Page 6 of Romancing Rayne

“Come on.” His hand left my leg, and he grabbed mine, giving me a firm tug.

“Where are you going?” I whispered, trying not to wake the sleeping passengers around us.

“Not, me. Us.” He stepped into the aisle and continued to pull me behind him.

“No way.”

Ghost didn’t stop until he made his way to the first-class galley where, much to my embarrassment, Lou Anne was restocking the coffee on her cart.

“Hey, guys. If you needed something, you could’ve hit the call button.” She beamed. Ghost glanced at the green, unoccupied sign on the bathroom door and it was a race between me and Lou Anne whose blush appeared faster. I imagined mine did, considering my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“Oh! Ohhhh!” Her eyes widened, and she smiled. “Sorry. I’ll just switch this to out of order for you.” She reached into a cabinet and retrieved the rectangular plaque and placed the magnetic, inoperative, sign on the door and wagged her perfectly manicured eyebrows at Ghost. What the hell was going on? It was against airline policy to close a fully operational lavatory, and there had to be some FAA rule against sex in an aircraft that I should’ve known. However, at that moment I was so shocked I couldn’t think of it.

Ghost winked, yes, he winked, at Lou Anne and started to pull me toward the tiny bathroom. He was in for a rude awakening if he thought we’d both fit in the small space. The stall was larger in first class than in the world traveler, economy section but it was still an airplane lavatory.

“Huh?” He looked around trying to puzzle out how we were both going to fit.

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up.

“You think this is funny?” he asked.

“So funny. Didn’t think this through, did you, super-spy?”

“Oh, Princess, I’ll have your jeans around your ankles and you up against the door in two seconds. We’ll see who’s laughing then.”

My laughter died, and suddenly my mouth was dry.

He was serious.

“It’s not possible,” I argued.

“Anything’s possible. I’ve been in tighter situations than this.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Obviously tired of our conversation in front of the restroom he tugged my hand, moving us until he could close the door. With my back against the cool metal and his broad, muscular chest pressed to my front he leaned down to whisper, “Now I have you just where I want you.”

Oh, shit. This was happening.

4

Ghost

The space may have been designed for a single person, but there was no way that was going to deter me. Between Rayne admitting she’d had some sort of dirty dream and the ever-present need I had whenever I was near her, it was too tempting. Not to mention, the thought of joining the mile-high club and giving her another first was too thrilling to pass up. Yes, I’d make it work.

“So, tell me, what were you dreaming about?” I kissed the side of her neck, and when her head fell to the side, giving me better access, I moved lower to the front of her throat, right where I knew she loved. Rayne didn’t disappoint when she moaned as I sucked on the sensitive area.

“You were kissing me.”

“Was I kissing you here?” I moved the collar of the V-neck shirt she was wearing to the side and placed a few small, open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder.

“No.”

“Here?” I yanked her shirt up, exposing her perfect tits and took a moment to admire the swell of cleavage. So fucking beautiful. I had to taste the milky-white flesh overflowing the confines of her bra. I wished I had more time. I wanted to spend hours sucking and licking her perfect nipples hidden behind the lacey material. Later. There would be plenty of time for that tonight, and every night for the rest of our lives.

“No.”