Michael (Wild Men #8)

Chapter 30

CHAPTER THIRTY

Michael

Dylan is true to his word.

Before I know it, Emery and I are flying to Maine—just the two of us in a posh private plane.

“This is amazing!” Emery spends the first fifteen minutes walking up and down the aisle, checking out the bedroom in the back of the plane, and ordering a snack of French fries and water from the flight attendant.

“You look like you’re enjoying this,” I say to her as she leans back on the seat across from me.

“Of course I am! I’ve never been on a private plane before. I never even dreamed of being on one. It’s so cool.”

“You know what’s the best part?”

“What?”

“That we’re alone. We can do whatever we want for the next six hours.”

“What should we do first?” she asks.

I point to her snack. “Eat. Drink. And then…” I nod in the direction of the bedroom. “We have fun.”

She laughs. “Mile high club? ”

“I’m not a flyer, so I wouldn’t know.”

“I’ve never done it in the air either.” She stands up. “Let’s go now.”

“I thought you were hungry.”

“Food can wait.”

“I won’t argue you,” I say when she takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom.

After closing the door behind us, I give her a long, urgent kiss, backing her up against the nearest wall. She’s tugging at my belt, and I help her to unzip my jeans and free my erection.

When I reach underneath her miniskirt, I find she’s bare underneath.

“Easy access,” I mutter.

“That’s why I wore this,” she says, and I hear the smile in her voice.

Ignoring the bed entirely, I lift her up and brace her against the wall. She grips my shoulders to hold on as I slide inside her in one motion.

Her head falls back and she slams her eyes shut. “Michael…keep going.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I drive into her, holding myself still inside her for a few seconds, long enough that she moans.

“Oh, Lord, what are you doing? You’re going to make me come so fast.”

I pull out and drive into her again. I’m at a different angle in this position, and I can feel all of her. Her legs shake around my waist as I pull out slowly and again drive back inside her. This time, she lets out a scream as she climaxes hard.

I cover her mouth with my own, and when she’s through her orgasm, I pull out and carry her to the bed. Instead of laying her on the mattress, I have her kneel on the floor and she bends over the edge of the bed.

When I enter her again from behind, I nearly come right away. I’m rock-hard, and I know I won’t last much longer. I reach around to pinch her nipples underneath her tank top, and she presses her face into the mattress and chants, “Michael, please.”

“Please, what?” I murmur.

“Make me come again,” she begs.

I drag one hand down her side and across her stomach until I reach her clit.

I rub it once, twice, three times, all the while thrusting into her heat.

She cries out my name as she goes over the edge, and I follow right after her. I grip her hip with one hand to keep myself from falling over.

I can’t even open my eyes.

That was so damn good.

My high seemed to go on forever.

I shift away from her slowly and crawl onto the bed, pulling her into my arms.

“Do you think that was the best ever?” she mumbles into my neck.

Yes. But I think every time with you is the best ever.

“You do?”

Did I just say that out loud?

“Yes,” she says in a thrilled tone. “You sound like me. I must be rubbing off on you.”

She raises her head to look at me.

Her hair is a mess of beautiful black locks framing her flushed face.

Her blue eyes are shining as she smiles.

I’m hit with such awareness of the joy I feel in this moment that I can’t push it aside.

I’ve been doing this all wrong.

I’ve been waiting for a sign to know what to do about our no-strings deal.

A part of me even thought that if I brought her to Lucky Bay and she fit in, that would be my proof to take the risk with her.

But I don’t need to wait.

I already know.

“I’m no good on land,” I say to her.

She wrinkles her nose. “Okay.”

“And I’m trying to let go of living only when I’m at sea.”

She tilts her head. “What are you saying, Michael?”

“I guess what I’m saying is I’m going to tell you what I’m about to say while we’re in the air.”

She visibly inhales. “What is it?”

“I love you.”