Tempting the New Boss(29)

“Sure. The terrain won’t be too difficult, I suspect. Just the hike could be quite a few miles.”

When Camilla peeked in the overhead, it was empty, and upon spying her luggage perched on a seat farther back down the aisle where it tumbled, she went down to it and scooted low to unzip the side.

He made up his mind. “Miss Anderson and I will go together. West, or north, whichever you think, and you two head in the other direction.”

The pilots traded a look that said they didn’t want to interfere with the boss and shrugged. One went to the cockpit and came back with two small rectangular black instruments, handing one to Mason and keeping the other.

“Walkie-talkies. They have a range of fifty miles, so at least we’ll be able to be in contact if we need to be for that distance, and hopefully, one of us will get somewhere before then. If you have any problems or questions, just depress the button and contact us.” He added in a lower voice, “Map indicated there’s a fair amount of wildlife on this kind of preserve. Moose, and, ah,” he lowered his voice even more, “black bear occasionally.”

Mason glanced back to Camilla, who either hadn’t heard or was pretending she hadn’t. He took the walkie-talkie. “I’ll give it another try in keeping her here on the plane. Maybe I’ll have more luck after you guys leave.”

The pilot glanced over his shoulder. “She does look pretty wired, and it’s going to be a long haul.”

He nodded.

“If you do change her mind, just get us on this, and one of us will start heading in the other direction. You could stay on the plane with her.”

“No, I’m going.”

The pilot handed him the backpack. “Let us know anyway, and if we’re not too far, one of us will double back and join you.”

“Thanks. But I don’t know that’ll be necessary.”

“Whatever you say, sir. There’s an extra jacket in the closet, but not one for her I’m afraid.”

“She can have it.”

“Two umbrellas in the backpack.”

With a final good-bye called down to Camilla, the pilots left after confirming they would go west and handing a compass to Mason that they should use to head north.

When they were alone, the sound of the pilots receding, he closed the plane door against the rain. She tried to pass him in the aisle, suitcase behind her, and he caught her arm. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

“Am I okay?” Her voice was filled with wonder. “I’m alive. We’re alive!”

He smiled. “I know. Hard to believe. That was a hell of a—”

In the confines of the aisle, their bodies practically brushed against each other, and her face was close enough to kiss. Whatever he had been about to say, it flew right out of his head as every fiber of his being dismissed any plane crash in favor of reliving the interlude that preceded it. Being with her…his mouth on her soft lips, his tongue exploring, his cock thrusting up into her warm depths. He didn’t want whatever they had started to end.

He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I should let you by.”

But he didn’t move.

And neither did she.

She kept her eyes focused on the neckline of his shirt, still clutching the handle to her roll-on suitcase. He concentrated on the delicate shell shape of her ear until he started to imagine tracing its swirls with his tongue, tugging on the lobe gently with his teeth. He moved his eyes to her chin, a safe zone he hoped, but he only found himself wanting to taste that, too, then her neck, every inch of her…

“We, ah, we were lucky.” She said it softly, a wisp of breath along the top of his T-shirt.

“Yes.” He could barely get the one word out.

“It could have, ah, it could have been a lot worse.”

“Hmmm.”

She looked up at him just as he was remembering how full and soft her breasts had felt in his hands, how eagerly she had ridden him, and he glanced down to see her nipples poking against the silk of her blouse. He met her gaze as she bit her lip and let go of the suitcase.

“I should really get, ah, undressed— I mean dressed! Dressed! Ready I mean. To walk out of, ah…”

Her cheeks were flushed, and he bent his head ever so slightly. Her lashes dipped and her chin lifted.

And still there was a breath of air between them, and they both held their hands at their sides, not moving, not reaching out to each other.

“Camilla—”

“Mason—”

With the simultaneous whispers, they closed the distance, both of them at the same time, frantically, wildly. He dug his hands into her hair, cupping her head as their lips came together, their tongues tangling, moans and pants filling each other’s mouths.