Part 21 (1/2)

”This might just be heaven,” I muse out loud, giving him a lopsided grin.

My big, bad, scary beast flashes a happy smile right back at me. We haven't worked out all our issues-haven't talked about what comes next, or later on down the road, but I'm not thinking too hard about that. I'm just happy that I've let myself have him, for now or for however long he'll have me, and I'm not overthinking it.

Too much.

I mean, I worry. He's insane, and something is happening at work, something huge and dark that makes him restless. It's why we're going to Miami, but he keeps saying he just has a couple of meetings. And when I showed him my bikini, he promised to make them as short as possible.

Three days away from Was.h.i.+ngton. Away from my family and press that recognizes me and mostly away from work.

This foot rub is just the beginning of what is going to be the best weekend ever.

Cole lifts my right leg, smoothing his big, rough palm up the back of my calf.

”Stop looking up my skirt,” I grumble.

”Stop wearing bright blue panties that scream rip me off'.”

”We don't have enough time...” I whisper the denial at the same time as he tugs the fabric aside, totally revealing me for a liar. I'm aching for his touch, my s.e.x swollen and wet, and we both know it won't take long to get me off.

”Hold this,” he whispers right back, a wolfish expression on his face as he wraps my fingers around the embara.s.singly damp crotch of my underwear. I grip it tightly, watching from under heavy eyelids as he presses my thighs further apart, putting me on display for him.

Over his shoulder, I see a shadow move in the hallway to the galley kitchen where the flight attendant has been this whole time.

”I think someone's watching,” I whisper, a nervous thrill rocketing through me.

”Is that a problem?” Cole asks, his voice low and rumbly. He doesn't look back, or up at me.

”No,” I breathe, surprising myself. I'm not sure if I like it for me, or for him. ”Do you like that idea?”

He slides first two, then three fingers into me, stretching me wide. ”Only if you do.”

”Just watching?” My voice cracks as he strokes me inside, rubbing my G-spot with each thrust of his hand.

”Definitely.” He glances up at me, his face all seriousness now. ”I don't think I'd share well. Not when it comes to you. This p.u.s.s.y is all mine.”

”Okay.”

He smiles at me, pure s.e.x now, as he twists his hand, bringing his thumb to my c.l.i.t. ”Let her see you come, Hailey. Let her see how much you like riding my hand. Let her see how f.u.c.king beautiful you are, spread open like this.”

I arch my back, rocking my pelvis against his thumb. ”That feels so good.”

”It looks good.” He leans over me, taking my mouth in a kiss. ”Come on, beautiful. Feel even better.”

”I do,” I pant as the screws twist inside me. Higher and higher I climb, rocking against his thumb, pushed by the insistent rhythm of his fingers deep inside my body.

”I'm going to f.u.c.k your a.s.s tonight, Hailey.” Cole's breath is coming as fast and hard as mine now, and this is just for us. His words are just for me. ”I'm going to finger you like this, in your a.s.s, until you're loose and ready for me, and then I'm going to fill you with my come. I'm going to mark you as mine, everywhere.”

That visual burns me up, because I know what that feels like now.

When he came inside me the first time, I hadn't expected how long it would still be running out of me.

Or how hot I'd get when I thought about it after the fact.

”I am yours,” I whisper. ”Always.”

”Love that, beautiful.” He nips at my lip. ”Love that so much. G.o.d, look at you. Glazed eyes. Wet p.u.s.s.y. My good girl...” His voice drifts as I seize around him, coming hard and fast in the end.

He kisses me again, over and over again as he cleans me up. I wriggle out of those bright blue panties that started it all, because they're soaked.

”Your turn,” I murmur, reaching for the erection straining at the front of his cargo pants.

He snags my hand and brings my fingers to his mouth. ”No time now. Besides, I told you. I've got plans for you later.”

”I can't wait.” We exchange a secret smile as the pilot's voice crackles through the intercom, instructing us we're about to begin our descent and we should buckle up.

Once we land, the jet rolls right up to the small airport office. We step onto the portable staircase, Cole first. I stop at the top, tipping my face to the suns.h.i.+ne.

”It's so lovely and warm,” I gush at the bottom as Cole takes my hand.

”I should have a car waiting on the other side of the building,” he says, grinning. Behind us, a staff person collects our bags and follows along.

I'm painfully aware of the fact that I'm not wearing any underwear, and as we step into the modern gla.s.s building, the air-conditioning brus.h.i.+ng against my bare skin everywhere, I squeeze Cole's hand. ”I just need to freshen up a minute, okay?”

We're almost at the concierge desk, and I blush when the pretty dark-haired woman behind the counter looks at me. Can she tell? G.o.d, I need to get better at this good girl/dirty girl routine.

Cole waves his hand and the cart behind us stops. I snag my carry-on bag, which has an emergency change of clothes in it, and dart into the ladies room, which is just as nice as the rest of the private airport-two big stalls and a shared sink area.

Just in case my boyfriend might get any ideas in the car ride, I swap out the jean skirt I was wearing for a pair of white capris that go just as well with the turquoise tank top I've got on under my linen jacket.

Back at the sink, I pull out my make-up bag. I'm retouching my lipstick when the concierge lady comes in.

”Hi,” I smile at her.

She smiles back. ”h.e.l.lo, Ms. Reid.”

”I'll just be another minute.”

”Take all the time you need. He'll appreciate the effort.”

I resist the urge to eye-roll at her. Polite conversation is one thing, but really, that's none of her business. I lean forward, taking one last quick inspection look in the mirror.

A weird feeling slides through my gut at the same time I see her edge toward me. But when I glance her way, she just smiles and murmurs something about the towels on the other side of me.