Temporarily Yours(16)

He offered her an easy grin, even though his blood was pounding in his head and his cock was so fucking hard it hurt to move. “Now buckle up. We’re about to land, if I’m not mistaken.”

She tugged down her skirt and fastened her seatbelt with shaking fingers, and he busied himself with adjusting his khakis to allow room for his painful erection. Jesus Christ, he’d never been so turned on in his life.

And yet…even he was a little shocked at what they’d just done. Hell, he didn’t go around fucking women in public. Granted, he didn’t actually fuck her, but still.

He’d made her come—on an airplane, of all places.

What had gotten into him? And why couldn’t he wait to get his hands on her again? On the plane, in the airport, in a hotel. He didn’t care where or when, but he needed more. She intoxicated him in every way.

He drew in a deep breath and looked at her, prepared for anything from tears to anger. Instead, she held up one of her crazy little wipes at him, her eyes on his hands, as calm as can be. “Here. For your hand.”

He let out a short laugh then swallowed it down. He’d expected her to panic about landing or about, oh, he didn’t know, fucking coming in front of a whole plane, and she handed him a sanitary wipe? The woman was unbelievable. “Seriously?”

She turned beet red. “Sure, why not?”

He took the wipe from her and cleaned his fingers, his thoughts scattered. “You have something for any situation in that thing, don’t you?”

“Pretty much.” She shrugged and dropped her gaze. Then peeked back up at him from behind her hair. “I like to be prepared. Oh, and thanks, by the way. For all the distracting.” She flushed even more. “You went above and beyond the call of duty. So…yeah. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said dryly.

The way she clutched her hands together tightly told him all he needed to know about her. She might pretend that it wasn’t a huge issue to her, but she was clearly nervous as hell. Their eyes met, but instead of calming him down…she fueled him on.

She might think this was the end of their time together, but if he had anything to say about it…it was only the beginning.

…

Well, that had certainly been a plane ride like no other.

Ever since Cooper had made her come with his fingers and a few whispered words, she’d been at a loss for what to say. He seemed to accept this without question, though. In fact, he’d been holding her hand and comforting her as they descended.

Who was this man, and what planet did he come from? In her experience, men like Cooper weren’t real. They existed purely in the pages of romance novels and chick flicks.

But here he was. In the flesh. Driving her crazy with need.

What was she supposed to do with him now?

The plane jostled as it touched ground, and he fisted his hand in his lap. “Looks like we made it alive. No fiery crashes, and no watery grave.”

“Thank God.” She sat up straight and cleared her throat. “Thank you, again, for…well, everything.” And for the mind-blowing orgasm. Definitely for the orgasm.

His lips quirked, almost as if he’d read her mind. “You’re welcome.”

The attendant’s voice came over the speaker, welcoming them to North Carolina. Cooper looked at Kayla. She stared back. After a moment, she broke the silence. “What now?”

“Now we wait to get off.” He looked over his shoulder and tapped his foot impatiently.

She snorted. “I thought I already did.”

A chuckle escaped him. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“All right, everyone,” the flight attendant said from the front of the plane, her eyes skimming over all of the passengers. Kayla couldn’t help but wonder if she knew what they had been up to in that back row. “Please watch your step on the jet bridge as you exit the plane.”

Kayla stood up clumsily, cursing her legs for feeling so damned weak and shaky. “We made it in one piece.”

“Indeed we did. After you.” Cooper motioned her forward, waiting for her to clear the aisle. Then he grabbed his carry-on out of the overhead bin and followed her. “So, did you rent a car, or are your parents picking you up?”

Kayla looked over her shoulder at him. “No car for me. I’m catching the shuttle to a nearby hotel, where I’ll be staying for the next few days. I’ll call my mom to pick me up in the morning, when they’re awake. She wanted to come tonight, but I decided to take a night to recover from the flight before I got swept up in the wedding madness.”

He scratched the back of his head, looking utterly adorable with his tussled hair and sleepy eyes. Damn, but not many men could pull off that look. She was staring so hard as she walked, she tripped over a child’s seat that was waiting to be picked up in the jet bridge.