Red (Close Contact Book 3) (2 page)

His head shook. “Not too much, but I could be your guide.”

“I’d like that,” Lexie purred. “Show me where to stay, eat, drink, dance.”

Moist breath caressed her face, when he said, “You’ll stay with me. I keep a house on Little Torch Key. It has more than one bedroom, should you desire your own. And I’ll show you whatever you want to see.”

This was easy. Not many things in her life were. She’d scraped and fought, working harder than most to see her dreams realized. Didn’t she deserve a little easy?

“I want to see you.”

Lexie’s words held no apology, guile, or haste. Like all her words, they were measured with thought and honesty.

A thick veined hand traveled to the knot of his tie and pulled. Two precious inches of fabric chafed through the tangle. The soft sound sent a rush of warmth from Lexie’s heart to the tips of her extremities. Heat slid across the hood of her clitoris like Luke Duke. His clear eyes searched her eyes, her lips, her neck. He must have found only desire in her reaction because he progressed to the translucent white button at his throat. The same hand that had soothed her agitated state only an hour before, slowly drove her wild.

Saliva pooled in her mouth, as he unfastened the third button. Golden brown skin peeked out in stark contrast to the fabric. The fourth fastener surrendered its loop, revealing the plateau of his well-defined chest and a hint of the carved abdomen below. When he unveiled a happy trail, Lexie’s patience cracked. Her itchy fingers moved of their own volition from the edge of the chair it had clutched.

Before contact, Dana, the perky barely twentysomething flight attendant opened the cabin door. With a voice as smooth as honey, she asked, “Dr. McCrae. Captain Warren. Can I get either of you anything?”

On any other day, in any similar situation, not that any had ever occurred, Lexie would have wilted like a moonflower in direct sunlight. Today she stopped the woman’s advance into the cabin with a wave of her hand, and appreciated the fact that though the attendant could see the
I’m about to spontaneously orgasm
expression on Lexie’s face, the chair blocked her exclusive view of the good captain’s state of undress.

With a brief glance and bowed smile, Lexie said, “Thank you, Dana. I believe we have everything we require.”

Captain Warren’s smoldering expression held Lexie’s gaze, as he added, “Should Rob need assistance, have him call back.”

Dana cheeks flushed. She bit out a, “Yes Sir,” and stalked from the cabin. Before the door closed completely, Lexie yanked the shirttail from Warren’s pants and ripped it open. The few remaining buttons sailed through the air, pinging about. She knelt between his open thighs. Her palm slid over his neck and across his stony pecs, eliciting a rumble inside his chest. It vibrated under her fingertips, until she moved them down over each corded bump of abdominal muscle. The pilot’s hands molded her lush contours from the tops of her rump, up the dip of her waist, and along her spine to her neck where they dove into her long ebony hair.

Before this progressed any farther, Lexie had to know, “Are you screwing the flight attendant?”

His nose wrinkled as though he’d smelled something rotten. “No.”

“You owe me no explanations. She’s a beautiful girl. No one would blame you for it. I just don’t want to be kicked off the flight mid-air.”

Lexie’s chin shot up as he tugged her hair back. Soft lips kissed and unyielding teeth nibbled a trail up her neck to her lobe.

“She’s infatuated. I’m not. Too willowy. Too dramatic. Too young.”

He worked along her jaw until he reached her cheek. With a tilt of her head pressure so lavish bombarded Lexie’s mouth. Allure gave way to carnal hunger and she experienced a kiss more powerful than her first. He ate at her lips like a man starved. His lips warmed hers as he sucked and pulled, opening her mouth to him. The torrid way his tongue massaged hers made her clitoris pulse with want.

Both near suffocation, the kiss broke. In labored pants he said, “I have a thing for women with red soled shoes, red classic cars, curves and fuck me red lips.”

“It’s Russian Red. The lipstick color. But my lower lips are fuck me red.”

