Take Me

“What was that?” Travis asked, all innocence.

“I wasn’t speaking to you,” she said, and licked her lips, trying not to notice that Travis closely followed the progress of her tongue, then shifted in his seat, looking suddenly uncomfortable.

Back to her plan for making it out to the aisle in one piece. No matter how she looked at it, there was no way to win. Either she was going to smash her boobs into Travis’s mouth or she was going to suffocate him with her butt. And then she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on him. Who knew where his hands might go if she wasn’t looking? She caught the amusement and blatant sexual challenge in his eyes at her quandary and knew that she had no choice but to slide out with her eyes fixed on the blackguard.

Sucking her stomach into her rib cage as far as it would go, Lily pressed her spine into the back of the seat in front of them and slid to the left. Right then, Travis’s book fell off his lap onto the floor and he bent forward to pick it up. Silky black hair brushed against Lily’s ni**les, and she sucked in a breath.

“Stop that!” she whispered, her face hot with need and annoyance.

Travis straightened up and put the book safely on her empty seat. As if he didn’t realize she was caught between the seat in front of him and his thighs, he brushed a red curl away from her cheek. “My book fell.”

His gaze fell to her hard ni**les, and Lily wanted to scream with frustration. Suddenly her rash decision to put on something enticing seemed like the stupidest thing she’d ever done.

How could she have thought that wearing something so revealing with virtually no support was a good idea?

Closing her eyes, she pushed past Travis, ignoring the warm hand that somehow found its way to her thigh. Finally, she was in the aisle, and freedom had never felt so good.

Or so cold now that Travis’s heat was gone.

I’m finally free of him, she told herself, planning on spending the rest of the flight at the bar, but instead of feeling happy, she couldn’t help but feel a little let down.

Shaking her curls out, she straightened her shoulders and smiled at the cute young bartender, who was making no bones about his appreciation for her dress. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.

Pleased by his appreciative smile after all of Travis’s barely disguised mockery, Lily slid onto the round barstool with a sigh of relief. “I’d love a gin and tonic,” she said, feeling naughty and giddy. “And I love your accent,” she added, wanting desperately to have a normal conversation with someone after the stilted repartee that she and Travis were so good at it. “Where are you from?”

The young man grinned as he mixed her drink. “London.”

Lily rested her chin on her hands. “I’d love to go to England one day for more than just a layover.” The bartender set her drink in front of her, and she took a sip. “Delicious,” she said, enjoying the buzz that crept into her skull. She took another sip, and said, “I’ve never been anywhere before. I can’t believe I’m going to Italy.”

The bartender leaned onto the counter, his brown eyes soulful and not-a-little lustful, about to reply when his eyes shifted over Lily’s shoulder.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” Travis drawled as he slid onto the barstool next to Lily, trapping her hips between his thighs, making his possession of her perfectly clear to the bartender.

Instantly the young man stood and was once again a consummate professional. Lily put the gin and tonic to her lips and gulped the rest down. “I’m done,” she said. Getting up as fast as she could, she had to steady herself on the gleaming wood bar. “Got to work on upping my tolerance,” she muttered as she hoisted herself back onto her heels. She walked briskly down the aisle past her seat, past the curtains where the flight attendants gossiped, into a private compartment with one bathroom door. She prayed that it was unoccupied as she reached for the handle.

It turned easily and she raised her eyes to the plastic paneling on the low ceiling of the aircraft. “I owe you one,” she said, and stepped into the rather large bathroom. The wind was all but knocked out of her as something large pushed in behind her and locked the door.

She spun around, or tried to, in the space that was definitely not big enough for two. “Are you crazy?”

she said. “Get out of here.”

Travis looked sickeningly at ease in the bathroom with her, and she wanted to poke his eyes out. Or wrap her legs around him to ride him into submission. She couldn’t decide which until he said, “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed a little unsteady there at the bar when you stood up.”

Definitely poke his eyes out, then ride him.

I hate him, she reminded herself, then said, “I don’t like you very much right now,” which seemed a bit harsh to her ears.

But Travis wasn’t scared off by her declaration. “Why not?” he asked, his voice silky and hot. “I like you Lily. A lot,” he said as he deftly turned them around and pressed Lily back against the door.

“Remember what happened last time?” he said, the devil tempting her with memories of one of the best orgasms of her life, of his tongue slipping in and out of her wetness, of his teeth closing in gently on her clit.

Lily shook her head and closed her eyes. “Please go,” she begged, hating herself for being weak, hating herself for not being the kind of woman who could kick Travis out. Hating herself for wanting him so bad she was going insane with it.

“Ever heard of the mile-high club?” Travis’s voice wrapped around her like cashmere, and she found herself looking into a mouth made for cunnilingus. His lips found hers, and she could have sworn the plane dipped a thousand feet as she fell into him, desperate for more of his taste, for the pleasure that only he could give her.

From somewhere deep in her subconscious, Luke’s voice was fuzzy in her brain. ” Women make it too easy for Travis. Make him beg, Lily.”

With sudden clarity she knew that wrapping her legs around Travis’s thighs and riding him in an airplane bathroom was definitely not making him beg. Mustering up every ounce of control she possessed, and then some, she slid her hands from behind his neck around to his chest and pushed with all her might.

Travis fell back against the toilet with a loud thud and a stewardess knocked on the door. “Is everything all right in there?”