“Baby, you can have whatever you want as long as you don’t stop.” My hands dug into her hair, grabbing the silky tendrils and combing them through my fingers.
“Yeah, I’d rather you both stopped, considering there are small children on this flight,” a voice said to our right. I promptly stopped kissing Nat and pulled back.
The flight attendant was grinning from ear to ear. With a wink she pointed to Nat’s seat. Reluctantly I set her in it and saluted the flight attendant. She nodded once and kept walking down the aisle.
My body was still in overdrive, so it didn’t help when Nat reached across her armrest and proceeded to inch her hand up my leg. Her wicked fingers grazed my knee and then higher until I thought I was going to throw her against the floor. I gripped the armrest until my hands were white, and let out a low growl when her hand reached my upper thigh.
And then she pulled back and whipped out a magazine.
A magazine!
“Oh, hell no.” I smacked the magazine out of her hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is something wrong?”
I glared. “You know damn well what’s wrong.”
“How long is this flight?” She tilted her head and twirled a piece of hair around her finger.
“Long enough to make me want to jump out of the plane,” I grumbled. “Long enough to tempt me to join the mile high club in the one and only bathroom they have on here.”
“You little exhibitionist.”
“Don’t say little.” I nudged her and grabbed her hand, placing it on my neck and leaning toward her. “Please?”
“You needy little slut…” Her fingers dug into my flesh as she massaged my neck. A long time ago I had accidently told her, in a moment of total weakness while she was touching me, that I like massages more than sex. I hate that sometimes it’s true. The way her hands graze my skin, push me into a fantasy world that sometimes feels more personal, more intimate. It may just be because I used to sleep around a lot, I have no idea. All I know is that it felt so damn good that I could almost forgive her for teasing me beyond the point of no return.
Damn tiny seats and tiny planes.
I adjusted myself as best I could and leaned closer to her.
“You smell like sunshine,” I mumbled. I was already in such a stupidly relaxed state that I started to say stupid stuff.
“Sunshine, huh?” Nat moved to my ears and down my neck with both hands. “What’s sunshine smell like?”
I exhaled and leaned closer to her, smelling her hair, her skin. “Fresh, happy… constant. Your skin is so soft… it’s like…” My voice trailed off as I leaned up and met her lips with mine, slowly teasing her with my tongue, trailing it down her bottom lip and dipping into her mouth. “Honey.”
“This is your captain speaking… We’ve just received the go ahead for takeoff. Flight attendants take your seats.”
I pulled back from Nat and tucked her head on my shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She yawned and wrapped her arm around my body as the plane took off.
Chapter Twenty
Demetri
“You think anyone would miss her if we drowned her?” I asked Jaymeson as we watched Angelica run into the ocean, both hands in the air. The production crew took after her as she splashed around and giggled for the cameras. Gag me.
“I know I wouldn’t,” Jaymeson grumbled. “I seriously should have said no when they asked me about this damn show.” He sighed. “The things I do for my friends.”
“Oh, come on.” I nudged him. “You were the one who was complaining about not finding any hot girls. Now you’re surrounded by them. Just take your pick.” I pointed to the part of the beach that was roped off so we could have our own private beach day. Girls were screaming and holding up signs.
Jaymeson shrugged. “Maybe I’m not into that anymore.”
“Women? Holy crap, you’re—”
“Stop being an ass.” He grabbed a beer and sat on the sand. “I mean, maybe I’m not into being known as a womanizer anymore.”
“Right.” I chuckled and took a sip of my bottled water. “And I’m a dinosaur.”
“Hilarious.” He set his beer down and cursed.
“Dude, what’s wrong?” I threw some sand at his feet. “You’re more depressed than Alec these days!”
Jaymeson shrugged. “It’s my step-mom.”
“What about her?”
Alyssa ran by us and joined Angelica in the ocean, only she looked completely happy to be surfing rather than prancing around. Damn, she was hot.
“So you know how my parents had this crazy divorce last year?”
“Who doesn’t? That shit was even on CNN.”
“Right.” Jaymeson swore. “So anyways, my dad ended up having to pay a lot of money to my mom because he was caught being unfaithful. They had started a joint production company and she wanted all of it. In the end she got it because she was able to prove that as per their pre-nup, he cheated, therefore forfeiting any rights he had to the company.”
“Well, that was dumb.”
Jaymeson laughed humorlessly. “The bastard didn’t think he’d get caught.”
“Most don’t.”
“Anyways.” He took of his sunglasses and leaned back on his elbows. “Last night my mom got a bit wasted and was spouting out this nonsense about these pictures of her and some guy together the night the divorce was finalized. Granted, he can’t legally do anything, but he’s apparently threatening to go to the press with the pictures. Some of them are apparently really bad. He claims my mom’s squeaky clean reputation will be shattered, so he’s bribing her. Wants half the production company. I’m sure it helps that they were producing the new series of dystopian novels that hit the New York Times last year.”