Hunter leads Rook onto the plane, “Make yourself comfortable.”

Rook sits in one of the leather chairs, “Wow, swanky.”

“Welcome back, Dr. Webb.” The flight attendant comes into the cabin, “Can I offer you something to drink? We’ve restocked.”

“That won’t be necessary, Sheila.” Hunter smiles, “Also, I would prefer if you joined the flight crew in the cockpit.”

Sheila blanches, “Of course.” She starts for the front of the plane, “If you need anything, please press the call button.”

“Thank you, Sheila.” He dismisses her.

When the door clicks closed, Hunter turns to Rook, “Are you comfortable? Can I get you anything?”

“No, thank you,” she says, folding her hands in her lap.

Hunter spins another of the chairs in the cabin to sit and face her, “I would like to take this time to get to know more about you, who you are now.”

Rook quirks her brow, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, “Well...there’s really not much to tell. I’m from Idaho, grew up there, my parents are awesome. I came to New Orleans a few years ago and that’s when I found out I was a rook.” She tilts her head to the side, “That’s what everyone calls me, Rook.”

Hunter grips the arm rests, trying to control his urge to take her, “What’s your given name?”

Her cheeks redden, “Iris, but I prefer Rook.”

“Then that’s what I will call you.” His breathing is uneven, he can’t stop staring at her lips.

She shifts again and fans herself, “Is it hot in here?”

Hunter reaches up and turns the knobs on the airflow, “Is that better?”

She shakes her head, “Yes and no.” She reaches for his hand, holding on to it tightly, “That’s better.”

Hunter smiles, “They call me Hunter.”

“Hunter.” She lets the name roll off her lips, “And you’re a doctor?”

“Researcher. I have a laboratory in Toronto.” He runs his hand up her arm, feeling her soft skin and finding it more difficult to still his erection.

“Really? That’s cool,” she says, scooting forward in her chair to be closer to him.

“Yes.” He gazes into her eyes, seeing his past, present and future.

She inhales a deep breath, “I’m sorry, but I have to be closer to you.” She unbuckles her seat belt and sits on his lap.

A small sense of relief runs through him at her closeness, “Rook…”

“I’m sorry, I…” She stands.

He tugs her back down to his lap, “No, don’t be sorry. It’s just that I want you.” He rolls his eyes, “In the most primal ways. The things I want to do to you…” He gets lost in his own thoughts of ravishing her, burying his nose in her hair to take in all of her scent and taste her sweet arousal.

Rook nods vehemently, “I want you to do them all.”

“I will,” he says with uneven breaths. “But I want it to be...special.”

She runs her finger down his jawline, “It will always be special with you.”

“Aren’t you the least bit apprehensive?” he asks. “We’ve only just met.”

“I feel like I know you better than I know myself.” She raises brow, “I’ve never felt so complete and something inside me knows I belong with you.” A tiny laugh escapes her, “Always have.”

They get lost in the truth in their eyes, gazing deeply into one another’s souls. “I see so much of who you are and feel like you’re part of me,” she says, holding back the ball of emotion forming in her throat. “The pain you’ve felt for so many years, the longing.”

Hunter breaks his gaze away from her, ashamed of some of the things he’s done in his life. “Don’t look away from me.” She lifts his chin to meet his stare.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he says quietly.

“Don’t be sorry, just love me,” she pleads.

“I already do,” he says and in that moment he’s unable to stay away from her luscious lips.

He covers her mouth with his in a gentle kiss, exploring tenderly while running his hands through her curls.

She intensifies the kiss, dragging her hands across his neck, pulling him closer to her. His hands run down her back to her ass and grabs as much of her as he can, pressing her against his hard member.

Their movements become urgent, primitive. She lets out a gasp and reaches down, stroking his hard cock, thinking how badly she aches to have him inside her. She goes to unbuckle his pants and he stills her hand. “Wait.”

“What?” she says with a hint of irritation.

“I want to undress you,” he says, standing her up.

