All Grown Up - Jordan Silver Page 0,47

recall that happening is more than a year ago when we all went out for burgers. Oh my! Now I’m a puddle of goo. What does it mean that he remembers that? Or that he’d even noticed back then?

I fell even more under his spell when the stewardess returned, and he prepared my salad for me, adding the dressing just the way I liked. And when he forked some lettuce on the fork and turned to me with an ‘open’, I knew that this was only the beginning, just like Sian and Jace had said when we had our private talk earlier.

Alex

She was asleep with her head on my shoulder when my watch alarmed. I’d set it for midnight because I didn’t want to miss even a second of her big day. There was still half an hour to go before we land, and I figured I had just enough control left to hold out, but I couldn’t wait one more minute to taste her.

I lifted her head, my eyes trained on her cupid bow lips. They were soft and dewy pink from the gloss she’d applied after dinner. I lowered my head, giving her time to wake up from the movement, but her lashes didn’t even flutter. The first touch of my lips against hers was soft as butterfly wings, and yet I felt that shit in my gut.

I tried not to wake her while stealing soft kisses from her lips, but then she sighed in her sleep, and her lips fell open just the tiniest bit. She came awake when my tongue touched hers, and after a moment of surprise on her part, I felt her hand creep up tentatively to clutch my nape. Bad move!

‘You cannot take her virginity on this damn plane Alex no matter what.’ I had to keep saying that to myself even as I unstrapped her and lifted her from her seat onto my lap without breaking the kiss. A kiss isn’t supposed to blow your head off, is it? Or make your heart race so fast you were afraid it would stop.

My hand got tangled up in her fat curls, and in my heart, I was happy once again that I’d stopped that woman from cutting her beautiful hair earlier. I’d given both her and the stylist a bullshit excuse for my reason for stopping her, but the truth is, I love her hair, love the way it frames her angelic face and flows down her back like a golden waterfall.

There’s a kind of innocence attached to it in my mind, and I can’t imagine her without it. Besides, the cut the other woman wanted to give her would’ve changed her whole appearance in my eyes, made her too ‘Hollywood’ if you will, and I want her to hold onto as much of her innocence as she could for as long as she could.

Now it feels like warm silk as it plays over my fingers, and I can’t wait to have it cover me like a waterfall as she… Geez, dude, get a grip. Too late! My imagination plus the kiss was more than I could handle, and there is no way she couldn’t feel my dick growing harder under her ass. All from playing in her hair and tasting her honeydew lips.

For a few seconds, it felt like everything I’d told myself not to do had flown out the window, and I couldn’t remember a damn thing. There was no discipline, no holding back as I deepened the kiss, pulling her in closer, but a shred of sanity prevailed in the end before I went too far and dragged her down in the aisle like my dick was pressing me to. The fact that I wanted more for her was the last bit of clarity to break through my feverish mind, and I was able to pull back.

My eyes stayed glued to her lips as I pulled away. In my peripheral vision, I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and we were still so close I felt the warmth of her breath on my cheek. Her eyes, when I lifted mine to them, were wide and dilated, and something twisted in my heart at the trust I saw there.

My fingers trembled slightly when I raised my hand to her soft cheek, but I couldn’t find my voice as I rubbed my thumb along the corner of her lips. Emotions raw and overwhelming took me over and under