“I have a law firm on retainer. We can go see them this week.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
The plane started taxiing toward the runway. “I want to. The idea of you completely free of that asshole makes me hard as a rock. Plus, they’re on a retainer. They may as well do something for their money.”
The plane picked up speed and we rocketed down the runway. At the same time, Ashton took my hand, placing it over the bulge in his pants.
“Ashton,” I whispered.
He captured my mouth as the plane began its ascent, and the floating sensation filling my body had nothing to do with takeoff. Ashton and his talented tongue sent me soaring to new heights. All thoughts of protesting flew right out the window. His mouth trailed down my cheek to my neck, lightly sucking on the pulse point.
My body was already alight with sensation when Ashton’s fingers stroked across my stomach, snaking up and under my shirt to cover my breast. His thumb teased me above the fabric.
“More,” I begged.
“More?” His fingers teased my nipples. “You weren’t sure you wanted to do this.”
Needing less talking and more touching, I threaded my fingers into the hair at his nape and pulled his mouth to mine.
He didn’t disappoint.
When his tongue slid back into my mouth and his fingers dipped below the fabric of my bra, a small voice in the back of my head tried to scream that I must be crazy to go along with this. Except the voice was so small it could be a whisper.
The throbbing, my core begging for more. Suddenly, my seatbelt unfastened and I was hauled over into Ashton’s lap, nothing breaking the connection of our lips. The hard length of his erection pushed into me, creating a delicious friction. Desire, hot and heavy, filled me. Using my free hand, I reached down to unfasten the button and zipper of his jeans. He taught me that: that I could touch him and enjoy it.
That’s exactly what I wanted—to touch and enjoy. A groan left his lips, the moment my hand slipped inside and wrapped around him.
“Oh fuck, Elena.”
My hand moved up and down for a few strokes before Ashton grabbed my shoulders and flipped me around on his lap. One hand went up my shirt and back to my nipples, while the other snaked down my front to open my jeans and slip inside. Ashton slid his fingers down through my slick wet heat. My hips bucked up, trying to get his fingers where I needed them. His teeth scraped across the back of my neck.
“Ashton.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. So responsive.” His finger caressed my clit and the muscles in my body tightened in anticipation, all the while his tongue traced patterns across my nape. The combination became too much and fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I gave in to the urge and let go, screaming out Ashton’s name.
Aftershocks flashed through my body so strongly, I barely noticed him push my pants down my thighs. He lifted me a bit higher and slid home. Both of our tests had come back negative and I was on the pill, so there was no need for a condom.
“You’re so fucking wet. It makes me want to come, knowing how badly you want me. I want to fuck you hard and fast right now.”
“Do it,” I moaned.
Ashton didn’t need to be told twice. He gripped my hips, thrusting rapidly. My body moved in sync with his.
“Damn, damn, damn,” I cried, my body pushing itself toward another orgasm quicker than I could have imagined.
Ashton lost his rhythm right before slamming into me one last time. Sensations were the only thing I paid attention to as my orgasm ripped through me.
As our bodies cooled, Ashton placed sweet soft kisses to the back of my neck. Glancing down, I noticed our partial state of undress. Drained, I leaned back against Ashton, enjoying the soft movements around my stomach.
“You are so passionate and responsive. Everything I need,” he whispered in my ear.
“Mmm.”
“Did I steal your strength?” he chuckled.
I nodded, too tired to speak.
“Let’s get you dressed, then you can sleep the rest of the flight. I’ll wake you when we get there.”
“Where is there?”
“Oh no, you’re still not getting it out of me with your sleepy ramblings.”
“I tried,” I mumbled.
He laughed and stood, his arms wound around my middle. He helped me adjust my clothes and then tucked himself back into his jeans. I sat back down in my seat, wondering how I’d be comfortable enough to sleep sitting up. Ashton was digging through a cabinet in the back and came back with a pillow and a blanket.
“Thank you,” I said, taking the pillow from his hands and placing it behind my head.
He laughed and shook his head at me. “Let me help.” He reached down on the side of the seat. Slowly, the seat began to recline. When it finally stopped moving, I was lying down and knew I’d be asleep in no time. Ashton covered me with the blanket, then placed a soft kiss on my head.
“Sleep.”
Too tired to argue or attempt to get answers from him, I let my eyes drift closed.
The jerk of the wheels hitting the ground woke me. Like a kid on Christmas morning, I was instantly alert. Sitting up, I found Ashton lounging in the seat next to me. His glasses were on the top of his head, a book in his hand.
“Are we nearly there?”
He lowered the book to his lap and pulled his glasses back down over his eyes. “We should be at the hanger soon, then we just need to wait for permission to disembark.”
He stood, stretching, all of his lean muscles on display underneath his T-shirt. “You can stop staring now. If you want to touch . . .”
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes, a smirk crossing his lips.
I glanced away but then looked back. Why shouldn’t I touch him? After all, we’d done much worse on this flight. Soon we’d been wherever it was he’d taken me—who knew when I’d next get a chance like this.
Standing, I stepped up and placed my hands on his abs and his eyes darkened instantly. His reaction had me feeling brave and I didn’t give him a chance to do anything before I leaned up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. His hand on my lower back pressed me closer to him. When he leaned back, he watched me for a minute then admitted, “You make me feel things I never thought I would.”
Unsure how to respond I opened and closed my mouth a few times, willing the words to come. But I was interrupted when the door to the front compartment swung open.
“You guys can exit the plane whenever you’re ready. The car . . .” John seemed to notice something going on between us and trailed off.
“Thanks, John. I’ll text you when we’re ready to head back,” Ashton answered over his shoulder. Letting out a breath, I thanked my lucky stars. Saved by the bell.
“Ashton.”
He stepped toward the front, where he’d stored the bag earlier. Oh man, had I messed this up? My stomach began to churn. He’d taken the time to plan this and there I was, sticking my foot in my mouth.
I followed him, hesitantly. These sorts of situations always made me nervous, and with Ashton I didn’t know where I stood. Dominic would have just flown into a rage, and rage I could cope with. I wasn’t used to brooding.
Ashton was standing at the door, just looking at the stairs. For a moment, I thought he might change his mind and call John to take us back. Then he turned and held out a hand to me, the mysterious bag in the other. I felt the tension leave my body, all of my insecurities of a moment ago faded away.
My hand slipped into his, weaving our fingers together. The warmth infused my skin, chasing away the cold. We walked the steps hand in hand, toward the jeep that sat on the tarmac in front of us.
“Here, you might need this.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a hooded sweatshirt.
“Thank you.” I put the sweatshirt on and climbed into the jeep.
Once he was settled in the driver’s seat, I looked over at him. He was such a handsome man. I had to force myself to believe I wasn’t dreaming. “Still not going to tell me where we are.”