With that, she pushed him back into the chair and pulled at the belt around his waist toward her. Small, but deceptively strong she positioned his crotch below her breasts. Crudely, Lexie unfastened his belt and slacks and freed his thick cock from black boxer briefs. Without preamble, she stroked his length and guided the orbed tip into her mouth. When it met with the back of her throat, the captain hissed through clenched teeth. She firmed her lips around him and swallowed several times before sucking him like a lolli until he popped out of her mouth. Halfway down his shaft uniformed color ringed his girth.

“See, Russian Red.”

“I need to see fuck me red, for color comparison.”

Lexie smiled. “I’m not done here.”

She plunged him back into her hot mouth. One fist pumped the base which her lips could not accommodate. Saliva pooled around him as Lexie worked his delicious shaft. The leather screamed under the captain’s grip, when she picked-up tempo. His hips rolled with her. The muscles of his chest and abdomen rippled and a fine sheen of sweat slicked his skin. She strummed her tongue over his slick tip and came away with the salty taste of pre-cum.

Before she could make him explode, Captain Warren plucked her off the floor. She dangled, wrapped in his arms. He braced his forehead on hers. From her vantage point Lexie could see the intricate design of light and dark blue fissures in his eyes.

“You have no idea how much I
hate
to rush this, but Rob just switched off auto-pilot which means we’re going to hit the storm I was hoping like hell to avoid. I’ll make it up to you later, if you’ll let me.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“Been flying since I could walk. Amazingly, I felt the plane shift, even with your hot mouth on me.”

Lexie couldn’t hold back a whine of disappointment. She’d never begged a man for anything and should turn red from embarrassment at the unchecked display. Need made her weak. If he’d just let her go, she’d be back on her knees in a flash. She’d plead, grovel. Whatever it took to have him.

The notion perplexed Lexie’s higher intelligence. Having only met the man. Wait. They hadn’t even been formally introduced. All she knew of him was a last name and the want of him. Unknowing the reason, but driven by some deeper instinct, Lexie was drawn to him as she had never been by anything other than medicine. His crooked smile and easygoing personality appealed to her new carefree attitude. Those piercing eyes and exquisite body ignited her sexuality. But the intensity of his passion claimed her. So, foolish or not, she would beg.

A smile brightened his face and he whispered, “I’m not done here.”

He whirled her around to face her chair. His hands ran up her arms, and he placed her hands on the seat’s back. He pushed her knees with his own into the seat of the chair. Hot kisses showered her neck while his hands slid under her shirt. He hefted her breasts, caressing them and molding them with his touch. Her skin scorched in their wake. With a flick the front clasp of her bra gave way. When he pinched her nipples the sensation had her arching. His lips were hot on her cheek. His dick nestled into the groove of her ass and elicited a moan from them both. Lexie rocked her hips, rubbing his cock against her covered sex. With each roll, the V of her thong pulled more tightly chafing her clit.

While teasing her nipples with one hand, the captain’s other rushed to the hem of the pencil skirt. He tugged at the material, but only gained an inch. Moving his hand to the back side he pulled again, gaining no skin. With one last flick of her nipple, his hand retreated. Lexie heard the shriek of ripping fabric before she felt the coolness of the cabin’s air on her butt. The erotic sound of ripping fabric would live on forever in her fantasies.

Lace from her panties strummed over her clitoris and bit into her cheek as Captain Warren jerked them to the side. Lexie repositioned her knees wider in the seat to keep her balance, and then muffled a scream of ecstasy into the leather. His tongue swiped a sumptuous line starting on her swollen clit and ending with a bite on her lower back. “I’ve had red popsicles, but that red’s the best I’ve ever tasted,” he growled near her ear. “Save me some for later.”

Lexie whimpered in response.

When his hands gripped her bare hips and the smoothness of his erection slid between her cheeks, fresh moisture coated her lower lips. Her vagina pulsed with need. He glided the head of his penis teasingly over her lips. Their juices melded.

“Condom,” Lexie panted.

“Shit! Condom. Right. You’re making me forget myself, Doctor.”

