Indigo Nights: A Sexy, Contemporary Romance (8 page)

Unable to take my eyes off her, I moved toward her table. I’d forgotten how full that dirty red mouth was. I’d not seen it around my dick, not yet. My cock jumped at the thought and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“So you
are
alive.”

She snapped her head up, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide. I bet she’d thought she’d never see me again. Well, I was determined to show her what she’d have missed.

At least she had the decency to blush. “D—”

“Stand up.” My voice was tight and low as I tried to keep a grip over myself. I didn’t want to draw any attention to us.

She frowned and dropped her notebook into her bag.

“Come with me,” I said, my heartbeat thundering through my shirt.

I grabbed her elbow as she stood. I wasn’t as familiar with this lounge as the one in Chicago, but I knew where the showers were. I pulled her in that direction. I needed to be alone with her.

“Are you okay? You seem upset,” she asked.

I couldn’t respond. I pushed through the doors to the showers. The lighting was low, and black slate lined the floors and wall. I tried the first door, but it was locked. The second one opened and I pulled her inside. Each large shower room was like a bathroom, with a dressing table, a couple of chairs and various lotions and toiletries.

Inside, I locked the door and backed her up against the wall. She looked confused.

“What are you doing?”

I wasn’t sure, but I knew I wanted her overwhelmed by me, to melt under me.

“Did you forget what I do to you?” I asked. “How many times I made you come?” I pushed my hips against hers.

“No—I . . .” Her voice quivered and I got a small sense of satisfaction. Why was I so concerned about having an impact on this woman? Why did it matter?

I clasped her face in my hands and ran my thumb across the beauty spot on her left cheek. “Why did you run?” I stared at her, trying to uncover what she was thinking.

“I didn’t run.” Her voice was breathy, as if I had some effect on her. I knew I couldn’t have been imagining it. “Not away from you. I . . . My father. I had to go to the hospital.”

I bent forward to kiss her before registering what she was telling me.

“Shit.” I pulled away, placing my hands on the wall on either side of her. “Your father was in the hospital?”

Her mouth parted as she gazed up at me. I was a fucking asshole for thinking her disappearance had been about us, about me. This woman had me upside down. “Is he okay?”

She skimmed her hands up my sides. “Yes. It was a false alarm.”

Relief snaked through me. Not only because her father was okay but because it meant I didn’t have to hold back.

She smiled and I couldn’t resist her a moment longer. I buried my hands in her hair, tipped her head back and delved my tongue into her mouth. Her hands smoothed across my back; the feel had me yearning for more as I twisted my body to encourage her exploration. Her touch drove me wild.

“I’ve got to see them,” I said as I fumbled with her blouse buttons.

“Careful. I have nothing to change into.” She took over and I pulled out my wallet, trying to find a condom. When I looked back at her, she stood in her skirt and bra, her lips puffy, fiddling with the front clasp.

“Let me. Bras are my superpower.”

“I bet they are.” She grinned at me, but held her hands up in surrender. I released the front catch with a single touch. “Bet you have more than one, my friend.”

Her breasts tumbled out, and immediately I reached for my cock. She brushed my hands away, making to open the fly as I fell under the spell of her incredible tits, pushing them up and together as she worked on my zipper. They were just how I’d imagined them over the last week—and I’d imagined them a lot.

I didn’t know where to start with her. I wanted to bite, suck, kiss, lick and fuck all of her all at once. Possession was my aim.

Shit, I needed more time with her than a quick fuck in a bathroom was going to give me. Could I ask for her number now?

“Champ, you’re going to have to move this along. We board soon, and I’m going to be mighty upset if I don’t spend takeoff in a post-orgasm haze,” she said, snapping me out of the spell that her tits had cast on me.

I yanked up her skirt. “You think I can’t make you come before we get called to the gate?” My heart was beating out of my chest.

“I’m counting on you.”

I growled, and ripped off her panties. She was going to have to fly without underwear. I wasn’t sure if that would be more tortuous for me, or her.

“Turn around.” My trousers were around my ankles like some teenager, but I couldn’t wait to be inside her.

She shifted sideways a little and turned, placing her palms against a full-length mirror affixed to the wall, sticking her ass out. My cock throbbed as she waited for me, her tits spilling out, her skirt around her waist. Perfection.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her back as she gasped at my touch.

Without ceremony, I slid inside her, watching her in the mirror as I pushed in as far as I could go. She made a choking sound, balled her hands into fists, and screwed her eyes shut. I stilled, taking her in. “You’re going to have to try to be quiet.” I cupped her breasts, pushing them together. She moaned. “I said quiet.”

“I don’t care if the whole fucking airport is listening.” Her words came out strained and pleading as she pushed back against me.

I pulled out, then slammed into her. “Look at me while I make you come.”

Her eyes opened, catching mine in the mirror. She was breathtaking. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and placed my hands over hers and began to fuck her as if it were my job.

