Page 40 of Plane Passion

And now, here she was with Ernie, and all she could think of was how it would feel if he touched her, tasted her, took her. She wanted him with every fiber of her being. All of him. Not just lips and tongue. That wasn’t nearly enough to sate her.

“I want you,” groaned a husky voice she hardly recognized as her own. Did she really say that out loud?

Ernie froze, still holding her tight against him, breath ragged and shallow. “I want you too, but there are so many reasons we should stop.”

“There are. To start with, you’re still a no-good cad,” she said, unable to relinquish him. If anything, she was pulling him tighter against her.

“A no-good cad you can’t resist.” He nuzzled her neck, and she arched into him to give him fuller access. Her heart pounded in her chest as she moved against him, desperate for some friction.

“Then there’s the fact that we’d both be fired if anyone at work ever found out,” she said, touching him greedily, unable to stop.

He made an appreciative grumbling noise as her hands continued to explore. “Yes, there’s that,” he said in a strained voice. He nibbled on her ear, and she almost lost her mind. “And yet, we don’t seem to be stopping.”

“No one knows we’re stuck together here except Mr. Dunston at the front desk, and no one at all would know what happened between us tonight if we didn’t tell them.” Why was she arguing in favor of this? She was supposed to be putting a stop to it. The risks were far too great. But instead, she was grasping his firm and perfectly-shaped buttocks and enjoying his sharp intake of breath.

“Maybe we should get this out of our systems,” she heard herself saying. What? No, that was a terrible idea. “Everything seems to have conspired to force us together. Maybe we should give in for tonight so that we can be rid of this mad attraction and move on with our lives.”

He was silent for a long moment, but his hands continued to caress her sides, his thumbs grazing her breasts. “Maybe you’re right. One night and then we’re through.” He nodded slowly against her hair in the dark and then reached up to cup her cheek as he pulled her into another bone-melting kiss. When he had reduced her to nothing more than a pulsing puddle of sensation, he asked, “Millie, may I turn on the light? I want to see you.”

It felt so safe in the dark, as if none of this was really happening. Light would make it so much more real. But it was real. She might as well admit it to herself. “You can turn on the light.”

Hanging on to her tightly with one arm, he reached around her with the other and switched on the lamp. There he was with that unruly blond hair and golden-brown eyes, looking at her from beneath his long, thick lashes, eyes darkened with desire.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured as he pulled the tie from her braid and began to loosen it. Soon, her blonde hair sprung free and cascaded over her shoulders. “There. Perfection.” He buried his face in it, breathing deeply. “I am a very lucky man. At least for tonight.”

He pulled her into a kiss, and she surrendered. She wanted this more than she could remember wanting anything in her life. Her fingers found his shirt buttons, and she began to undo them one by one until his shirt hung loose and he shrugged out of it. Beneath, he was wearing a thick, wool union suit, understandable, given the weather, but frustrating nonetheless. She wanted to touch bare skin, trace the contours of his chest with her fingers. She found the buttons of his undergarment and made quick work of them, revealing his chest at last.

At the sight of him, she let out a tiny moan. She knew he was a shapely man from the way he filled his clothes, but this view of him was downright decadent. He was a god among men, much more muscular than Barney had been. His chest was lightly sprinkled with coarse blond hair, and she couldn’t wait to touch him.

She ran her hands over every angle and plane, memorizing the feel of him, enjoying the heat he radiated on this cold, wintry night. And for tonight, he was all hers. In the morning, they would go their separate ways as if this never happened. But tonight was for indulgence. No one would ever be the wiser.

His fingers began to work the buttons of her pajama top. One. And then another. Each button seemed to undo a little bit more of her control. When he reached the last one, he took the parted cloth in hand, holding it together then slowly pulling it apart to reveal her inch by inch, her breathing hitching as the fabric brushed the tips of her taut nipples. At last, she was fully open to him, and he gently slid the top off her arms as he groaned, “Oh, Millie.”

Stepping back, he took a moment to rake her with his gaze. She missed the warmth of his touch but felt his eyes on her like a caress. Never had a man looked so worshipful in her presence. He threw her pajama top to the floor and rushed in, placing a thousand kisses on her chest until he reached her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Arching back, she was supported by his strong arm as he drove her mad. His knee pushed between her legs, and his beautifully muscled thigh rubbed where she needed him most. Her silk underwear was already damp. Riding his thigh, she could see colors starting to swirl at the edges of her vision. Much more of this treatment, and she was going to soak herself.

“Yes, let go, Millie.”

A shudder ran through her, and a spasm of bliss turned the world to rainbows. Oh. Dear. God.

And they were still fully clothed from the waist down. What would it be like when he finally touched her?

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Millie was a dream come true with her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, brushing against her lovely breasts and pert salmon-colored nipples. Her pajama bottoms hugged her hips, and he couldn’t wait to tear them off.

He tugged at the string, and they came untied, sliding off her and crumpling to the floor. She stepped out of them as he continued to kiss and caress her, leaving her standing in nothing but her silk underwear, trimmed with lace. Unable to resist, he caressed the curve of her bottom beneath the smooth fabric. It almost seemed a shame to shed this last tantalizing bit of cloth, but it had to go. He needed to see all of her.

She gasped as he slid her soaked panties to the floor and touched the silken curls at her core with his finger, quickly finding the secret nub of flesh to drive her wild. Swirling his finger once, twice, he made her whimper. Then he stepped back, looking her up and down. He wanted to take her in, savor this moment of revelation. She was an erotic dream come to life with her parted red lips, tempting breasts, nipped waist, and long tapered legs. He wanted to press her back onto her bed and sink into her then and there, but he knew he had to make this last. Her pleasure came first. He could hold himself in check. Barely.

Biting her lip, she reached out and grazed the front of his pants with her fingers, and he twitched at her touch, painfully erect beneath the fabric. She clearly knew what she wanted and was unafraid to take it. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his pants and then his union suit, and moments later Oh, God! she was touching his cock.

His eyes shut tight, and his jaw clenched as a burst of need erased all conscious thought. She grasped him firmly and pumped him as her thumb grazed over the tip.

Mustering some last shred of sanity, he pushed her hand away. “Not yet. Too much,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

Stepping out of his clothes, he guided her to her bed and laid her down gently. Once again, he took a moment to pause. Memories of tonight would have to last him a lifetime. Never again would he have the chance to see Millie splayed on the bed before him, looking up at him with a hunger and intensity that set him on fire.

“Stop staring and come down here,” she commanded. There was a smile on her face. What could he do but obey?