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Maybe he wasn’t trying to take this any further. Maybe touching me under a blanket in the seat was as far as he wanted this to go. Maybe I’m an idiot, standing here, thinking he’s going to come join me, when he’s really back in his seat, reading his book and wondering what’s taking me so long.

Stupid. Why did I think this was a good idea? I don’t do things like this. Tate probably doesn’t either. If he did understand what I was hinting at, he probably thinks I’m some kind of deviant, wanting to fuck in an airplane bathroom. There’s barely room for one full grown adult in here, let alone two.

I shake my head and reach for the door. Maybe if I just go back to my seat, we won’t have to talk about it.

But then there’s a soft knock on the door. Probably it’s someone else who needs to use the bathroom. I open the door, and Tate is standing there, grinning that sexy grin.

I glance past him to make sure no one is watching, and then I grab his arm and pull him inside.

The door barely clicks shut again before he’s lunging forward, pulling me into his arms and crashing his mouth into mine.

3

BRYNN

His mouth is hot and intense on mine as he kisses me. And if he learned how to kiss like this from his books, then it’s clear he took his lessons well. My body is already on fire with arousal, and all he’s doing so far is pulling me in and nipping at my bottom lip.

I try to stifle the sounds that want to spill out of me, letting him swallow them down with each press of his lips. It’s deep and hungry, and there’s a welling frustration that I can’t get him as close as I want in this tiny space. Like this, I want him to devour me, to make me forget about the plane and going home and seeing Ares. I just want his mouth on me, his hands on me, until my head is only full of him.

The bathroom is impossibly small, and we’re pressed up against every available surface without even having to move. The sink digs into my hips, and his back is against the door, but that doesn’t seem to stop him one bit.

His hands roam over me, sliding down my shoulders and over my arms, skimming the swell of my hips and then gripping my ass so he can haul me even closer. I touch him too, finally giving in to the urge to slide my hands under his sweater and explore warm skin.

Neither of us seems that bothered about the logistics of this. We just want more.

Tate’s mouth roams from mine down to my neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there that leave my head spinning. I gasp for breath, tipping my head to the side to give him as much room as I can and to coax him to keep going.

His teeth graze my pulse point, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to hold back the moan of encouragement.

Laughter rumbles through him. He pulls back enough that I can see the heat burning in his eyes when he looks at me. “You’re so fucking hot, do you know that?” he asks. “That noise you made? When you came earlier? That almost fucking wrecked me. You know what it made me want?”

I shake my head, not trusting my voice right now.

He grins, sharp. “It made me want to hear it again. It made me want to make you scream loud enough that the whole plane hears it and can tell exactly what’s happening in here.”

God. The way he says that makes my heart race and my pussy throb with need. I’m so desperately turned on right now, and something about him wanting to let the whole damned plane know what we’re doing just makes the desire burn even hotter. Even though I definitely can’t do that. The only thing that could make this trip worse would be getting arrested for indecent exposure on a plane or something.

Tate kisses my neck again, drawing my attention back to him.

“I wish I could put you on your knees right now,” he says, drawing back farther. “I bet you would look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth, wouldn’t you?” His hand comes up, and he traces the plushness of my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’d love to see you take it. But not in a plane bathroom.” There’s genuine regret in his voice, and it’s surprising. It’s like the limitation actually disappoints him, and this isn’t just idle dirty talk. It feels like he’s already thinking about everything he’d do if we had more space and more time.

That makes something clench low down in my stomach, and I whimper softly before I can hold it back.

Without thinking too much about it, I reach forward and let my hand slide into his pants. It’s bold for me, but this whole experience is so far out of my comfort zone that I’m determined to roll with it. I’m being carried on a cocktail of adrenaline and nerves, and I let it take over, determined to enjoy this.

Tate is already hard in his pants, and the heat of him brushes against my fingers when they work their way down. The skin of his cock is silky, and I wrap my hand around him, stroking him shallowly.

“Fuck,” he groans, thrusting into my hand. “Do you feel that?”

I nod. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I feel it.”

I keep stroking him, savoring the way his hard cock feels in my hand. I can feel just how turned on he already is. Just how much he wants this. It goes to my head, I can’t lie.

Tate rolls his hips one more time and then seems to remember himself. “You’re going to make me come too soon if you keep that up,” he says, his voice coming out low like a growl.

“Isn’t that the point?” I ask.

He smirks and grabs my wrist, pulling my hand out of his pants. He spins me around to face the small mirror over the sink, and I can’t help but glance up at our reflections. My face is flushed, lips kiss bruised, and my hair is somehow a mess, but I can’t even be embarrassed about it. Not when Tate is tall and solid behind me, his eyes still burning with the need he’s letting me see so clearly.