“So it has a stateroom.”
I wriggled my eyebrows. “Yes, it does, and as soon as we’re in the air, that’s where we’ll be.”
Once we heard the tones indicating we were at cruising altitude, I stood. “Do you want to lead the way, or should I?” I teased.
Katarina slipped around me and was halfway down the aisle before I could catch up.
“Take off your shirt,” I said at the same time I closed and locked the door.
She sat up and worked the hem with her good hand. The cast caught at the neckline, and I came forward and eased the fabric over it.
“You’re staring at me, Bishop.”
“Get used to it. I have wanted you every hour since the first time I put you in that shower.” I leaned down and rested my lips against her ear. “Plan to spend the next few days naked and in my arms.”
“What are you waiting for?” She asked, winking when she said it.
I unclasped her bra with one hand, worked the straps past the cast, and dropped it on the floor.
Her nipples were peaked before my lips got to them. I drew one in and sucked until her spine came off the bed, then moved to the other and did the same.
She wove her fingers in my hair as I kissed down her stomach, and her muscles tensed under my lips. At the waistband of her jeans, I unfastened the button and lowered the zipper, then slid them off, along with her panties. She was naked, and I was fully dressed. I liked it that way.
“Do you remember what I told you the last time we were in this room?” I asked.
“That I couldn’t make a sound or you’d stop.”
“That’s right. This time, the rules have changed. I want to hear you, Katarina. I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear every moan, every gasp, and when you come, I want to hear my name screamed from your lips. Tell me you understand.”
She smirked. “Oh, I understand.”
I spread her knees and settled between them. When I lowered my mouth and licked through her folds, she fisted the sheet and her spine arched. I swirled her clit with my tongue and eased two fingers inside her.
When her thighs shook, I stopped. And when she made a sound of frustration, I went in harder. When she tried to close her legs, I spread them wider.
“Bishop, please, I need you,” she begged.
“Not yet, kitten.”
I brought her to the edge twice more before I told her to come. For the rest of my life, I’d remember how it sounded when my name tore from her lips. I kept my mouth on her and worked her through it until her body went slack.
When I stood and removed my clothes, Katarina propped herself on her elbow and watched.
“Like what you see, kitten?”
“You know I do.”
I rolled a condom on, came over her, and braced one arm beside her head. I ran the tip of my cock through her wetness and gritted my teeth to keep from taking her hard and fast.
“Open your eyes.”
When she did, I entered her in one long stroke and held.
“I love you, Katarina Stepanova,” I said.
“I love you, Bishop Black.”
She raised her head to kiss me, and the idea of her tasting herself on my lips drove me mad with wanting to fuck her hard enough that I’d hear her scream over and over for the rest of the flight.
