Yes, she did.
Skye found herself rising. Walking those few feet that separated them and reaching for his offered hand.
He immediately pulled her down on top of him. In seconds, Trace had her positioned so that her legs draped over his. So that her sex pushed down against the firm ridge of his arousal.
His lips were on her neck, kissing her lightly. “Tell me about that night…the night the doctor lost you.”
Her eyes squeezed shut.
His fingers slid under the skirt. Trailed lightly up her thigh. Her muscles tightened beneath that touch.
“I don’t want to talk about him.” She wouldn’t.
His fingers pushed a little higher. Her body was tense, aching. If he would just move his fingers up a little bit more…
“What do you want, Skye?”
She forced herself to open her eyes. To meet his bright stare. “I want you.” No hesitation. No lies.
His head tilted. “The pilot is close by. What if he hears you?”
Her heart beat a little faster at that. “I-I won’t make a sound.”
“I’ve made you scream before.”
Her breath sawed from her lungs. His fingers had risen up a few more inches. She felt them at the edge of her panties. Then…then he was touching her through the soft silk. Rubbing over her and she pressed down into his hand. “I won’t make a sound,” she whispered again.
“We’ll see…” Trace murmured. His fingers slipped under the silk. “Oh, baby, you’re already wet for me.” His fingers caressed her sex, teasing her, tormenting her.
Skye’s hands locked on the seat behind his head. She squeezed tightly when his index finger thrust into her.
That wasn’t enough. She needed more from him.
His thumb pressed over the center of her clit. Pressed, rotated, and had her hips thrusting desperately against his hand.
Her nails sank into that seat when a second finger pushed into her.
He kissed her neck. His tongue licked her skin, then she felt the faint bite of his teeth. “You want to come, don’t you?”
She was almost—
“But not yet,” he said, and his fingers eased back. Stroked, but didn’t push her toward that wild rush for pleasure. “Not just yet.”
Her head turned. Their eyes met.
“Tell me about that night.”
What the hell?
She shoved away from the seat, away from him. “No.” Why did he have to know everything about her? Some shames were her own.
Skye tried to scramble back into her seat. Forget being graceful. She would just fall on her ass if necessary. Whatever. Anything to escape.
But he didn’t let her go. He pulled her back against him, and the long, thick bulge of his arousal pressed into her damp panties. “There’s nowhere to run.”
Not when they were nearly thirty thousand feet up in the air.
“And you don’t want to run, not from me. I’m the one you ran to.” His mouth was on her neck again. On that spot where her shoulder and neck met. On the spot that always made her weak.
She hated being so weak with him. So vulnerable. He shouldn’t have such power over her body. Over her. He shouldn’t—
He’s not the only one with power.
Determination filled her. She wasn’t going to play his game. She’d show Trace that his need for her blazed just as hot as her own.
Her hands pushed between them. Found that heavy length of arousal. She stroked him through the pants that he wore. His cock jerked beneath her touch.
“Skye…”
“The plane will land soon. I’m done talking.” She’d been through enough. She unbuttoned his fly. Unzipped his pants. No underwear. Typical for Trace. Her fingers closed around him, and she pumped his flesh. Once, twice.
Touching him turned her on. That was her weakness.
It was his, too.
His breath hissed out. His fingers pushed into her sex again, thrusting hard and deep even as she pumped him. It was good, so good, hands stroking, caressing. She still had her skirt on. Her bra, her panties…he’d just shoved those panties to the side.
He was hot and hard and strong in her hand. Moisture gleamed on the head of his arousal, and she knew that just a few more—
“Not that way,” he snarled, the words dark and hard. “In you.”
Her panties ripped. He lifted her hips. Her skirt swirled around them. He lifted her—and thrust deep.
He filled her completely with that one thrust. So full that she couldn’t move for an instant. Her knees were on either side of his hips. One of her knees jammed into the armrest—she didn’t care.
Trace started to move again. No, he moved her. Lifting her up, bringing her crashing back down.
“Can you…stay quiet…?” He rasped the words as the black of his pupils spread in his eyes. “Or will you scream…for me?”
Her heart raced faster, seeming to jump from her chest. His hand was still stroking the center of her need, and he had her angled so that every thrust sent his cock over her most sensitive flesh.
His open pants brushed against her legs. Still dressed. We’re both—
“I like it when you scream.”
Her release was coming. Tightening her body. Spiraling up and blazing through her.
He thrust harder. Harder. His grip was so tight, she wondered if it might bruise her.
Then she—
Trace drove deep.
She exploded with a release so hard and consuming that her whole body shuddered. A cry broke from her lips.
“Yes, hell, yes.” Trace found his own pleasure. A hot tide filled her as he came.
For a few moments, she couldn’t see anything. She could only feel the pleasure that shook her body in hard, desperate waves. Her breath wasn’t deep enough. Her heart couldn’t slow down.
“So fucking beautiful…” He brushed back her hair. Kissed her.
Was that the first time he’d kissed her on that plane?
She blinked, and some of the darkness seemed to fade.
“We’re about to begin our descent…” The pilot’s voice floated to her. “Please make sure you’re buckled.”
Heat burned her face.
Trace just laughed.
She’d screamed. Right at the end there, she’d screamed for him.
Fumbling, Skye pulled away from Trace. Her panties were on the floor. She grabbed for them.
But Trace got to them first. His hand fisted around her underwear. “They’re ruined. Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a new pair.”
She sank into her seat. Her thighs were trembling. She could still feel him inside of her.
Her sex kept contracting.
Her hands fumbled as she hooked the seatbelt. Skye squeezed her legs together as she tried to stop that trembling.
Very slowly, he readjusted his own clothes. He tucked her panties in his pocket. Trace kept his eyes on her. “That’s the thing,” he murmured.
“Wh-what thing?” Why did she have to stutter around him?
“You are afraid of me, but you want me anyway.” His lips twisted in a smile that held no humor. “Sometimes I even wonder, do you want me because you fear me?”
The plane began to descend. She felt the slight change. “What kind of question is that?”