When the plane circled Mount Adams and landed in Portland, Myrna felt a surge of nervousness. What if his opinion of her had changed since she’d last seen him? What if that insatiable spark between them had fizzled out? What if he wasn’t attracted to her any longer? What if—
“Nervous?” the man seated next to her asked.
She shook her head, though yes, she was nervous. She needed to get a grip.
“First time in Portland?”
“I was here a few years ago for a meeting.”
“It’s a beautiful city. I hope you enjoy yourself.”
She flushed. With Brian between her thighs, that was guaranteed. “I hope so, too.”
When she exited the ramp onto the concourse, she glanced around for a familiar face. Clad in leather from head to foot, including his floppy fedora, Brian stood at the end of the ramp. She recognized him instantly despite the dark shades he wore to disguise himself. Every concern clouding her mind vanished the instant he smiled at her. He pushed his way through the exiting passengers and captured her in his arms, claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. Her knees went weak. My God, this man could kiss. He pul ed back and raked his eyes over her.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, kissing her again.
“You look… mysterious.” She tapped the brim of his hat with her fingertips.
“It seems we have a lot of rabid fans in Portland.” He chuckled. “I’ve been dodging them al day. Poor Sed had the shirt ripped off his back this morning.”
“Real y?”
“Yep.”
“So my plan to rip your shirt off isn’t very original.”
He laughed and kissed her tenderly. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’ve had you on my mind non-stop al month. I real y missed you.”
Her heart thudded. “I missed you, too. I didn’t realize how much until I heard your voice.”
He stroked a stray hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Are you opening up possibilities between us?”
She grinned. “Sexual possibilities.”
He smiled and kissed her again. “I’l take what I can get. Should we get your luggage?”
“What luggage?”
“You didn’t bring anything?”
“I didn’t have time to pack.”
He grinned. Smugly. “I see.”
“I did bring you a present.” She fished the white, satin panties out of her pocket and handed them to him. “They got so wet from thinking about you, I took them off on the plane.”
He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Are you trying to kil me?” he murmured. “God, Myrna.”
She chuckled.
He whispered in her ear, “Does this mean you aren’t wearing any panties under that skirt?”
She grinned at him. “That’s what it means.”
“Christ, Myrna. You are trying to kil me!”
He took her hand, urging her forward at a run. She had a hard time keeping up with him in her high-heels. He found a deserted concourse and tugged her through the door of a men’s room.
“Brian? What are you doing?”
“You don’t real y think I can wait until we get back to the bus, do you?”
He shoved open a stal and pul ed her inside, pressing her up against the stal door. His mouth descended on hers. His hands moved down her hips to lift her skirt up around her waist. She shuddered when his fingers found the moist heat between her thighs.
“You real y are wet,” he said, as if awed by the discovery.
“Did you think I was making up stories for your amusement?”
Her hands moved to the fly of his leather pants, releasing his cock. When she touched him, he drew a shaky breath through his teeth. “Abstinence is so not my thing.”
His words didn’t have time to register before he lifted her thigh to his hip and plunged into her body. She clung to his shoulders, groaning at the enthusiasm of his strokes.
“Garters under a conservative gray suit, Professor?” he murmured, his fingers running under the straps holding up her stockings.
“Do you know how hot that is?”
“I like to keep my smuttiness careful y concealed.”
“You’re not fooling me,” he whispered.
“I’m not trying to, but you’re the only one who knows.”
“That makes it even hotter.”
He held her against the door as he thrust up into her, grinding deeply as he knew she liked it. “Brian. Brian! Oh God, Brian!”
“Shh, someone might come in,” he said. “The last thing I need is to be arrested for public indecency.”
She tensed. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to be indecent.”
“There is nothing indecent about you, baby.” He cupped her jaw and kissed her gently. “You scream my name al you want.”
She opened her eyes to look at him and found him stil wearing his sunglasses. She took them off and tucked them into his jacket pocket. She wanted to see his eyes. Brown. Intense. Glazed with desire. For her.
He grinned. “Can we change positions? This is pretty hard on my back.”
“Are you getting old?”
“Yeah, I must be.”
He pul ed out and guided her hands to the wal at the back of the stal . He bent her over the toilet, not the most romantic view, and pushed her skirt up around her waist. He buried his face in her ass and lapped at the liquid heat between her thighs.
“Mmm,” he murmured, spreading her labia with his fingers to gain better access. “I missed this, too.” As he licked and sucked on her flesh, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, fascinated by the bare flesh above the tops of her stockings. Her breathing became erratic and shaky as she neared orgasm.
He stood and leaned over her, possessing her body with his thick c**k again. She cried out as her body shook with release. She thought she heard a door open, but didn’t care as she shifted backward to meet his every stroke.
“God, baby, I’ve missed you. I hear it again.”
“The music?”
“Yeah, the music.”
The sound of a zipper being released came from the stal next to them. Brian surprised her by increasing his tempo, seeking quick release. “We need to get out of here,” he whispered into her ear. “I want to make love to you slowly. With lots of blank paper and pens nearby.”
She wriggled her hips and he gasped.
“Do that again.”
She complied. Brian groaned.