He wraps his hands around the back of my thighs as my knees sink into the leather. He rocks my hips so that I can feel how hard he is.
“Where are the security personnel?” I kiss his throat, his jaw.
I let my head arch back as he bites along my collarbone while he drags the thin sleeves of my cashmere wrap off my shoulders and down my arms. He cups my breast and rubs his thumb over the nipple. “As absent from our private time as possible. They’re up front with the door shut.”
My nipples tighten for him, sending lightning shooting to my core. I reach between us and unlatch the button on his black jeans. Peel the zipper down slowly. He’s almost always commando.
He lifts up under me, shoving the material down until his cock is free before settling back in his seat. Rising on my knees, I reach inside the blanket he’s carefully wrapped around our bodies and tug my shorts and panties to the side.
Guiding his cock to my entrance, he watches me while I lower myself onto him. His gray gaze is hooded. Molten. “Nice and slow, candy head. Take control and ride me like we’ve got all the time in the world.”
I move over him slowly, making every move purposeful. Intense. Our gazes stay locked the entire time. Sharing soft groans and lingering kisses. Building heat between our bodies and a connection between our souls that will last a lifetime.
All that emotion is too much for my heart to hold. It spills into every cell. An orgasm that’s more than physical begins to well in my core.
“That’s it. Like that.” He’s reverent in the way he loves me. As if, until now, he’s locked everything inside where I couldn’t see. The look in his eyes is open and raw and sexy as hell. “God, it always feels good with you.”
The orgasm finally breaks its dam. I shatter slowly. My inner walls ripple as my back arches. My senses temporarily shut off when the pleasure overwhelms. A sob rips from my lips, and he catches it greedily.
He leans forward, adjusting our angle and thrusting deeper. Coming as hard as I did while he sucks my breast through my tank top.
I wrap my arms around his head. Kiss the top of his hair as I try to come back down to earth. But the intimacy, and the fact that he’s my boyfriend, is making that impossible.
Resting back in the seat, he holds me close while he tucks the blanket around us so I’m cocooned against his chest.
The pilot announces that we’re approaching our destination as predawn gray secedes to morning light.
“I should clean up.” I push at his chest.
“You should stay where you belong.” He tugs me back down. “We’ll clean up together when we land.”
It’s another twenty minutes before the wheels kiss the tarmac. The plane’s bathroom is more confined than the one on the tour bus, but we clean up and change into the outfits we brought for the meet and greet brunch.
I apply my liner less heavy handedly than normal while Riot watches my every move like it’s fascinating. He’s watched me do this a million times, but everything now feels different. I unscrew the wand from my favorite mascara. “Enjoying the show, perv?”
He smiles and straightens the rope and leather on his wrist. “There’s never a time you’re in the room when I’m not watching you. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, candy head. I can’t get over the fact that you’re finally mine.”
“I can’t believe this is my life. That you’re my boyfriend.”
I turn to him, and my belly grumbles. My heart skips a beat. I haven’t eaten in twenty-four hours and I’m pregnant and he doesn’t know. It’s all so new that I feel like I’m living in a dream world.
“Believe it.” His gaze flares as he moves closer.
I need to come up with a plan. Before I start showing, whenever that will be. The slightest hint will send the media into a frenzy. “After we tell your family about us, maybe we can make it public?”
“I want to.” He reaches for my waist, his gaze saying he might not want to as much as he’s telling me. “I’m just not sure now is the right time. Can we get used to my family knowing first? Enjoy that it’s still a bit of a secret.”
I don’t want that, but I find myself nodding anyway. We have a big few days ahead of us. He might change his mind when I tell him about the baby. My stomach gurgles again.
He catches it this time. “I didn’t ask when you woke up. Are you feeling better?”
“Uh, yes.” Shifting my focus back to the mirror, I apply one last layer of mascara. Do I tell him I’m pregnant now, when we’re about to meet up with his brothers? Or wait until the hecticness of the wedding is over?
Especially when we’re announcing our relationship to his family. Some of whom I haven’t met yet. I don’t need anyone bursting our love bubble with the idea that we’re together because we’re knocked up.
So I’ll keep my secret a little longer. By the time the next leg of the tour kicks off, the whole world will know this man is mine.
“You’re preening.” He smiles indulgently.
