I tightened my grip, squeezing him as hard as I could, but he didn’t move away or cry out or tell me to stop.
He was so close to me that I could feel his shoulder pressing against mine, could feel his body heat through his shirt, could smell his cologne, and that, mingled with the anticipation of what was going to happen between us, swirled together into a heady, intense mix that was strong enough to block out any anxiety I felt about the takeoff.
Finally, the jet leveled off in the air, and I let out the breath I was holding and loosened my grip on Callum’s hand.
My stomach unclenched.
“See?” Callum said, pulling his hand out of mine and flexing his fingers. “I’m bulletproof.” He glanced over at me. “Feel better?”
“Yes.” I swallowed.
“Good.” Then without warning, he leaned closer and brushed his lips against my collarbone before moving them to the hollow of my throat. His hand moved to my hip and he unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled it off me. He slid his hand around my back, inching it up under my shirt and rubbing the base of my spine with his thumb. “All I want to do is make you feel good, Adriana.”
I loved the way he said my name, sexy and sultry, not like when he was calling me Lemon. When he called me Lemon, it was like he was teasing me, testing me. When he said Adriana, it sounded like a sexy promise, like he was a man who was going to teach me things I’d only ever dreamed of.
“I want to feel good,” I said, before I realized it was a ridiculous thing to say. I blushed. I hated this! He was so good-looking, so sexy, just the way he talked, the things he said… I had no idea what I was doing.
“You’re blushing again.” I opened my mouth to protest, but Callum put a finger to my lips. “I like it,” he said, and kissed my lips softly. “I like to know that I’m effecting you.”
“You are effecting me,” I admitted, breathless.
“How?” He kissed me again, just a tiny bit harder this time, sucking softly on my bottom lip for half a beat as he pulled away.
“You just are.” My blush deepened.
“Are you comfortable talking about your desires, Adriana?”
“I don’t know.” His hand moved from the small of my back to the front of my jeans, where he undid the button and slid the zipper down slowly. My heart raced and my pulse quickened.
He pushed the sides of my jeans open and then dipped his finger down over my panties, pushing the sheer fabric aside and pressing against my slit before he gently spread my folds. He ran his finger over my clit, and I felt myself get wet.
“You’re wet, Lemon,” he said, back in teasing mode, the blue of his eyes lightening with mischief. “Do you like me touching you like this?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like you touching me like this.”
“Where?”
I looked away from him, embarrassed. Did he really want me to say the words? I wasn’t sure I could say something like out loud. “I like you touching me between my legs.”
“Like this?” he asked softly, the tip of his finger dipping into my pussy, his thumb and middle finger keeping me spread open just slightly.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“And this?” He entered me a tiny bit further.
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet you taste so good, Lemon.” His lips moved against mine again, this time his tongue darting into my mouth briefly before he took it away, giving me just a taste of what was to come.
“I can’t wait to put my mouth on your pussy,” he said, “just like this.” He pushed his tongue into my mouth again, his kiss claiming me softly and slowly, his tongue swirling against mine, setting the pace. “I’m going to make you come harder then you’ve ever come in your life. And then I’m going to slide my cock inside of you and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
Anticipation and longing flooded my body, the sensation to intense I felt like it was consuming me. I wanted him to take my body, to own me, like he’d said he wanted to at the restaurant the other day.
I wanted him, right here, right now, wanted him to take me back to that bed in the back of the plane and do all the things he’d just said to me, plus whatever else he wanted --- spankings, whippings, handcuffs, ropes. Whatever it was he wanted, I would agree to it. He was driving me crazy, so crazy I felt like I was losing my mind.
But instead of doing that, he pulled his hand from between my legs and his mouth from mine.
“But not yet,” he said.
I had to literally bite back a scream of frustration, that’s how badly I wanted him. I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him now, more than I’d wanted anyone, ever in my life. I hadn’t known I could feel desire so strong, and he’d hardly even touched me. The thought was exciting and disturbing, terrifying and thrilling all at the same time.