She complies, trying to remain patient as she squeezes her thighs together against her throbbing walls.

He lifts her tank top over her head and unfastens her bra, leaving her in only her jeans. He stops and gazes hungrily at her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. He cups his hands at her jawline and leans down, kissing her feverishly before whispering in her ear, “I want to touch every part of you.”

She mumbles something inaudible, throwing her head back at the thought. He trails his fingers down her neck, enjoying the feel of her skin. He cups one breast in his hand and flicks his tongue around the other, taking her hard peak into his mouth.

Her knees buckle slightly, and he wraps one arm around her to steady her, never losing contact with her nipple.

He works his way to her other bud and gives it the same treatment.

She can’t take much more, ready to come just from his touch. “Hunter, please.”

“Shh,” he hushes her, running his fingers along the curve of her hips and latches his hands at the button on her jeans. Her jeans slide to the floor in a heap and he lifts her up, taking her to one of the couches.

She wants him, needs him and is going to go insane without him filling her. She tangles her fingers in his hair, “Now. I need you now.”

“Patience, my love,” he says, rubbing the stubble on his chin against her thigh. “I want to taste you,” he growls.

She spreads her knees apart, welcoming him. His tongue presses inside her folds, her clit already swollen and ready, “You’re so wet.” Hunter hums, lashing his tongue along her folds.

She moans with the pleasure of his touch. “Hunter, I-I-”

“Shah,” he continues gently lapping his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. His finger pushes inside her wet opening, curving up to rub against her G-spot.

“Holy fuck.” She breathes the words, hardly able to control her movement.

Hunter holds her in place with one hand under her ass, he basks in her pleasure as she writhes with each stroke of his tongue. He can feel her soft walls contracting around his finger.

He pushes in and out faster and flicks his tongue against her clit. He’s determined to make her come. He looks up at her face contorted with pleasure, “You taste fucking divine.”

Her pussy clenches as the orgasm builds from the tip of her toes and fingers straight to her core. “Fuck!” she screams.

Her heartbeat thrums in her ears and her vision blurs as she reaches an apex of ecstasy like no other she’s ever felt.

Rook’s moans of pleasure fill the cabin and urge him on faster. Her legs tighten around his head, she can’t take anymore.

Hunter is rewarded with her wetness and the walls of her pussy convulsing around his finger.

He slows his tongue to a stop, holding it on her clit as it pulses. He laps against it slowly just to feel her twitch.

She leans back panting, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. “Jesus fuck!” she gasps. “If I didn’t love you before, I certainly do now.”

He licks his lips and stands, undoing his pants, “You like that?”

She nods vehemently, “Fuck yes.” Her expression deepens, “More.”

He slides his pants off and his cock springs forward at the ready.

Rook’s eyes widen, “Oh shit.”

A sideways smiles dances across his features. “I’ll be gentle,” he says, lowering himself onto her.

“Don’t,” she growls, ready to take all of him in.

He kisses her belly, brushing his lips against her skin, savoring every drop of her essence. With care he slides his cock into her wet pussy, still pulsing from her orgasm.

Her walls squeeze around him. A ragged breath escapes his lips as he remembers how long it’s been since he’s been with a woman. “You’re so…” He thrusts deep into her canal, watchful that he’s not hurting her.

Rook’s legs wrap around him, pulling him in deeper as he pulls all the way out, the head poised at her opening. With slow, metered motions he rocks inside her.

Her eyes wild with lust, she scrapes her nails down his back, “You’re going to make me come again.”

Hunter is unable to speak, only able to focus on her delightful pussy. The tension builds in him and he thrusts harder and deeper.

Her cries of pleasure send him over the edge. He captures her gaze as he’s about to spill his seed inside her.

She takes his face in her hands as she reaches her climax with him and cries out, “Bjorn.”

He roars as his body stiffens and his cock pulses in time with her walls. With ragged breaths, he twitches and tries to hold himself up, “You called me Bjorn,” he pants.

She says with a sly look, “I told you I know who you are.”