Charming Hannah (Big Sky 1)

“I’m fine,” I reply, completely shocked. “This is gorgeous. How did you manage this?”

“It’s Max’s plane,” he says and helps me fasten my seatbelt. The pilot quickly comes back to go over safety features and introduce us to the co-pilot, and then he disappears behind the door leading to the cockpit and I hear the engines start. “We’re using all of his fun toys over the next few days.”

“That’s pretty cool.” The seat feels like a big hug, wrapping around my body and cradling me. “This might be the most comfortable airplane seat I’ve ever been in.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“What’s not to like? It’s a super fancy treat. Max seems nice.”

“I like him,” Brad replies with a shrug. “He’s generous, and he hasn’t let all the money go to his head.”

“That’s good.” I nod and watch as Brad takes a seat across from me, swivels to face me, and clicks his own seatbelt closed. He crosses one ankle over the opposite knee and rubs his fingers over his mouth, watching me with hot green eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s no fucking loveseat or couch on this plane,” he says immediately. “As soon as we’re airborne, I’m pulling you into my lap.”

I laugh, but electricity is zinging through me at the intensity of his voice. “I guess I’ve been warned.”

He doesn’t reply, and we’re quiet as the plane picks up speed down the runway and takes off. I glance outside, surprised that the plane ride isn’t bumpier as it climbs away from the green trees and blue lakes below into the sky.

“A smaller plane usually means more turbulence,” I comment and turn to find him still watching me.

“This plane is pretty steady.”

I nod and squeeze my legs closed, completely taken off guard at the sexual tension in the air. If I thought it was there earlier at my house, it’s nothing like right now.

I’m going to have sex in an airplane.

That’s new.

We sit, staring at each other, until there’s a ding over the speakers that signals we’re at cruising altitude and we’re safe to move about.

Within seconds, Brad is out of his seat and next to me, unclipping my seatbelt and lifting me into his arms.

My hands dive into his hair as his lips find mine, and it’s like we’re starved for each other, like we haven’t been together in ages rather than just this morning.

Rather than sit with me in his lap, Brad quickly strips us both out of our clothes, and guides me down to sit in my seat, scooted forward so my ass is at the very edge of the chair.

The next thing I know, he pushes my legs up, spreads them wide, and buries his face in my core, making me bite my lip to keep from crying out.

I don’t need to alert the pilots to the show happening twenty feet behind them.

“You’re so damn sweet,” he growls, watching me as he licks and nibbles, then pulls my lips into his mouth and makes a pulsing motion, succeeding in puckering my nipples.

I’m quite sure I’m going to have a bloody lip by the time this is over.

And I couldn’t care less.

“You can make noise,” he says.

“No way.” I have to grip the arms of the chair for dear life, not worried in the least that I might pierce the leather with my nails. “They can hear.”

“No, they can’t.” He grins and pushes a finger inside me, watching me almost leisurely. “They have headsets on to talk to air traffic control. They’re in their own world.”

I gasp when he pushes a second finger inside and makes a come here motion, making me quiver and see stars all at once.

“Oh God.”

“That’s right.”

“I can’t even.”

“Oh yes. You can.” He lowers his mouth to my clit, and that’s it. I explode into a million pieces. Without missing a beat, he wraps his arms around my back and picks me up, settling in the seat and me on top of him, straddling his hips.

I lower myself onto him, and when he’s buried as far as he can go, I lean in and kiss his mouth, loving the smell and taste of me on his lips.

“You make me crazy,” I whisper.

“Not nearly as crazy as you make me,” he counters, gripping my ass and urging me to move up and down in a long, quick motion. “I couldn’t wait to get airborne so I could have my way with you.”

“I have to admit, this is a first.”

He fists his hand in my hair and pulls me down to kiss him. “You make me want things I never have before, Hannah.”

“Like what?”

I bear down and squeeze, making him clench his teeth.

“This. Sex where someone could hear.”

“You said they can’t hear.”

He grins. “Well, they probably can’t.”

I pause, momentarily mortified, and then throw caution to the wind and move faster, bearing down harder.