore through her lace panties.
“People will know,” she gasped against his mouth. She said it but she honestly didn’t care at the moment. He was so aggressive and spontaneous, that she was completely and instantly aroused.
“I don’t give a shit. I want you.” He kissed her aggressively while undoing his belt and the fastener of his pants.
Tammy heard the distinct sound of a zipper, but his mouth had her prisoner now.
Suddenly he gripped her thighs and hoisted her up on his hips while positioning himself perfectly to sheath him.
“Oh my God,” she moaned against his mouth as he slid into her. He was so hard, hot, and impatient. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted her. Nothing could possibly have turned her on more to know that she did that to him.
He smothered her mouth to muffle the shout of both of their orgasms. Then he let her slide down and touch the floor. His grin was enough to melt her insides. It was mischievous and gratified at the same time.
He pulled up his dress pants and refastened them; all the while his eyes were on her. He cocked his head as if to say ‘see what I mean?’
She breathed slow, in and out and nodded.
He chuckled, and lifted the ball of torn panties he’d kept in his hand the entire time to his nose and smelled them. “Damn. It was a waste of stimulating lingerie.”
“Well, you have to replace them,” she said coyly.
“Oh, I will.” He closed his eyes and inhaled again. Then he centered his mocha stare on her. “I meant it when I said you taste of fine wine. Your scent is salacious as fuck.”
Her eyes popped wide. He was so bold! Gosh she had so much to learn still.
He grinned at her expression, tucked the panties in his suit jacket and straightened her hair. Then he took her hand again, unlocked the door and walked her back to their seats.
The next time a stewardess came by she actually blushed for the both of them.
Tammy could have died, but she wouldn’t have changed that moment for the world. “They know.”
He nodded. “Of course they do. We weren’t quiet.”
Didn’t anything bother him? She was sure she was as crimson as a sunburn. “Have you ever done that before?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “I always wanted to though.”
“Why aren’t you embarrassed? I could die with the way they are looking at me.”
He looked up and saw two stewardesses speaking in low tones and looking toward the two of them. He suppressed a smile and returned his attention to her. “Darling, they’re looking at you with envy.”
Her head snapped up.
“Maybe you should smile and wave.”
Despite her embarrassment, she burst into laughter.
