“Kane?” she adds when I don’t answer her. I continue to let my eyes roam over her face before I drift my gaze down. Her ample chest makes my mouth water, and I move to place my drink down when I feel my grasp tighten around the glass.
“Kane?” This time, her voice isn’t inquisitive but worried. “Honey, are you okay? Do you not like flying?”
I shake my head. “I love flying.” Rough air rushes out with my words.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Thank fucking Christ,” I mumble when I look out the window and see clouds in every visible direction. I release the latch on my seat belt instantly and then stand, move around the table, and brace myself with a hand on each of Willow’s armrests. My mouth crashes to hers, and her gasp gives me the opening I need to dip my tongue in and taste her.
The second my tongue licks against hers, she moans in my mouth. Her hands push into my hair and pull me closer. I don’t waste a second freeing her from her belt before I grab hold of her hips and lift her into my arms. Our mouths stay fused as I walk toward the back of the plane. Her fingers alternating between running through my hair and gripping the strands tightly when she wants more of my mouth.
“I’m about to lose my fucking mind,” I moan, pressing my hips against hers when I lower her back to the mattress. “All I can think of is hearing you beg me to fuck you. Beg me to take you. Scream my name when you come, begging me to keep fucking you. I’m going mad with the visions of the tits that have been teasing me all day bouncing in my face when you ride me. Fuck,” I shout when her fingers scrape down my torso with enough pressure that, if I wasn’t wearing a shirt, I know I would have red lines against my flesh.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, my teeth nipping at her neck and down her chest to the skin just above each swell of her breasts.
I feel the movement of her nod and smile against her skin. “Oh no, words only, Willow. You tell me what you want, and only then will I give it to you. But I promise you won’t get my cock until I hear that word that’s been driving me insane since we left Logan. Not one inch will you feel until you. Beg. Me.”
“Oh, God. Please don’t stop,” she pleads with her hips thrusting and rolling up from the bed, pressing roughly against my own.
I lean up, my hands on either side of her hips, and I grab her roughly. She gasps at the force with which I’m holding her before a long moan slips through her swollen lips.
“Yes,” she cries. “Please.”
“Tell me,” I command.
“Touch me.” Her already blushing cheeks redden more.
I give her a smirk full of promise, but nothing more. I hold her body from moving against mine and continue to drive her to the same point of insanity as my need has filled me.
“Not good enough, Willow.”
Her head moves against the mattress. I deny the friction she is desperate for even as I press myself harder against her.
“Please, Kane. I need you.”
“You need me to what?” I rasp. Fuck, if I don’t get inside of her soon, I’m going to come in my pants. I can feel her heat through both of our pants and the thin material of her top isn’t doing shit to hide her erect nipples from me. I know what’s under that top—the sinful lace that cups each of her heavy tits.
Licking my lips, I let go of her hips and slowly bring my hands to glide up her stomach. She used to flinch when I would touch her stomach, and it killed me each time, but now she doesn’t even so much as blink. Every time I see how far she’s come—from the woman who hated her body to this temptress in my hands now—pride as I’ve never known fills me.
“Yes,” she moans. I shake my head and wait. Her expression flashes, and for a split second, I can see a spark of anger. Oh no, there is no place for that shit. She’s mad that I’m pushing her, but not for long.
My hands grab each of her breasts, and I take the firm grasp I know she loves before letting go and removing my touch.
“Kane!” she snaps.
“Words, Willow. Give them to me and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Grab me, hard again,” she begs, and I instantly comply.
My hands back on the tits I love, and I give her exactly what she wants. It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing and moaning my name. Knowing her tits are so sensitive she could come just from me playing for a few minutes, I regretfully let go. She starts to protest, but I take hold of her shoulders and lift her to sit on the edge. Her legs still spread, my hips planted firmly against her, and I help her remove the jacket before the top and bra are flying over my shoulder.
She leans back, her palms hitting the mattress and those fucking perfect tits begging for my mouth. She knows I love cupping the heavy mounds in my hand, rolling her nipple under my tongue and between my teeth. Yeah, I’m pretty sure with her arrogant expression, she knows just how badly I want her.
“Lick me,” she commands in a voice that is calm despite the fact her breathing is coming so rapidly that her chest is shaking.
Fucking hell. She’s so close. So close to the point where her desire for what I can give her takes over and her inhibitions disappear.
“Where?” I rasp, my head already moving toward the tits that tempt me.
“My … pussy,” she whispers in a breathy voice with just the slightest hint of embarrassment.
The noise that comes from my throat makes her jump. A low groan that sounds almost animalistic.
“Fuck, baby.” I continue toward the tit I was about to run my tongue over and bite her nipple with just enough pressure to make her cry out. “You have no clue what it does to me when I hear you tell me what to do. Where your body needs me. God, I’ve never been this hard. Touch your tits, baby. Keep your hands there and your fingers on your nipples. Let me see you.”
“Oh, God,” she moans, but instead of denying my command, she lies back and slowly cups herself and does just what I said.
Her cries fill the room as I work to remove the rest of her clothing. Her shoes, even though I would love to feel the bite of those heels on my back, go first. Her pants and panties are next. When I step back from the mattress, she is so lost in the pleasure she is giving herself that she doesn’t notice until my shirt is off and my pants hit the ground with the jingle of my belt against the unforgiving flooring.