Intercepted (Page 48)

My head falls back and an exaggerated, champagne-emboldened moan slips out. “Holy moly. No wonder you have those things insured. It’s like magic flows from your fingertips.”

“I’m glad you like them, because they love touching you.”

“Stop right now. I cannot handle getting caught in the middle of dirty talk by a stranger.” I’m gonna need a lot more champagne before I can handle that much humiliation.

“When you pay for a private plane, the main thing you’re paying for is privacy. Just say the word and I can have Giana sitting in the cockpit with Asher and Cory.”

“The word.” No time like the present to join the mile-high club, right?

Apparently Gavin agrees because instead of just pushing the call button for Giana to come to us, he sprints to the front of the plane where she’s sitting. I watch them talk for about half a second before I realize that even though she will respect our wish for privacy, she’s still going to know what we’re doing. And with that knowledge, the ability to look her in the eyes ever again opens the emergency exit and jumps out of the plane.

My libido, however, stays firmly in place. An hour of awkwardness is well worth the price for any amount of time with Gavin’s hands on me . . . and anybody who disagrees is a dirty liar.

I don’t allow my gaze to return to the front of the plane until I hear Gavin thank Giana and the cockpit door closes. Gavin saunters—yes, saunters—toward me with an open bottle of champagne in one hand, an eye mask in the other, and a look of mischief on his face that makes my insides quiver.

“You want to get drunk and get some beauty sleep? That’s a way better idea than what I thought you were talking about,” I say, and a growl slips from the back of his throat. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep the smile that’s threatening to take over my face from breaking free.

I love giving him a hard time because when I do, he feels the need to defend his manhood. And let me tell you, the only thing better than imagining what Gavin has planned for me is hearing him lay it all out, word for dirty word.

“Sleep is the last thing you’re about to get.” He places the champagne and mask on the table and turns to face me.

I don’t even have time to formulate a smart-ass response before his large hand is on the back of my neck, gently pulling my face toward his as he drops to his knees in front of me. His free hand falls to my thigh and starts to follow the upward path of the seam on my leggings. My heart rate increases and my breathing becomes louder with every inch they travel, doing nothing to mask the anticipation coursing through my body. His fingers are so close to being where I want them most when I become vaguely aware of his breath against my neck.

“And, babe, just so you know, you won’t be getting much sleep until we get back to Colorado,” he whispers in my ear.

The breathing I couldn’t slow down suddenly disappears and my eyes I didn’t even realize were closed fly open. But he doesn’t stop there.

“I have you to myself. No jobs, no responsibilities, no pain-in-the-ass press running bullshit stories. Just you and me and a bed. And if you think I’m going to let these next days go by without me getting my hands on you every possible second, you’re out of your mind. I’ve been waiting all season long to have unrestricted access to you and I’m not missing a single opportunity to do so . . .” He moves his hands to the top of my leggings and starts to roll them down and over my hips. “You are out of your mind.”

By the time he’s finished with his little speech, my leggings are somewhere behind me, my bare ass is on the leather seat, and I’m staring at him openmouthed like he’s some kind of sex magician . . . which is pretty much what he is.

“I . . . you . . . please.” I barely mange to stutter out. His words are like foreplay to foreplay. All he has to do is whisper in my ear and I’m primed and ready to go. And considering Gavin is sitting between my spread legs, almost eye level with the proof of what his words do to me, he will soon find out. But he never responds. He just sits back on his heels, both hands wrapped around my ankles, and watches me.

“Gavin.” I try to make his name come out sounding strong, but it’s more of a whine . . . or a moan . . . a whoan? “Why are you staring at me? Please, touch me.”

“I will.” He finally breaks the silence. “Just give me a second to look at you.”

He drops my gaze and lets his eyes roam my half-naked body. But he’s not just ogling. Yes, the look in his eyes is appreciative—even as it follows the unfortunate curve of my even-more-pronounced-while-sitting-down tummy—but there is something more. Something deeper is at work behind his eyes. I don’t know what it is. All I know is it’s so powerful it’s almost physical. Goose bumps break out over my skin wherever he looks. I try to close my legs when he gets there, but his hands at my ankles keep them open.

“You are a fucking goddess, Marlee.” He looks back to my face. “Every inch of you is fucking perfection and I cannot believe I got lucky enough to have you. That I’m the person who gets to experience the beauty that only you can bring me.”

Ummm. . . .

Wow.

“I think most people would say I’m the lucky one,” I whisper back. My inability to accept a compliment is still fully intact.

“Then most people would be wrong. Because my life was nothing more than an empty condo and work before you. And now it’s overflowing with beauty.”

Holy shit.

“Holy shit.” I make my thoughts known. “Are you trying to ruin me?”

“I wasn’t, but if that’s the result of telling you, then I guess so.” He lets go of my ankles and his hands start moving up my legs. “I know our relationship hasn’t been an easy road so far, but know I plan on telling you how much you mean to me almost as often as I show you.”

He finishes talking at the same time his hands reach the top of my legs and he dips one of his fingers inside of me. Between this and everything he just said to me, I almost come immediately. My back arches off of the seat, my eyes snap shut, and there’s not a chance in hell I could tame the moan coming out of my mouth.

“Look at me, baby.”

I barely hear him over the roaring of blood in my ears and opening my eyes has never taken so much effort. But when I look at him, I know it was worth it. Because as soon as our eyes meet, he adds another finger and drops his mouth to my sex.

Now feeling it is one thing—one amazing, wonderful thing. But seeing it?

Oh.

My.

God.

Gavin doesn’t drop our eye contact either. With his fingers inside me and his tongue on my most sensitive part, he watches me with hooded eyes. It’s the most intimate moment of my life and I almost cry when I feel the tightening at my core beginning to build. I try to hold it off, wanting to stay in this moment for as long as possible, but I can’t control it. I freeze for a second before my entire body starts shaking uncontrollably. Colors explode behind my eyelids and my head flies back. I scream so loudly, I know without a doubt the entire crew—and maybe even people on the ground—can hear me. But I don’t care, I’m not holding back anything.

“See?” Gavin says between kisses up my chest. “Fucking beauty.”

Feeling wrecked in the best possible way, the only words I can manage are, “Inside. Now.”