“My God, Maddie,” he whispered, lifting his eyes to her. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”
He bent and took one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking and rolling, until she began to writhe and moan, desperate for relief. He pulled back slowly, his teeth grazing her skin, drawing out her pleasure. She groaned when he switched to the other breast, the ache in the center of her almost more than she could bear.
“Jack,” she panted, finally pulling his head up when the intensity became too much. There was a tense pause as they stared at one another, their ragged breathing the only sound over the constant hum of the jet engines. She wanted to say something, anything. Wanted to tell him that she loved him, that she’d never stopped loving him, but the moment seemed so tenuous and fragile, she was afraid to utter a word.
When she didn’t speak, Jack sat back on his heels, his breath gradually slowing. His gaze took her in, his visual exploration so sensual, he didn’t even need to touch her to bring a flush of desire to her skin, to make her burn even hotter for him. Finally, though, he did reach out, tenderly caressing her skin with the backs of his fingers, his touch bringing goose bumps to her flesh.
“I want you, Maddie,” he told her. “I don’t think there’s any secret there.” He chuckled, a strangled, tortured sound. “My God, ‘want’ isn’t even adequate. My need for you is as vital as air. But I won’t go any further unless you ask it of me.”
Her gaze holding his, she scooted to the edge of the seat and pulled him back to his knees to place a tender kiss upon his forehead, the sculpted edge of his cheek, his lips. When she deepened the kiss, he must’ve taken it as the encouragement he sought.
Jack wrapped his arms around her and gently urged her from the seat, rolling them out into the aisle. He now took the lead, his kiss so achingly sensual, Maddie could’ve gone on kissing him forever. His hand splayed across her lower back, pressing her into him as they lay side by side. But when he rolled her onto her back, his hand smoothing over her belly, sliding lower until it slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, Maddie cried out, arching against him. But instead of delivering her from the sweet agony of her desire, his touch inflamed her more.
He cursed under his breath as he slid his hand even lower. “My God, I’ve missed touching you.”
She arched her hips against his touch, meeting every stroke, every caress, her chest heaving as her breath sawed in and out of her lungs, her head thrashing amidst wordless mews of pleasure.
And when he thrust a finger inside her, caressing the elusive spot of pleasure there, she arched her back off the ground as heat and light engulfed her, crying out as her orgasm overtook her. She vaguely thought she heard the cockpit door click, as if someone had peeked out to discover the source of the cry, but then Jack’s caresses increased, driving her toward another release and she grasped the front of his shirt, dragging him down to receive her kiss.
When the last shudder shook her, she collapsed for a moment, trying to catch her breath, but Jack’s caress continued, slowly, deliberately, offering her no time to recover before her hips began to writhe against him again.
Needing to feel his skin upon hers, to feel him inside her, Maddie grasped his shirt, tearing it open and scattering the buttons. She shoved the shirt off his shoulders, helping him shrug out of it. Her hands roamed over his sculpted chest, taking in the sight of him. The hard, athletic body she’d been so familiar with hadn’t changed in the years since they’d last been together. If anything, he was even more gorgeous than she’d remembered in the fantasies she’d indulged too many times to count.
Never one to shy away from getting what she wanted, Maddie reached down between them, palming the hard length pressing into her thigh. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’ve missed touching you, too,” she whispered.
He cursed softly, then captured her mouth again, his kiss savage, hungry. But when she began to fumble with the button of his slacks, he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers for a moment, his breath ragged. “Maddie—”
“Make love to me,” she whispered. “I need you inside me, Jack.”
He shifted, allowing her to slide his slacks over his hips, pausing to snatch his wallet out of his back pocket. Then she was shedding the last of her clothes, kicking off her shoes to allow him to remove her jeans. And when he pulled her against him so that they were skin to skin and draped her leg over his hips, she ground her hips against his. His hand smoothed along her thigh, around to her bottom, his fingers entering her again at a different angle this time. But he caressed her only for a moment before grabbing a condom from his wallet and slipping it on. A few seconds later, the head of him pressed in, just the tip, teasing and playing.
She moved her hips, trying to take him deeper, but he held back, building her anticipation, stoking the desire that burned for him, until she felt as if she would burst into flames. Then without warning, he thrust deep.
She dug her nails into his back, clinging to him with each powerful thrust, her head spinning. “Oh, God, Jack,” she gasped. “I’ve missed you.”
* * *
Jack was an idiot. A total goddamned idiot.
He had no business making love to Maddie there in the middle of the Alliance’s private jet. Hell, the copilot had already stuck his head out to see what all the commotion was. He should’ve had more respect for her than to make love in such a public way.
And yet he didn’t have the willpower to stop, to pull out and wait until their first time after so long apart could be special, romantic—what Maddie deserved.
He felt her muscles begin to tighten again, squeezing him and increasing his pleasure. Considering he was drunk with desire, he wasn’t quite sure how his pleasure couldbeany greater than it already was; he was on the verge of having a goddamned out-of-body experience.
Then she was arching into him, her body shuddering, the intensity of her orgasm transferring to him like an arc of electricity. And he was coming with her, shouting his release and digging his fingertips into her skin as he clung to her.
When they finally collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, they could only drag in breath after ragged breath. After several moments, he rolled her onto her back and brushed a kiss to lips that were red and swollen. Then he buried his face in her shoulder, still struggling to catch his breath, needing a moment away from that tender, forest-green gaze.
She smoothed his hair, pressed kisses to the top of his head. When he finally pulled back to peer down at her, the look in her eyes was just as loving as he’d feared. And yet, he didn’t withdraw, didn’t extract himself from her embrace. Being in her arms had, for a few moments, allowed him to escape the memories that haunted him.
They lay there for some time, kissing and caressing one another without a word, until finally Jack withdrew with a groan and strode to the lavatory to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he paused to watch her move about the cabin on hands and knees as she gathered up her discarded clothes, the sight of her nakedness a temptation he could barely withstand. God, it would’ve been sheer bliss to grasp her hips and bury himself balls-deep inside her again, to hear her moaning and panting as they lost themselves once more to their desire.
When she felt his gaze upon her, she sent a knowing glance over her shoulder and gave him a sultry grin. She couldn’t read his mind, thank Christ, but based on her smile, she’d sure as hell noticed the massive wood he was sporting.
He dragged his gaze away, forcing himself to look for his own clothes and try to get himself back under control.
“My God,” she said, her voice husky, bringing his attention back to her. Her gaze was hungry as it took in every inch of him. “You’re even sexier than I remembered.”
