Temporarily Yours (Shillings Agency #1)(11)
Author: Diane Alberts

“Yeah, that much is true. It’s hard to let go like that.” He snorted. “But you don’t actually not believe in love, right? I mean, you know it’s real.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in it, per se. It’s just that I haven’t been given a reason to think it’ll happen to me, is all.” She shrugged and tried to come up with a way to express exactly what she meant. “I’ve seen people fall in love, and I’ve seen people change for love. But I haven’t done it. I haven’t felt it. Maybe it’s real, but it’s just not real for me.”

He shook his head. “I find it hard to believe a woman like you will never find love. You’re kind, funny, and charming. Basically, you’re the perfect catch.” He reached out and covered her hand with his, squeezing gently. “If there’s no hope for you, then how do the rest of us stand a chance in hell at a happy ending?”

“Who said I’m not happy now? It’s not like I’m on a one-way ride to miserable Spinsterville.” Her lips quirked at the corners.

He laughed. “Touché. Besides, I doubt a woman as amazing as you could ever find a man who deserved you. He doesn’t exist.”

“Oh really?”

“Really.” His dimple flashed and Kayla melted. “You’re incomparable.”

While she wasn’t unhappy with her life, she was certainly happier now that she’d met him. Without thinking, she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and brought his mouth to hers, kissing him gently. That was such a sweet thing to say that she couldn’t resist him anymore. Yeah, it pretty much sealed the deal in her eyes.

She was going home with him tonight.

Chapter Five

Cooper closed his hands around Kayla’s waist. This was the second time she kissed him all on her own, and each time the desire inside of him grew closer to boiling over. He was pushing his restraint to the max, but he couldn’t resist her. She might be warm and welcoming now, but once her feet were on solid ground again, she would return to her senses.

Once she wasn’t afraid of dying.

But if he could make her come apart in his arms one time before they parted, he’d be happy. He slid his hand under the blanket again, his fingers trailing over the soft skin of her upper thigh.

She gasped when his palm made contact with her bare leg, but he kept his lips pressed against hers. Her legs parted under the blanket, and he slid his fingers higher, brushing against the soft satin of her panties. Something inside of him demanded he show her how good he could make her feel before she walked away from him forever.

Something to remember him by.

He didn’t have much time to waste—it wasn’t a particularly long flight from Maine to North Carolina—but if he was right, she would be ready. Slipping his fingers inside her panties, he felt her dampen his fingers instantly. He deepened his kiss and thrust his fingers deep inside her, thanking God for the dim lights, distracted passengers, and the blanket.

But still…he had to make it less obvious what he was doing.

He broke off and whispered in her ear, “Don’t you move or make any noise. I’m going to make you come, but you can’t make a sound. Got it?”

She nodded frantically, her breath coming out fast and soft.

He reached into the seat pocket with his free hand and opened up a SkyMall magazine on his lap, staring down at it as his fingers worked over her. “Close your eyes,” Cooper whispered, his focus on the seat in front of him. “Pretend you’re asleep.”

She slammed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip, her pu**y clenching down all around him as he rubbed his thumb against her clit. She was so tight and hot and wet…

He held back a groan when she squirmed, her body restlessly begging him for more. He moved his thumb over her clit even harder, making sure to keep pressure there, while thrusting inside of her with his fingers. Harder. Faster.

Fuck, she was going to kill him with those tiny little breaths she kept letting out.

She rocked her hips as he moved within her, and he lifted a knee under the blanket to hide her frantic movements. He could tell by the way her tight pu**y was clenching down on his fingers that she was close. So f**king close. And damn if he wasn’t close to ruining his damn pants, too, just from touching her.

He wished more than anything that they weren’t on an airplane right now.

If only they were in a hotel room where she could scream his name without holding back. Where he could make her beg for his touch. Where he could do more.

“Come for me,” he whispered, thrusting harder and pressing his thumb more insistently against her.

“C-Cooper,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He glanced around, making sure no one heard, then returned his attention to her flushed face. She looked so damn erotic right now, on the precipice of orgasm. She bit down harder on her lip, and he wished more than ever that his c**k could be buried inside her when she came.

“Yes. That’s it,” he whispered, scraping his thumb against her sensitive clit. She pumped her hips one last time, and then her body went tense, her pu**y squeezing down on him as she exploded. He didn’t let up on her once she relaxed, instead he brushed his thumb over her clit and wiggled his fingers again.

She tensed again, her cheeks even more red, and this time he withdrew his hand from between her legs. She collapsed against her seat, breathing heavily. Satisfaction poured through his veins.

The fasten seatbelts sign came on with a ding. Kayla’s eyes went wide, and he saw a mixture of awe and embarrassment in her expression. “Oh my God.”

He offered her an easy grin, even though his blood was pounding in his head and his c**k was so f**king 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 f**king women in public. Granted, he didn’t actually f**k 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.”