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Chapter Four
    What the hell was he doing?
    Joe didn’t bother to answer his own question, because his mind was pretty much empty, all the blood in his body surging to his groin. The feel of Mallory’s breasts in his hands made his dick so hard he hurt. And now he sat there, people all around them, shrouded in a thin airline blanket, with his hand on her pussy.
    Even through her pants, she felt hot and damp. The way she parted her thighs slightly told him how much she wanted his touch there. Her soft sigh contained frustration and longing.
    “Wanna make you come,” he whispered.
    “Yes,” she whispered back. “Please.”
    With her sitting almost in front of him, his arms around her, he found the buckle of the narrow belt she wore and unfastened it, then the button and zipper. The pants loosened helpfully and with his hand flat on her stomach, he slid it down inside her panties. His other hand returned to cup her breast beneath her shirt. “God, I wish you were naked. But this’ll work.” His fingers between her legs delved lower, over skin as soft as a powder puff, and he brushed her plump folds back and forth before dipping between them. “Oh yeah,” he murmured softly. “You’re wet, Mallory.”
    She moaned her agreement and parted her thighs wider still to give him access. His fingers slicked through liquid heat, up and down, his movements constrained a little by her panties, but he found the tight little entrance and rimmed it with his long finger, then returned up to her protruding clit. She jerked in his arms and gasped at his touch there, and he circled it tenderly. “How’s that?”
    She made an unintelligible little sound. Her hands came to rest on his forearms, not stopping him from touching her, just holding on to him. The blanket slipped off her shoulder and she quickly tucked it back behind her.
    Her breathing grew quicker and her back arched a little, pushing her breast deeper against his palm. He squeezed gently, her flesh soft but firm, the nipple hard beneath her thin lace bra.
    Pressure built deep in his balls as he kept up the circular rhythm on her clit. Her hips moved against his hand and arm in a pulsing motion, riding his fingers. He sensed her body tightening from her ass to her upper body and her fingers on his arms. Tiny whimpers rose to her lips and he rubbed his face against her hair. She turned into him, her nose pressing against the side of his neck, her panting breaths more audible, but only to him.
    “Joe,” she gasped. “Oh my God—”
    And then her hips lifted right off the seat and a slow, almost-painful sounding breath escaped her. She shuddered in his arms, her swollen clit pulsing under his fingertips. Her hands gripped his arms, pressing his left hand to her breast, holding his right hand in place at her pussy as she came in waves.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured. “So sweet, Mallory.”
    She trembled against him, her breathing still fast and harsh, and she pressed her lips to his neck in a long kiss. When her panting slowed, she lifted her lips from his skin in a gentle suck and whispered, “Wow.”
    He smiled. “Wow is right.”
    “So wicked,” she murmured. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
    “It’s fine.” He glanced around. The concourse was darkened now and people had all hunkered down until they knew more about what was happening.
    Speaking of which, what was happening? Was the flight in fact cancelled? Were they stuck in this airport for the night until the next flight? And when the hell would that be?
    God, he wanted to get Mallory in a bed. Alone. Wanted to do dirty things to her.
    “I’m going to go talk to the people at the gate,” he said to her, shifting her out of his arms. She sank limply back into her seat, and he made sure the blanket still covered her as she moved to do up her pants.
    He was still stiff as a post though and needed a minute. He swallowed hard and gritted his teeth. She rolled her head toward