Page 116 of Freed
“You wore the dress for this,” I say.
She gives me a look of mock surprise. “I wore the dress because it annoys you.”
“It does more than annoy me.”
Her eyes flicker.
I keep my face cold anyway. “And if you intend to spend the flight proving that, you should think carefully.”
“Why?” she asks softly. “Afraid of mixed messages?”
I should take my hand back. Instead I let it stay where she has put it and slowly drag her skirt up. When I can slide my hand between her legs, I lean closer, just enough that my voice won’t carry.
“You want the truth?”
Her pulse jumps in her throat.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I think you’re doing this because you hate the fact that I still affect you.” My gaze drops briefly to the blanket where I’m now stroking her very wet panties, then returns to her face. “And you hate it even more because you know you affect me right back.”
Color rises slowly along her throat.
“You’re very sure of yourself.”
“No,” I murmur. “I’m very sure of you.”
To prove a point, I slip a finger past her panties, rubbing her clit in slow circles. Her exhale is ragged as engines grow louder. The plane turns. The cabin hum deepens as it lines up for takeoff. Under the blanket, she tries to slide my hand away. Instead, I add another finger and watch as her eyes widen.
“Too late,” I say.
The plane surges forward.
She inhales sharply as our bodies press back into the seats. The blanket hides everything except the war in her face as I rushher toward an orgasm. When the wheels leave the ground, she looks away first, biting her lip to cover the sound of her whimper. I keep my hand exactly where it is until the seatbelt sign dings off. Then I release her and lick the evidence of what just happened off my fingers.
“Don’t toy with me,” I whisper. “Unless you want more.”
“And if I did?”
“Then I’m happy to give it to you,cara. Just not on a plane surrounded by strangers.”
Shame flashes across her face as if she’s just remembered where we are, and she looks away from me.
A few minutes later, the attendant returns with drinks. Water for Elizabeth, whisky for me.
Elizabeth accepts hers without looking at me. “Thank you.”
The attendant smiles. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Once she’s gone, I lift my glass. “No blanket this time?”
Her gaze snaps to mine, irritated that I noticed.
She takes a sip of water and then asks, “Why didn’t you stop me.”
Because I have not been able to pull away from you since the first time you looked at me like I was both the answer and the problem. Because under all this fury, my body still knows yours too well. Because I wanted to see how far you’d take it.
Instead I say, “Because I wanted something to use against Russo.”
