Page 97 of Plane Passion

“And I am a very, very lucky man.”

“Oh? How lucky are you?” she asked, grazing her fingernails over the bulge in his pants and making him shiver.

“I’m this lucky,” he said, unhooking her garter belt and letting it drop to the floor. “And this lucky.” He slid one silken strap off her shoulder, baring her breast. “And this lucky.” His fingers slid down the other shoulder and her chemise puddled on the floor, leaving her entirely naked.

Breathing heavily, he took her breasts in hand, caressing and rolling the nipples between his fingers.

“Oh, so you’re just a lustful cad, aching to have his way with me?”

He smiled. “I’m your lustful cad, and I love everything about you.”

“Like what?”

She pulled his sweater-vest over his head and slid his tie from around his neck, running her hands up and down his chest.

“I love…your chocolate cakes.”

“Ha!”

Now he was the one with too many buttons. She couldn’t slip them through their holes fast enough.

“I love your ambition.”

“I’m still going to break your record to Chicago.”

“I know, and I can’t wait to see you do it.”

Sliding the shirt off his shoulders, she was disappointed to find a union suit beneath. More buttons, damn it.

“I love your feistiness.”

“Good, because I’m not going to go easy on you just because you’re my husband.”

“I know that.” He tweaked her nipples, and she gasped.

As she reached for his belt, he closed his eyes and his mouth dropped open.

“Oh, God, Millie.”

Slipping off his pants and union suit, she had him naked at last. And he was glorious with that chiseled chest, those caramel eyes, and that too-long blond hair that kept falling in his face. What a beautiful man he was! She raked her nails softly down his front, grazing over his nipples.

He bit his lip.

“I love…” He tapered off into a moan. “I love what your fingers are doing right now.”

She smiled and grazed one finger up his arousal.

“I love that even more.”

“I’m sure you do,” she chuckled.

Pulling her hand away, he said seriously, “I love every part of you, Millie Aldrich soon-to-be-Pritchard.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” she said with a wicked smile. “Show me.”

With a devilish grin, he lowered her to the bed. “I will.”

Then he climbed on top of her, hovering on all fours. Still too far. She arched toward him, desperate for contact. The longer he waited to touch her, the less control she had. Finally, he took one nipple in his mouth and drew a finger down between her legs. An electric jolt shot through her at his touch.