She sat, and he sat next to her.
“It went really well.”
“Great. I hope you get more business from it.”
“Me, too.”
The flight attendant on board served her a glass of champagne. She grinned, feeling a little decadent, but gladly accepted it, then turned to Mick, who sipped a glass of what looked like club soda. “No champagne for you?”
“It’s summer and I’m in training. My personal trainer would kick my ass if he found out I was sweating out alcohol.”
She laughed. “Working you hard, is he?”
“Sometimes I cry a little after a workout. But don’t let it be heard I said that. It’ll just pump up his ego.”
“I can’t even imagine, as in shape as you are, what it takes to get you like that.”
He shrugged. “I’m getting older. It’s harder to get me this way, so I have to work at it.”
“Football is a brutal sport. You have to be built like the side of a mountain to take the kind of hits you do.”
He leaned back and played with the ends of her hair. “It’s easier on me than a lot of the other guys. I just stand back there and throw.”
“Uh-huh. I’ve seen the games. You take your share of hits.”
“So, you’re a fan. Want an autograph?”
“Why, yes, I do. You can autograph your tongue on my—”
“We’ll be ready for takeoff shortly, Mr. Riley.”
“Thanks, Amanda,” he said, not once taking his eyes off Tara. Once Amanda left for the front of the plane, Mick leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers.
Tara swallowed, her body engulfed in an inferno of need.
“Tattoo with my tongue, huh?”
She should be embarrassed that Amanda the flight attendant had probably overhead what she said, but at this point, her only concern was Mick. “Yes.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Time to buckle up.”
They moved to separate seats until after takeoff, at which time Amanda brought them fresh drinks, grilled shrimp appetizers, and a salad.
“I figured you’d need something to eat,” Mick said. “Once we touch down there won’t be any time to eat until after the premiere.”
“What’s the agenda?”
“Liz said she arranged for someone to do your hair and makeup, and she has your dress and shoes and all that jewelry stuff ready in L.A.”
“Mick, you’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble on my behalf. You didn’t have to do that.”
He picked up her hand and kissed her wrist. “I want this to be a fun night for you.”
“Obviously this is some event your agent wanted you to attend for exposure?”
“Of course.”
“And she didn’t exactly expect you to bring me as your date.”
“I don’t do everything Elizabeth tells me to do.” He’d held her hand and licked the inside of her wrist. She shuddered.
“How long do we have before the flight lands?”
Mick picked up his cell phone to glance at the time. “About forty minutes. Why? You have something in mind?”
Her gaze panned the confines of the plane. “Not much privacy here.”
“More than you think.” He stood and took her by the hand, leading her through the door at the back of the plane. She gasped when she realized it was a bedroom.
“Holy shit. Who owns this thing? Some sultan?”
Mick laughed, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. “It’s Irvin Stokes’s plane.”
“Oh my God. I had no idea. He must really like you.”
“Well, yeah. But he really likes Elizabeth, too. She schmoozes him, has lunch with his wife all the time. I think he thinks of her as his oh-so-successful daughter.”
She turned and wrapped her arms around him. “I think he really likes you. I can’t believe this airplane.”
“Enough talk of airplanes.” Mick reached behind him and locked the door, pushing Tara against the wall. “Care to join the mile-high club?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She pressed her lips to his, her ni**les already tingling at the thought of having sex with Mick on this plane. She was having so many wild experiences with him, but this one was insane and all too exciting. She was wet and ready and wished she could be instantly naked so he could f**k her.
Then again, why did she have to be naked at all? His mouth was on hers, his hard body pressed to hers, and she was wearing a sun-dress. His c**k was hard against her hip. She adjusted her body, putting his hard-on in direct contact with her sex, then rubbed against him.
He dropped his gaze to hers with a smoldering look that made her melt inside.
“Something you want?”
“Yes. Your c**k inside me. Now.”
He lifted her dress, fisting it in his hand as he pushed it over her hips, then reached for her panties and dragged them down. She wiggled, letting them drop to the floor. Mick unzipped his pants and took out his cock, reaching into his pocket for a condom, tearing it open, and sheathing himself in record time.
Mick pushed her against the wall and lifted her leg over his hip, shoving inside her with one hard thrust that would have made her scream if she wasn’t cognizant of not being alone on this plane. Instead, she gasped as he pulled out and drove into her again. She felt the pulse of her pu**y, demanding more of the sinful pleasure he gave her.
He dragged the straps of her dress off her shoulders and bared her br**sts, then bent to latch onto one of her ni**les and sucked, hard. Tara shivered, banged her head back against the wall of the plane, the roar of the engines equaling the roar of her blood as it pounded in her ears. She pulled on Mick’s shirt, and he lifted his arms, allowing her pull it off him.
Oh, she liked this, having him slam her against the wall of the plane, her dress nothing but a wad in his hands as he held on to it while he pummeled her with deep upward thrusts, the frenzy of their lovemaking taking her out of her mind to a place where she felt crazy and free. She knew nothing but this man and this moment and the center of her being where desire coiled like a snake, fierce and unhindered. She scored his shoulders with her nails and demanded more.
“Shit,” he said, rocking his pelvis harder against her, giving her the more she’d wanted, sliding his hand between them to massage her clit, separating enough to let them both watch as he f**ked his c**k inside her and used his fingers on her clit.