She unravels herself slowly. “That’s what scares me, Cas. You did everything it took to protect me.”
“Stop being scared, my little muse. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
She leans forward to cup my face in her hands. Her lips are dangerously close to mine, and then she kisses me. Her forehead presses to mine. “I’ll never stop being scared of losing you, Mr. Rockstar.”
“My heart belongs to you, Vivienne Taylor. Keep it safe.” I kiss her back, deepening it with my tongue. Fuck, I missed the way she tastes.
She kisses me back and when we finally pull away for air she sighs, “I will this time.”
Vivienne holds up her pinky finger, and I hook mine around it.
“It’s a good thing I like broken, petty things,” I growl.
“I’m not petty,” she scoffs. “Okay, fine, maybe a little bit.”
I lift a brow at her. “Fine, I’m petty, but at least I’m pretty.”
“There’s her bratty attitude. It’s so fucking good to have her back.”
Vivienne and I gaze at one another long enough for our eyes to glaze over. She blinks them clean, grips me by the shirt, and yanks me into her. Our mouths crash together like we’ve been starved for this moment.
“I missed you. I’m so glad you came for me,” she gasps between kisses.
“Mmmmm,” I groan. “I’ll never stop chasing you. I told you, you’re mine.”
She holds me tighter as I sweep my tongue against hers, slipping my fingers through her hair and allowing my hand to tangle in it. Vivienne wraps her legs around my hips, grinding against my cock. I’m instantly hard. Eight weeks without her was torture.
“I want you. I wanted you the minute you threw me over your shoulder and stuffed me in the car.” Her hand slides down my stomach in search of my cock.
She doesn’t have to look hard. When her fingers rub over my jeans, I hiss. “Promise you won’t get mad at me, and I’ll let you in on a secret,” I growl.
She bites her lip, which drives me wild. I love it when she does that—it’s so fucking adorable. “Fine. I know I’m going to regret this, but I promise.”
A shit-eating grin slides into place. “Wait here.”
“Where else am I going to go?” she asks sarcastically.
I laugh. I have a sexy flight attendant outfit in my bag. I got a pilot costume for myself too, in case she’s really into it. She’s trying so hard to see what I’m doing as I unzip my carry-on. I pull the matching bra and panty set out, hiding both behind my back, and make my way back to Vivienne.
“Last time we did one of your fantasies. This time, I think we should do one of mine.” I hold up the outfit and the lingerie.
Her eyes sparkle with excitement. “So if I’m dressing up for this, what are you wearing?”
“What should I be wearing?”
“It’s your fantasy,” she shrugs. “What are my options?”
I smile confidently. “There might also be a pilot’s uniform in my bag.”
“Yes. I want you to wear that. I’ve been a very naughty flight attendant. You better teach me a lesson and remind me how tobehave,” she teases in a breathy voice that sends pleasure rolling up my spine.
“Get changed,” I say, dropping them in her lap. “Don’t worry, I’ll be watching.”
She snatches them up for a better look. “Watch away, Captain.”
Chapter twenty-eight
Cas can’t take his eyes off me as I put on an entire show for him. I slowly peel off all my clothes until only my panties and bra remain. When I steal a glance at Cas, he’s gripping the back of the leather seat so hard that the soft material is indenting. The smooth, impenetrable mask of neutrality he typically wears is completely gone. He’s coming undone for me, and I absolutely love it. I unclasp my bra, slipping it off to replace it with the see-through lace mesh one he handed me. I still haven’t figured out how he knows my sizes, but I’m not sure it matters. I’ll gladly accept lingerie from this man for the rest of my life if he’s going to look at me like I might disappear if he blinks.