He fumbled around for a second before she heard the rip of foil. His hot cock left her for the barest of moments before it returned to massage her clit. Slowly, he entered, filling her and giving her what she so desired. Sweet sexual oblivion took hold as they joined. The job, hell, the whole world, fell away as he wrapped an arm around her middle anchoring her to him, and then he covered one of her hands with his own and rhythmically drove into her.

Each thrust snuggled his core to her bottom and pierced her womb. Each withdrawal massaged her tight walls, setting her neurons off like firecrackers on Independence Day. He nudged her face up from the pillowy seat. “No one’s going to hear, but me, and I want to hear everything you have to say about this.”

“They’re not intelligible words,” she panted.

“That works too.”

He peeled off her top and Lexie sighed. His arm and hot body continued to brace her while his other hand smoothed over her abdomen and down her thigh. Open mouthed kisses sprinkled her bare shoulder.

Not even face to face had Lexie ever made more engaging love. So drawn in to this man, her hands abandoned the chair. One gripped his hair, the other bit into the skin of his waist as she urged him closer. Their tempo rose, along with their voices which filled the cabin with pants and moans.

On another pass, his hand plunged from her belly to her center. His fingers spread her slippery lips wide and stroked the ridge of her sex. “So good. So good.” Lexie chanted the words.

“Too damn good,” he answered.

His husky voice in her ear, massaging cock deep inside, and stroking finger coalesced into a fierce orgasm. Lexie came hard with a scream. Every muscle in her body constricted with sheer pleasure. Her channel convulsed, milking his release. He barked an expletive as he erupted. The warmth primed Lexie for a second climax, until the plane rattled, then dropped five feet.

They careened backward, two half naked bodies still joined in the throes of passion and turbulence. Captain Warren caught the edge of his seat and hoisted them into it before they hit the floor.

“Shit,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

Lexie disengaged herself and slid into her seat. Staring across from her, the man was a rumpled mess and looked delicious for it. Clothes hung from his every limb. The white shirt she’d been so eager to remove, lacked several buttons and boasted a rather large rip. Hair stuck to his forehead, wet from sweat.

She licked her swollen lips. “I suppose you need to go.”

“Hate to, but yeah.” He ruffled the hair on his forehead and huffed. When she expected him to turn and leave he captured her hand, pulled it to his mouth and straightened her fingers. His face buried in her palm. Hot wet kisses soothed her flesh. “I have to get you safely on the ground.”

As Lexie watched the beautiful pilot dress, she erupted into a fit of giggles.

He cocked his brows and cinched the knot on his tie.

“What? Is my fly down?”

“No, you look perfect. It’s just, now I’m a member of the Mile High Club.”

“Yeah? Me too.”

“For the hundredth time,” she said with a snort.

“Believe it or not, until today, I took my job seriously.”

“Yeah, so did I,” she said with a high brow, the unasked
What’s your point?
written above it.

He leaned down and kissed Lexie’s cheek. “You took my Mile High virginity, Dr. McCrae.”

“Lexie,” she amended.

“Lexie.” Her name rumbled from his lips.

“What’s your first name, Captain Warren?”

After kissing her other cheek, he said, “Beck.”

Her nails sank into his shirt and she pulled him back for a searing kiss. “So, Beck, is your beach virginity intact?”

“I grew up on the beach.” He shrugged and grabbed her hand. His lips brushed the back of her hand. That brilliant smile flashed. “But I just bought a boat.”

Lexie watched his wide frame maneuver through the small cockpit door and fantasized about what he’d look like naked and what it’d be like to have sex on a boat.

W
hen friends become enemies and enemies become lovers.

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As son of the warlord, Baine Kendrick will happily use Sloan's body if it expedites his father's demise. Yet, he is wholly unprepared for the possessive and protective emotions she provokes. Maybe it’s the flashes of memory … two forgotten children drawing in the dirt beneath the boabab tree… But he fears there is more at stake than his life.

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or justice. For country. For love
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