Her sounds grew louder and louder. Instinctively, I placed my palm over her mouth. Her eyes never left mine. They were desperate and needy and a reflection of everything I felt. In seconds, she began to spasm around me, her moans vibrating against my palm, sending spikes of pleasure directly to my cock. She really was the fuck of the century.

I wrapped my arms around her, rocking into her gently, not wanting to let go. Her hands barely held her away from the mirror.

“This feels too good to give up,” I said, though I was really talking to myself. I knew I should walk away, satisfied with an easy, quick, incredible fuck, but something in me didn’t want to. Something in me wanted to cancel our flights and spend the weekend locked in a hotel. I kissed her neck and pulled away.

“Shit, we’re so late.” She smoothed her skirt and started to fasten her bra. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I disposed of the condom. “Seriously, get out of here, I need to straighten up.”

Was she blowing me off? “Give me your number, and I’ll get out of your way.” I spoke quickly, almost ashamed to ask. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d asked for a woman’s number. Probably not since—well, a long time ago.

“I’ll let you have it when we’ve boarded.” She concentrated as she fiddled with the buttons on her blouse.

I fastened my trousers. “If you don’t show up, I’m going to hunt you down.”

She looked up and grinned at me, those plump lips begging to be bitten.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I said. I would have to have her again if she wasn’t careful.

She raised her eyebrows. “Like what? Like I’m going to make you come until you see stars?”

I grinned and leaned toward her. “I can see every star in the universe right now.” I dropped a kiss on her delicious mouth and unlocked the door.

Beth

The announcement that we would be landing shortly woke me up. I’d managed to sleep most of the way. I shifted in my seat and opened my eyes. Dylan stood in front of me, his face back to being stern.

I’d not seen him since he’d left the shower. I’d boarded the airplane, collapsed into my seat and fallen asleep, still relaxed from spontaneous sex and another Dylan-induced orgasm.

When I’d seen him in the lounge, any thought that I could resist him had dissolved. I wanted him, and even though it meant giving up control—to him, to my lust—he was worth it. The way he made my body come alive was nothing I’d ever felt sober or drunk. I knew now that with him, I could give up my control but still sustain my sobriety, and that made me want him even more.

And he seemed to want me, too, which gave me confidence, as if it made wanting him back okay. He could have very easily avoided me in the lounge but hadn’t; he’d sought me out.

I smiled as my hand went to my head. Was I sporting bed head?

He held out his phone. “Number.”

Jeez, he was moody. Did everyone just do exactly as he told them? Probably.

But did I want to be one of them? Should I give him my number? Giving up control for short, defined periods of time was one thing, but suggesting that we contact each other outside the confines of a trip was another.

“Number,” he repeated.

I focused on him as if he was going to be able to answer my question before I asked it. He stared back at me before I said, “Is it a good idea? I mean—”

“I need to know what this is,” he said. His expression didn’t alter, and he kept his eyes on mine. I didn’t know what he meant, but I took his phone. I’d spent the last week wondering about him, imagining him on street corners. I’d lived through a one-night stand with him, my father being rushed to hospital, and was still holding things together. The world hadn’t fallen apart. Perhaps I was ready for a little ambiguity, a little less control, and a little more fun.

I took the phone and tapped in my number, adding my name in as
Airport Orgasm
.

I handed it back. He nodded once, his beautiful indigo eyes looked deep into me and then he stalked off.

I smiled. He struck me as a man who didn’t ask for a number he didn’t intend to use. Everything he did had intent. But if he didn’t call, I’d survive. It was a powerful feeling—understanding how strong I’d become. Besides, I was pretty sure I could live off Dylan James memories until I started dating properly.

I gathered my things, ready for a quick exit. I had a lot to do tonight, including a little more research on the producer I’d be meeting tomorrow, and I’d have to call Haven and tell her about my unexpected encounter with Dylan. She’d be thrilled. Even more so when I told her I’d given him my number.

I’d only brought a carry-on with me on this trip, so I sped through the airport. I got through immigration in record time, and by some miracle, there was no line for a cab.

“The Langham Hotel, please,” I said to the driver as I climbed into the taxi, carefully, as I was sans underwear.

The Langham made some of the best cake in Chicago. It was one of the reasons that they were my first choice of hotel when I was here.

I leaned back in my seat. I’d not expected to see Dylan again, but he’d been the perfect start to my trip. I’d arrived at the airport a little tense and nervous about filming my trial segment for
A Chicago Saturday
tomorrow. I’d boarded the plane floating and smiling. Dylan certainly knew how to make a woman come, that was for sure.

I could still feel his fingers pressed around my hips.

First class travel and great hotels were a particular indulgence of mine. My brother had been very generous to me when he sold his first company. It had taken a while, and a lot of nagging on his part, for me to accept his money and start spending it, but he’d set up a trust fund I’d actually started to enjoy.