He leans forward and I tense up. Having Jack Mercury’s hands so close to my belly makes me more than a little self-conscious, but I have no idea how the buckle might work so I let him do it.
Not surprised when he has to let a little more of the belt out, he leans in some more to get it right.
“Almost there,” he whispers. And then “How’s that feel?” once he’s satisfied I’m all strapped in.
I open my mouth to say something, but the whole plane lurches forward suddenly, sending Jack tumbling towards me with his hands out.
I moan, taking a sharp breath in too when his hands both rest on my chest, which I feel stiffen instantly.
Our eyes meet for a second and although I know it’s an innocent accident, I don’t want him to move his hands either.
His face is close to mine now, and there’s a long pause before he asks me in a husky voice if I’m okay, removing his hands slowly and sitting back in his own seat.
I can only shiver another breath, feeling my hands tremble as I grip the edge of my seat, unable to break eye contact with him until I can see it’s not just my chest that’s gone all stiff.
Not just my heart that’s thumping in my chest.
He lets out a low sound, buckling himself in and making sure I can see exactly what he has to hitch the belt over before its snapped in place.
The same thick line up the center of his pants I saw in the office earlier.
I tried telling myself it was just the light. But there’s no denying it now and I don’t think Jack wants to play at hiding it anymore either.
I feel the jet starting to move forward again, faster this time, and tell myself it’s only making its way to the runway to take off.
Jack doesn’t say a word but makes sure his eyes never leave mine either.
He watches me watch him, and try as I might I can’t help but look down at his growing pant bulge, which I notice is getting longer and thicker the more he notices me staring.
The jet gets faster and faster and finally, I can feel the ground disappearing below us.
My ears pop and so does something else inside me.
It feels like the higher we climb, the harder I’m falling for Jack Mercury, the man not the movie star.
Chapter Eight
Jack
I’m not lying when I tell her I don’t like flying.
What I don’t tell Olivia is that I’m usually paralyzed with fear at the thought of it.
But today, with her I feel like I could do anything. It isn’t too long before I don’t have to tell her anything either. It’s clear to both of us just how I really feel once gravity lends a hand (or two).
It’s an innocent little mishap, but I can see at a glance that she’s not unhappy about my hands on her firm chest.
I don’t know if it’s the change in cabin pressure or if I just need her to know how I feel, but I don’t try and hide my arousal from her anymore.
A part of me, a big part wants her to see it. Needs her to know the effect she’s having on me as well as show her that I’m more than just an actor.
More than just some prize for the day.
She’s my prize now, mine.
There, I said it.
I’ve never wanted anything so bad in all my life and before this day is out, I’m gonna make sure Olivia understands just how much I want her.
Once we reach cruising altitude, the light above us dims slowly meaning we can move around the cabin if we want.
Watching Olivia the whole time it took for us to take off, she didn’t flinch once and for the first time ever I think I actually like flying now.
In fact, going by the look in her eyes as they shift from mine to my aching hard on, I wonder if she even knows we’re up in the air at all.
“Look,” I tell her, craning my neck a little to see out the window. “The view. It’s beautiful,” I remark.
“It sure is,” she purrs, and looking over to her again I can see her eyes haven’t moved from me or my stiff lap.
With a little sigh, she eventually moves over and pressing her hands against the glass, sees the world from above the clouds for the first time ever.
At my own request, there’s never any visible cabin crew on these kinds of flights, but there’s always plenty of food and drink to be had if you know where to look.
My groaning belly reminds me to make sure Olivia has something decent to eat as well as myself.
I don’t want her fainting like that again.
“You hungry? They should have some food around here someplace,” I tell her, moving over to the side of the cabin that has all kinds of storage tucked away disguised as heavy laminated woodwork.