Another step.
‘Of this.’
Her chin lifts, her eyes defiant. ‘What?’
But I know she feels it. One more step and I have to bite back a groan when my chest presses to the tip of her breasts so I feel her hard nipples against me and want to devour her whole.
‘You don’t feel it?’ She has to tilt her head to look up at me. Up close, she smells like summer. Coconut, vanilla and sea spray. ‘I expected better from you, Cora.’
Her nostrils flare a little as she expels a breath; it’s warm against my throat. I want to kiss her. I want to fuck her.
Okay, I need to fuck her. And I know it has nothing to do with her and everything to do with me and my headspace right now, but I don’t give a shit. She’s here and if I can get her into bed maybe I’ll stop my damned head from thinking just long enough to get some peace.
‘Well? Are we ignoring this or not?’
* * *
I look up at him, my body at complete odds with my brain. I can’t think of a single reason to say no to him. I don’t actually work for the Harts. And it’s not like I’m going to get Amy in trouble. This isn’t fooling around with another crew member or a pilot. This is Holden freaking Hart. There won’t be any repercussions for Amy if I decide to sleep with him.
This is all about what I want, and what he’s offering.
My heart punches within my chest. I stay where I am but God, I want to push forward. My breasts are tingling from the light contact with his chest. My body is on fire. I haven’t been with a guy in over a year.
Yeah, I’ve been lonely, and the idea of having sex with someone catches me unawares. I’m beyond tempted.
Not because it’s Holden Hart, not because he’s incredibly hot, but because I want to remember what it feels like to be kissed, touched, to be human. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that.
I wonder if there are reasons I’m missing, reasons I should walk away from this, but I really can’t think of one. All I know i
s that if I get off the plane without following through on this impulse I’ll regret it. I’ve made a few decisions in my life that I wish I could do over, and I don’t want him to be one of them.
I want him, and I want to do this. There isn’t a shred of doubt in my mind.
A thrill of pleasurable anticipation ignites in the pit of my stomach. I smile slowly, my eyes meeting his. It’s madness, but I don’t care.
‘Cora?’
There’s impatience in his tone. I like that. Or, rather, how much he wants me is a bit of a power trip, even when I feel exactly the same strength of desire for him.
‘I’m thinking,’ I say, tilting my head to the side to consider this.
‘Maybe there’s something I could do to help you make up your mind?’
My heart steps up a beat. ‘Such as?’
His grin is the last word in sensual promise. I can barely stand. ‘Let’s see.’ He moves his hands to the button at the waistband of my trousers. He holds my gaze, a droll challenge in his expression as he flicks it open then slides the zip down. A tremble of want moves from the base of my stomach to between my shoulder blades, but I stay right where I am.
His fingers catch on the elastic of my underpants, pulling at them gently, pushing them down a little so I hold my breath as his hands connect with my bare flesh. I have to bite down on my lip to stop from moaning.
I know I could stop this if I wanted to, but I don’t. God, I really don’t. Suddenly, I can’t believe it’s been a year since I had sex. And how long before Grant? Another year? I deserve this, damn it! I almost laugh, so excited by the prospect of what’s about to happen, but any hint of amusement is strangled in my throat the second his finger moves lower, sliding deep into my underpants and probing my flesh.
‘What if I told you I could make you feel better than you’ve ever known possible?’ The words are husky with sensual promise.
I close my eyes a second, needing to remember how to breathe—something which feels easier when I’m not looking at Holden Hart. ‘I’d say you’re full of confidence in your abilities.’
‘With good reason.’
His finger pushes inside of me and I groan then, unable to stop myself, unable to think. I’m all instinct and reaction.