Chapter six
A Few Minutes Later
Hermouthhasbeenon mine long enough for the rest of the cabin to disappear.
My world’s narrowed to heat, breath, and the taste of chocolate and champagne lingering on her lips.
Easing back, the reality of our situation comes into focus. Gold leaf glints under the light. Two porcelain ramekins sit abandoned between us, dessert forgotten.
For a moment I simply look at her.
Sky’s lips are flushed. Her amber eyes hold the same fierce intelligence I’ve known for years, yet the control she wears like armor is slipping. The strand of purple hair has fallen loose along her cheek and she doesn’t move to fix it.
God, she’s perfection.
I press the call button on the armrest, my thumb barely making a sound. Almost instantly, the attendant appears at the doorway. She steps in on silent-soled shoes, her posture so composed it’s as if discretion is stitched into her uniform. She reads the moment without a word.
“Could you clear this.” I gesture at the place settings. “We won’t need anything else for a while.”
She nods once and moves forward, efficiently collecting plates and glasses, folding linen and extinguishing the candles. In less than a minute the table looks untouched.
Throughout, Sky’s gaze drifts from my eyes to the lines of my jaw and back again, searching for the calm I reserve for every high-stakes negotiation.
When the curtain behind the attendant closes, the hush in the cabin deepens.
We’re essentially alone.
I rise first. Not abruptly. Enough movement to break the spell.
I reach for hers without thinking.
She pauses a heartbeat, not from fear but from consideration. Then laces her fingers through mine. Her skin is warm and familiar. A current sparks where our hands meet.
Hot. Familiar. Electric.
Together, we move past the dining nook back to the forward lounge. The two deep-set leather seats now face the porthole windows revealing a black expanse, pinpricked only by distant stars.
I sit, and Sky allows me to guide her, but instead of taking her spot beside me, she turns and settles onto my lap. Her knees hook around my hips. The sensation of her weight on me sends a shockwave of desire through every nerve. My hands instinctively find her waist, palms gripping the gentle curve of her hip bones over the smooth fabric of her skirt.
Our lips meet, slow at first, testing the space we’ve finally closed. I tighten my hold, feeling the shift when she gives in completely. The kiss deepens, no hesitation left, only heat and the quiet certainty we’ve both been denying for years.
The jet sways in an air pocket with a gentle puff of turbulence, and she’s jostled closer, breath still hot on my mouth. Her lips taste of champagne and a wave of emotion nearly overwhelms the moment.
I’ve wanted this for so long, I’d almost convinced myself I’d forgotten the ache.
Her fingers creep into my hair. At first tentative, then curling in with firm insistence. I trace the vertical seam of her blouse along the warmth of her back, mapping the slope of her shoulders, the small arch of her spine, every familiar angle.
She sways her hips deliberately, grinding on my hard cock. A low groan slips from me before I can swallow it. An involuntary confession of how badly I want to be naked and inside her.
Sky freezes, eyes wide, breasts rising and falling in rapid pulses. Then she rocks her hips again, slower this time. Purposeful. I tighten my hold on her waist, needing her anchored to me. The warmth of her pussy along my shaft is maddening.
With her forehead resting against my cheek, she inhales, steadying herself as she undulates. Holy fuck. This feels amazing. Imagine how it’ll feel to plunge into her wet heat.
“We need to talk,” she whispers, voice trembling but firm.
Reluctantly, I reposition her so I can look into her eyes.
Because she’s right.
