in gasps as I quickened my pace, my hand still holding him.
“Don’t stop,” he gasped, and I wouldn’t have even if the plane were going down. “I’m going to come,” he said, and knowing my mouth could do this to him made me moan with him and soon he exploded, down my throat and I took him, all of him, holding him there as more came from him, his grunts hardly contained. His hand fell from my head to my shoulder, and finally he braced himself on the arm of my chair, panting for air. I slipped him out of my mouth.
Once he’ll pulled himself together—and pulled up his pants—he sat on the bench across the aisle. He rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. “Damn, girl. I’m going to need a minute. I think I went off to another universe for awhile there.”
“Flatterer,” I said, but secretly I was pleased. I’d never made a man—the one I’d been with—say my name like that and was amazed I had done it, and to this man of all men. I moved over and sat next to him.
“I’m not kidding,” he said. “How’d you get so good at that?”
“I’ll never tell,” I said, leaning over to nip at his neck. That part, at least, was the truth. Like I’d admit to learning how to give a blowjob from a magazine? And not even Crush. The horror!
He let out a satisfied sigh as I kissed his neck. “Come closer,” he said. He put an arm around my back and hooked the other under my legs. In one smooth motion, he had me sitting on his lap.
“Right where you want me,” I said.
“Why don’t you come to the set with me?” he said, his fingers tracing lazily on my bare thigh. “I’ll just keep you like this during meetings. ‘Uh, Mr. Armstrong, are you aware that there’s a human woman attached to your lap?’ We’ll just feign ignorance.”
I laughed and went back to his neck, giving him gentle little licks and bites as I went. “You taste so good,” I mumbled, as I continued kissing.
“If you keep that up, I really will be forced to take you with me.”
“Please take me,” I sighed into his ear, my hand running across the chest I hadn’t spent enough time exploring. There was so much more of him to touch and taste and feel. If he rerouted the plane to Australia I wouldn’t have minded at all. It still wouldn’t be enough time.
“Soon, sweet Sophie,” he whispered back. “Soon.”
“Mr. Armstrong,” came the captain’s voice over the intercom. “Be advised that we will be landing in twenty minutes. Please make sure your seatbelts are secured.”
“Don’t listen to him,” I said, my arm wrapped around his neck. I brushed the brown strands of hair from his forehead, then kissed him there.
He laughed. “Even I have to listen to the captain. Sophie,” he said, pulling back and looking at me closely, and I felt it—he needed to tell me something, confess his feelings or beg me to wait for him in Seattle. It had to be something, the way he looked at me like I held all the answers to the questions he’d asked his whole life. His eyes flicked away for a brief second, and then he said, “This bench pulls out into a bed. You can sleep on the way back to L.A.”
It was as if we’d hit a sudden patch of turbulence, the way my stomach suddenly plummeted. I’d believed for a moment that he was going to say something deep and personal to me—especially after the deep, personal thing I’d just done to him. But something about the sudden business of it all had me rattled.
“Great,” I said, standing up and tugging my skirt down as I did. “Lucky me.” I sat back in my own seat and buckled my seatbelt.
Leo sat across from me. “I didn’t mean—are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Sophie,” he said. “Look at me.”
I was afraid that if I did I’d burst into tears, and that was not how I wanted what had been an otherwise incredible night in the sky to end. I did, though, I looked at him, the blue of his eyes so bright now, looking at me in that way he had that I couldn’t fully describe. It made me feel exposed, and that was the last way I wanted to feel around him. “Thank you for coming with me,” he said. “Honestly, I travel a lot