Chapter 60

“Well he'd see me naked too, so I guess we should attempt clothing." She reached for the floor, but came up with nothing. Where the heck--

"I'm the only one who's going to have that honor from now on," he said flatly.

She peered at him through a tangle of hair. “Oh really?” She pushed herself into a seated position, flipping her hair away from her eyes. Her tummy fluttered at the possessive look in his eyes. Every feminist gene inside of her should have been on red alert, but the only thing she could do was grin at him. "Hmm…that sounds like you plan on keeping me around."

“You’re damn right.” And a month ago he’d have bitten his tongue off before he gave a woman a promise like that, or that kind of power over him. With Elena it felt right. He was going to be the only one to touch her, to love her and to hold onto her. Period.

She glanced around only to realize her clothes were all in the next room. Standing, she wandered out into the main part of the plane, shaking her head at the scattered bits of clothing that hadn’t made it past the flights beginning.

He watched her walk away. Her slim hips flaring out slightly into the heart shaped ass that drove him crazy. As she unconsciously slid into the scraps she called clothing, he couldn’t help but stare. He certainly did plan on keeping her around. Forever was starting to sound just about right.

She came back into the bedroom, his pants and hat hanging from her fingers, her smile coy. “Need these?”

He looked down at the fluttering top that just brushed the edges of her belly then to his pants draped over her arm. “You think I can put those on without strangling something?”

“You’ll just have to tuck,” she looked down at his growing problem with a grin, “carefully.” She laughed at his clenched jaw and turned around. "Tie me up, baby?"

Her back was smooth and a few freckles teased him into dropping a kiss along her shoulder then just above where the tie closed. At her answering shiver he grinned and stood back up. Satisfied that she was as tortured as he was, he pushed apart the skimpy ties with a low groan. "You don't get to say that when I'm putting clothes on you, woman." His fingers came around, tracing the water soft skin under the curve of each breast before he let the shirt drop back over their silky perfection.

She whimpered, another shiver had her stepping back against his wall of heat once more. The jets were motoring up as they began their descent. Instead of sitting, she widened her feet, bracing herself against his thighs and chest.

Knowing he was flirting with disaster, he skimmed his fingers up her thighs, dragging her skirt up and over the velvet smooth thighs until his fingers could slide up and along the warm center. A scrap of lace was his only barrier. Instead of removing it, he used it. Two long fingers slowly rubbed over the lace until it was damp.

Elena gripped her fingers into his ass, holding him tightly against her back. She could feel his hot, hard length at her back, pressing against the cleft of her cheeks, but still…all he did was touch. Again and again, he rubbed slow, methodical circles until she was mindless. She rolled her hips against his hand, “more,” she whispered.

“No,” he said nearly tonelessly into her ear. “Just feel me. Just for you. Slowly as we come back to earth again.”

Her brain shut off as his fingers stayed in that slow, recurring feed of pleasure. Her body was still so sensitive from the last few hours of loving and again, he had her on the edge again. “Inside me,” she whispered.

“No,” he said with willpower he wasn’t aware he had. He wanted this. Her pleasure filled the cabin as she pushed up against his hand. Part of him wanted to delve inside her heat. He knew he could ride her into pleasure as they landed, but this…feeling her fall apart in his arms was heady in its own right.

She pushed back on him, the sounds were incoherent as his touch glided her through the sweet orgasm as gravity pulled at her and she crashed back against him as they landed. He held onto her, his wide hand across her belly as they hit the tarmac and his name came out on a breathless pant.

Wrenching her underwear to the side he quickly pushed her against the plush arm of the couch. “I can’t wait,” he said and drove inside. He didn’t mean to. It was just supposed to be about her, but the force of the landing and her there in his arms…his willpower fled with g-force speed.

She screamed out his name now, lifting her foot to get a deeper penetration. “Yes!” He completed her, body and soul. Any time he touched her it was like the first time all over again. And as his body battered against the passion they created she went up and over again with him.

Richie flattened his palm against her back and felt her arch back against him stroke for stroke as he emptied himself. All of her, leaving nothing but the sounds of them in the cabin and the gleam of sweat that came from the furious coupling. He dropped his forehead to the skin between her shoulder blades. “God,” he sucked in a breath. “God, Elena.”

She curled into him as they collapsed on the couch long seat and they caught their breath. His arms wrapped around her, his laughter low in her ear. “What are you laughing about?” She said, turning to nip at his jaw. “That was not exactly funny. Mind blowing and brain melting maybe, but not,” she tried to stop the shudders, but it hiccupped through her again, “funny.”

Richie laughed again, his lips and tongue gathering the sweat at her neck where her silky hair stuck to her. “Now that’s a fucking landing,” he managed to spit out. God, she got under his skin. He’d had plenty of women in his life, but this one…she made it seem fun and new again. Not just a way to get off. Not just a moment in time. Important and fun and overwhelming.

She sat up and elbowed him. “Proud of yourself, Pony?”

He grinned, nipping at her hip just before she shimmied the skirt down. “Exceptionally.”

She couldn’t stop the laugh that time. “How about you tie my shirt this time? I promise I’ll let you untie it again in the car.”

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he grinned and quickly tied a double bow in the flimsy strings. No need for anyone else to see what was his. He nipped at her earlobe before he pulled away to hunt around the cabin for his own shirt. “Where the hell is my shirt?”

She crossed her legs as he quickly tugged on his jeans. Laughing, she watched him a moment before another short giggle escaped her. Spotting his shirt under the chair in front of her she snagged it. "Pony," she lifted the shirt, waving it, “this shirt?"

Tugging it from her fingers he quickly put it on. "Smart ass,” he smiled wide. “It’s a pretty ass,” he said as she stood, “but definitely a smart one.”

She smiled as he walked up to her and took her hand. "Well this is definitely one flight I won’t ever forget."

"First of many, darlin', first of many."