“You’re sick,” I gritted out.
His hand moved from the side of my hip, down to my thigh, then stopped. I sucked in a breath as his thumb brushed the frayed hem of my workout shorts. “I bet you’re drenched already. Should we check?”
He ran his thumb across my center over the thin material of my shorts, and I squirmed, a gasp escaping my lips.
A sinister chuckle echoed between us. “That’s what I thought. Now get ready, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come in my mouth on the flight to Santo Domingo. Did you know that thehigh altitude and thinner atmosphere on an airplane enhance an orgasm?”
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth because Ididknow that. And the idea of Killian’s dirty mouth between my legs mid-air sent heat racing to every dark corner of my being. I hated that he was right. I loved the old Killian. He was my best friend, he was my everything.
But I never wanted him to fuck me like I did this savage version.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” A smug smile flashed across his face. He offered me his hand, and I nearly died of shock as he lifted me off the bed. “The limo is parked just outside. Don’t make me wait too long, Red, or I’ll punish you.” He shot me a wink and whirled on his heel toward the door.
The moment the door slammed shut behind him, I collapsed back onto the mattress. What the hell had I gotten myself into? An entire weekend away with the devil himself on a tropical island... I’d never survive.
“Would you care for a pre-flight drink, Miss? Miss?”
The flight attendant held out a tray with two flutes of champagne, but I was too busy digging holes into the soft leather armrests with my nails to pay attention.
“Red, you okay?” A pair of familiar green eyes filled my vision, and I sucked in a breath. “You’re not still claustrophobic, are you?”
“Yes, you asshole. It’s not really something you just grow out of.”
He reached for the two glasses and placed them on the table in front of us. “We’ll save these for later, thank you,” he murmured.
The private jet dripped in luxury, from the plush leather seats and gold accents to the deep mahogany trims. I wasn’t sure what was worse, being stuck in this tin can or knowing that it belonged to the man who’d ruined me all those years ago.
“Then how did you get all the way across the country to Copper Cove?”
“Papádrove.”
“That old Chevy clunker?”
“Yes,” I gritted out.
“Damn. I didn’t think the old girl had it in her.”
Neither did I. But I wasn’t about to admit that.
Killian reached for the champagne and brought it up to my nose. The faint floral notes tickled my nostrils. “Have some. It’ll take the edge off.”
I threw him my best side-eye.
“I’m not trying to take advantage of you, Red. There will be plenty of time for that later.” He brought his own flute to his lips with a wink and gulped down the entire contents in one swig.
I couldn’t help but focus on those full lips wrapped around the crystal, the elegant column of his throat, that scruffy jaw line...
Nope, not going there. Never again.
The rumble of the engine had all the air fleeing my lungs.
He offered me the glass again. “Last chance, or I’ll have it.”
The jet rolled off the tarmac, and I snatched the flute from his hand. “Fine.” I tossed it back so fast, all the bubbles went straight to my head.
“That’s my good girl.”
The plane rumbled across the runway, and my heart kicked and punched at my ribs. My fingers tightened around thearmrest, nails digging into the soft material. My chest heaved with the effort as I tried and failed to draw in full breaths. My lungs had completely stopped functioning.
