Rupe eased Jayne’s legs to the floor. He hardened so quickly that his cock almost punched a hole in his sweatpants. He buried his hands in her hair and studied her face.

“Are you sure?” he said, hoping like fuck she didn’t say no and leg it again, because his right arm couldn’t take much more of a beating. His cock, on the other hand…

“Yes. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long, but I want you. I want this.” She swung her hand between them.

Rupe groaned as he caught her mouth. Jayne kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his. Jayne was no passive participant. She was a lady who liked to take her turn at leading, and right then, Rupe was so stunned by the turn of events that he happily acceded.

She leaned into him, pushing him towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress. He sat down as Jayne straddled him, wearing the stunningly hot lingerie from the last time. He briefly wondered if she’d chosen it on purpose to remind him of their first time together.

He closed his eyes as her hands explored his chest. The touch of her fingertips against his burning skin was heavenly. She gently pressed her palms against his shoulders, and he lay down on the bed as she straddled him once more.

“See these?” She scraped a red-painted nail over his abdomen. “I want to lick every single muscle.”

Rupe reached behind his head and gripped the bed frame. “I’m not stopping you.”

Jayne bent over, and he inhaled a sharp breath as the tip of her tongue traced his abs. He hadn’t thought his cock could get any stiffer, but it seemed he didn’t know his body as well as he’d thought. The damn thing might as well have had a steel rod at its core. She began to make soft noises at the back of her throat that sounded like appreciation. Dear God, she was going to be the death of him.

With his abs still damp from the attention of her tongue, Jayne crawled up his body until her mouth was level with his, but she didn’t kiss him. She simply stared into his eyes, and as she did, a warmth spread through his veins because Jayne’s eyes held something deeper than lust.

“Will you do something for me?” Rupe said, his voice low and husky.

“Within reason,” she said with an amused grin.

He smiled. “Strip.”

She sat up and pointed at her lingerie. “You want these off?”

“Yeah,” he groaned.

Jayne climbed off the bed and nodded at his pants. “You first.”

Rupe yanked off the sweats. His erection sprang free, and as he lay back down, it stretched towards his midriff. When Jayne licked her lips, he almost came.

“Stroke,” she said, nodding at his cock as she slipped her garter belt down those impossibly long legs.

“Holy hell.” Rupe took hold of his erection and began to rub. He’d been with a lot of women who didn’t shy away from intimacy, but Jayne’s sexual confidence was off the freaking charts, and he loved it.

With his eyes following her every move, he began to pump harder as she removed her lingerie one piece at a time. He swore she was taking her time on purpose. “I’m going to come if you don’t get a move on,” he said through a clenched jaw as his balls tightened.

Jayne shimmied out of her thong, the last piece of her underwear, and straddled him once more. “You wanted me to strip. The least I can do is give you a show.”

In a flash, Rupe flipped her onto her back. She giggled, but he cut off her laughter with his mouth. She’d been in charge until that moment, but no longer. He gripped her chin, holding her head in place as he kissed her, while his other hand brushed her waist and moved over her hip before settling between her legs. As his fingers sought her wet heat, he let out a low moan. She wasn’t just wet—she was soaking. He slid two fingers inside her, crooking them slightly until he found what he was looking for. Jayne arched her back and tore her mouth from his, incoherent mumblings falling from her lips.

As his thumb found the tight nub at the apex of her thighs, touching wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste, to lick, to suck. His lips found her hard nipples, and he pulled each one, in turn, into his mouth. He slowly worked his way down her body and parted her thighs with his hands. With one large palm holding each of her legs wide apart, Rupe buried his head between them.

“Oh God.” Jayne bunched the sheets in closed fists. She didn’t take long. As she climaxed, she tried to ram her legs together, but he was having none of that. He pressed harder on her thighs and drew her clit into his mouth.

“It burns,” she muttered. “Too much.”

With a final sweep of his tongue over her slit, he crawled up her body. He reached for the drawer beside his bed and quickly located a condom. After sliding it down his length, he thrust hard, filling her in one sharp movement. Jayne cried out. He was about to hold still in case he’d hurt her, but she wrapped her legs around his waist, dug her nails into his backside, and tilted up her pelvis to greet him.

He kissed her, but as his thrusts became more urgent, he couldn’t keep their lips locked. Instead, he looked into her eyes. That was his undoing. An almost violent orgasm shot from the head of his cock. His vision blurred, white dots dancing in front of his eyes.

His head fell onto her shoulder as he waited for his cock to stop pulsating. He let his weight fall on Jayne for the briefest of moments before he rolled to the side. “Please don’t go.”

She turned on her side and folded both hands beneath her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

* * *

Jayne was quiet on the way to the airport, but Rupe guessed it was more to do with end-of-holiday blues than the fact that they’d spent a large proportion of the previous night and that morning exploring each other. She was gazing out of the window as the high-rises of downtown Miami swept past.

Rupe covered her hand with his. “Doing okay there, Janey?”

She twisted her head. “It’s going to be tough to go back to the way things were.”

A bolt of anxiety shot through his bloodstream. “What do you mean?” he said more sharply than he’d intended, which drew a raised eyebrow from her.

“Easy, tiger,” she said with a grin. “I didn’t mean you and me. I meant work, routine, London smog, instead of all this.” She glanced out of the window once more, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “And let’s face it, you’ll have to go back to work soon, which will make seeing each other a little tricky.”

Confused, he frowned. And then he remembered. She was thinking about the conversation they’d had a few days ago when he’d told her that he tended to work from his boat.

“Jayne,” he said softly. “Look at me.” She slowly turned her head, and Rupe leaned towards her until their foreheads were touching. “I think it’s time I stopped moving around. And London isn’t so bad, although the weather is shit. We’d need to take quite a few holidays to make sure I get enough vitamin D.”

A smile spread across her face, and she unclipped her seatbelt and straddled his legs. Her hands curved around his neck, and she kissed him—gently at first, but as he trailed the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip, she deepened the kiss. Oh, man, he loved it when she took charge. But they weren’t far from the airport. He would have preferred to start something when they were airborne and tucked away in the bedroom on his plane.

He curved his hands around her face and eased her back. “One hour until we’re in the air. Then you’re mine.”

Jayne gave him a look of reprimand. “That sounds remarkably like a statement of ownership. You picked the wrong girl for that.”

Rupe grinned as he feathered his hands up and down her sides. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, caressing her nose with his. “I think the tigress can be tamed with the right approach.”

She poked him hard in the ribs before twisting out of his arms. “I thought you liked my bite.”

“Oh, babe, I do. But I have the feeling I still need to work on making sure that bite only ever sinks into my flesh.”

Jayne threw back her head and laughed. “In that case, get to work, mister.”