“First this,” he said. “You feel so good. Warm. Soft.” He released my hands to brush his fingers lightly through my hair. Both his hands knew exactly what they were doing, andtingles spread from both ends of my body until they met in the middle.
I was trying to keep quiet, but moans escaped, one right after the other as the joy in my body climbed to barely containable. His fingers worked me just right, bringing me to my peak. Then waves of pleasure exploded through me, my back arched, my mouth open, my breath gone.
“You’re beautiful,” he said in my ear.
My eyes shot to the door, wondering if anyone had heard me.
He smiled, freeing his hand from my underwear and moving the edges back into place. “You did that,” he said. “In public,” he added in a whisper.
I gave a breathy laugh. “We’re not done.”
“Wasn’t sure your nerves could handle more than that.”
“I’m not a taker,” I said, sitting up. “I believe in fair play.”
“Do you?”
“Now sit down so I can give you a hand job.”
He laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER 35
I patted my hair and straightened my clothes again. Elijah was dressed and picking up the cloth napkins that had fallen out of the box, putting them back in. He’d used one of those napkins to clean himself up. That one was tucked in my purse to wash later. There was hand sanitizer on the corner of the desk, and we’d both used that as well.
“Is everyone going to be able to tell?” I asked. “Like when you come out of the plane bathroom, does the whole plane look at you knowingly?”
He laughed. “I’ve never actually done it on an airplane before, Sutton. You know that, right?”
“I thought you were the expert here. One of us needs to be.”
He plopped the box back on the couch and stood in front of me, running his hands along my shoulders a few times. “You look good. Maybe a little flushed, but gorgeous. What about me? Do I look like I just got taken care of?”
My cheeks heated with the reminder of feeling him in my grip, of watching him groan with pleasure.
I straightened his shirt and then pushed onto my toes for a kiss. “You look perfect.” On the way out the door, I grabbed an apron off a hook on the wall. “Would you hate me if I worked for a bit?”
“I figured you would.”
“Do you want to go back to the apartment? I can get a ride home with Raya.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” I dug my keys out of my purse and handed them to him.
He took them. “Okay. I’ll see you in a while then.”
“I’m sorry if my fridge has moldy food.”
He smiled. “You think I’m going to go rummaging through your fridge?”
“And my drawers and my couch cushions.”
“I’m not.”
I kissed him again. “You won’t find anything.”
“Except moldy food?”
