I was raised by a single mom and I saw her struggle day in and day out. She did it all on a single income, too. Family vacations were rare and usually just to the lake for an extended weekend once a year. I had a yearning to see as much as I could and as soon I could, I did just that. I’ve been to so many places now and even when I get to go back to those same areas, it’s still just as amazing.
“You stare any harder at Mr. Williams, you’re going to burn a hole through him,” Max, my fellow flight attendant and all-around friend, tells me.
“Can you even blame me?” I ask him as I blush. I’ve seen Declan looking my way more than once. Heck, we’ve even touched, and his touch lit my body on fire and gave me something to think about on those lonely nights. Every time I bring him his drink or ask if he needs anything, he’s usually on his laptop or has his phone pressed to his ear while on a conference call.
He’d sometimes make small talk with me, but, for the most part, it’s been rare. Today doesn’t seem to be any different.
“No, Honey. No one can blame you. He is one fine specimen,” Max says. I look at Declan again. He’s in a classic Armani suit that is charcoal in color and fits him to perfection. His crisp white dress shirt is covered by his suit jacket, but his tie is off and the top two buttons are undone at his throat. His face is all angles and you can see he has laugh lines around his mouth and eyes that go perfectly with his sun kissed skin. If a throat and neck could ever be sexy, his definitely is.
I break out of my reverie and work on my check list before we prepare for take-off. It’s the usual items: making sure the refrigerator is well stocked, snacks are prepared, and keeping everything nice and orderly.
I’m in the middle of stocking the bathroom, lost in my own thoughts when the door shuts suddenly. I look up and there’s Declan. He’s shut us in the bathroom. The jet has a roomier bathroom, but, with him and I both here, it’s close quarters. I can smell him, he’s that close. It’s a deep heady smell of orange and cinnamon, something that I’ve come to think of as only his.
“Mr. Williams….uh. How can I help you?” I question and I can feel the heat rising up from my neck with red blotchiness as it goes up to my cheeks. I’m blushing like a twelve-year-old girl who has a crush.
“Kendall,” he murmurs and then I’m backed up against the wall and his hands are on my hips as his mouth slowly lowers to mine and he says, “I’ve been waiting months to have you in my arms.”
My eyes land on his lips as I see his head dip and I feel his lips on mine. He’s hesitant at first, something I would have never expected in all of my daydreams I’ve had of him. Yet, I’m thankful that he’s making sure I’m okay with how things are going.
“Declan,” I whisper as his lips finally meet mine. His tongue comes out to trace my lips and, as I gasp, his tongue finds mine and we’re lost to each other in our kiss. My hands come up to his shoulders, not to push him away but to bring him closer. When our kiss ends, our foreheads meet and his nose lightly grazes against mine while our eyes are still locked on one another.
Only the knocking on the door is really what has us backing away from each other.
“We’re about ready for take-off,” Max says through the door.
“Thank you, I’ll be right out,” I respond to him while looking up at Declan.
“Soon, Kendall. I’ll be seeing you soon,” Declan says and then he leaves me breathless. I stare at myself in the mirror, my face flush. I brush my fingertips across my lips that now have Declan’s taste lingering on them.
I straighten myself and head to my seat next to Max. As soon as I sit down, Max eyes me and wiggles his eyebrows. I dip my head down in a smile. He chuckles and then we both giggle.
Chapter Three
Declan
Fuck, after tasting Kendall, I didn’t want to leave. It physically hurt me to leave her there breathless. I wanted more of her, her cheeks were flushed with color. I want to know what she would look like spread out on my bed that I have in the back of the jet. Would that flush carry down to the tips of her nipples? What color would they be? Would they harden with just a breath being blown across them? Would she moan for my lips to be around them? Fuck, I need to have her.