“Yes it does,” Carrie agreed, and smiled. Eve patted her daughter’s leg and gave her a juice box.
“I’m glad we have a connection in Denver and got to fly the same plane home together,” Eve said, leaning across the aisle to Carrie.
Carrie nodded. She felt like she had found a friend in Eve. It was nice that even with everything that had happened, Eve had never once judged her. It took only a few minutes before takeoff to catch Eve up on the situation after Blake had made his declaration. She also had a standing invitation for a job to design Eve’s house, and her husband even mentioned a “man cave.”
“I’m glad, too,” Carrie said. And she meant it in so many more ways than one. She looked at the handsome man next to her, the man she loved, and she smiled when a brilliant idea crossed her mind…
…
Blake was learning that Carrie had different smiles. The one she was currently tossing his way had a particular sexy deviousness to it. And he liked it.
“You doing all right?” he asked.
She nodded. The people they’d met at the island were nice, and Carrie seemed happy. The little girl almost instantly passed out with a belly full of juice, and it looked like the rest of the family was following suit. The lights went dim and a stillness washed over the cabin as everyone settled in for the long flight.
Carrie looked around, and Blake knew she was assessing. But most everyone was trying to nap and no one was paying much attention to anyone else.
“You know how you promised to help me experience my fantasy to the fullest?” she started in an innocent voice. Blake nodded. “Well, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to please the man I love anywhere, at any time.”
Blake frowned, then grinned. He wasn’t exactly sure where she was going with this, but he liked what he was hearing.
“Oh yeah? And how do you propose we…” Blake couldn’t finish the sentence because Carrie took out the in-flight blanket they’d been given and covered them both from the chest down.
That’s when he felt her hand tug open his belt and every part of him shot to attention.
“Right now? Here?” he asked with anticipation and shock. His Carrie was turning into a vixen, and he kind of liked it.
“Yep, right here, right now. Only this time, you’re the one who’s going to have to try to keep it together.”
Blake’s mind shot to the memory of taking her in the ocean in front of others. Payback was awesome, and he couldn’t complain that Carrie was currently stroking him, giving him a taste of his own medicine with every soft pull of her hand.
“Turnabout is fair,” he said around a strangled breath.
He kissed her cheek, her earlobe, her neck. When a soft moan escaped, Blake wondered how he got so lucky. How on the plane ride here, they were in these exact seats, yet under totally different circumstances.
When she kissed him softly, his blood heated and he could swear she felt it. Thank God the plane was quiet, because his pulse was beating in his ears.
This may be her fantasy, but it was just as much Blake’s dream come true.
He kissed her with every ounce of happiness he felt. And as her lips molded to his, he whispered, “I’ll always protect you.”