All Grown Up (Eden High)

“Nothing.” I looked away hurriedly back out the window, but he tossed the magazine aside and turned his focus on me. “Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten since I picked you up.” I’m too nervous to eat, but I didn’t tell him that for fear of sounding like a ninny. “Nervous?” I wanted to crawl into the floor of the plane in shame.

He turned my face towards him with a finger under my chin. No words were spoken as he just looked into my eyes. What is he seeing? He pressed a button, and the lady who greeted us before we boarded appeared out of nowhere. “Bring us a salad. She likes cucumbers, so make sure there are plenty and herb ranch dressing.”

“Will that be all, sir?”

“Water, too, thanks, for both of us.”

How did he know that I like cucumbers? I tried racking my brain to see if I’d ever ordered one in front of him, and the only time I can recall that happening is more than a year ago when we all went out for burgers. Oh my! Now I’m a puddle of goo. What does it mean that he remembers that? Or that he’d even noticed back then?

I fell even more under his spell when the stewardess returned, and he prepared my salad for me, adding the dressing just the way I liked. And when he forked some lettuce on the fork and turned to me with an ‘open’, I knew that this was only the beginning, just like Sian and Jace had said when we had our private talk earlier.

Alex

She was asleep with her head on my shoulder when my watch alarmed. I’d set it for midnight because I didn’t want to miss even a second of her big day. There was still half an hour to go before we land, and I figured I had just enough control left to hold out, but I couldn’t wait one more minute to taste her.

I lifted her head, my eyes trained on her cupid bow lips. They were soft and dewy pink from the gloss she’d applied after dinner. I lowered my head, giving her time to wake up from the movement, but her lashes didn’t even flutter. The first touch of my lips against hers was soft as butterfly wings, and yet I felt that shit in my gut.

I tried not to wake her while stealing soft kisses from her lips, but then she sighed in her sleep, and her lips fell open just the tiniest bit. She came awake when my tongue touched hers, and after a moment of surprise on her part, I felt her hand creep up tentatively to clutch my nape. Bad move!

‘You cannot take her virginity on this damn plane Alex no matter what.’ I had to keep saying that to myself even as I unstrapped her and lifted her from her seat onto my lap without breaking the kiss. A kiss isn’t supposed to blow your head off, is it? Or make your heart race so fast you were afraid it would stop.

My hand got tangled up in her fat curls, and in my heart, I was happy once again that I’d stopped that woman from cutting her beautiful hair earlier. I’d given both her and the stylist a bullshit excuse for my reason for stopping her, but the truth is, I love her hair, love the way it frames her angelic face and flows down her back like a golden waterfall.

There’s a kind of innocence attached to it in my mind, and I can’t imagine her without it. Besides, the cut the other woman wanted to give her would’ve changed her whole appearance in my eyes, made her too ‘Hollywood’ if you will, and I want her to hold onto as much of her innocence as she could for as long as she could.

Now it feels like warm silk as it plays over my fingers, and I can’t wait to have it cover me like a waterfall as she… Geez, dude, get a grip. Too late! My imagination plus the kiss was more than I could handle, and there is no way she couldn’t feel my dick growing harder under her ass. All from playing in her hair and tasting her honeydew lips.

For a few seconds, it felt like everything I’d told myself not to do had flown out the window, and I couldn’t remember a damn thing. There was no discipline, no holding back as I deepened the kiss, pulling her in closer, but a shred of sanity prevailed in the end before I went too far and dragged her down in the aisle like my dick was pressing me to. The fact that I wanted more for her was the last bit of clarity to break through my feverish mind, and I was able to pull back.