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twisted, slowed or changed the rhythm and brought me back, dancing on the pin of a needle. He let me catch up, let me feel like I had some semblance of control before it ratcheted back up and I was huffing, moaning for more even though the pleasure was maddening. He took my breath away, but breathing was irrelevant. This was all that mattered.
    “Open your eyes--and come for me.”
    My eyelids sprung open and all I could do was feel as I took him in and out. I was the sum of my aching, needy muscles, other ears be damned. Sparks fired from my toes and poured out my mouth in a roar and he was right there, watching me like I was a work of art unfolding before him.
    And we weren’t done.
    I barely had time to blink or remember that we were on a jet and I’d just come loud enough to be heard several state lines over before he took me by the hand and pulled me toward the back of the cabin.
    As soon as he slid the door of the sleeping cabin closed, I was against it. His hands gripped my cheeks as his mouth gripped my lips. His masculine scent surrounded me, aroused me, and instantly I was going blow for blow, clasping him to me, sucking his lips, losing myself in his taste.
    He pulled back, voice hot with mischief. “One of us is significantly overdressed.”
    My lips split into a grin as I gripped his belt buckle. “We should work on that.”
    I suddenly got the appeal of those rip-away pants. His belt buckle was like a rubik’s cube and I just wanted to rip it and everything keeping us apart to shreds. He pulled off his shirt, but his bottom half was still clothed. He took a look at my frustration and freed the belt. He started on the fly, but I stopped him. “Not yet.”
    He quirked an eyebrow until I dropped to my knees. I licked my lips and put a hand on each side of his muscled hips and eased toward the zipper. I caught it with my teeth without embarrassing myself, but heat still fanned my cheeks and spread between my thighs as I drew it down. The two sides were open, revealing his groin to me. A thin strip of dark cotton surrounded the bulge of him and I felt the heat build into a flame as I pulled down the boxers, the full length of his erection snapping free. It was beautiful. From the mushroom shaped tip to the impressive swollen shaft. Veins bulged beneath the skin, blood engorging him, blood raging through my veins as I took him in my hand and came forward.
    I sucked the tip, my tongue claiming every contour of it, loving the way his fingers threaded my hair and tightened when I focused on the underside of the head of him. I replaced my mouth with my hand and drug my tongue down the length of his shaft, not stopping until I hit the dense, wiry curls at his groin. I drew back to the tip and found a new stretch of him to explore until every inch had been touched by me. I sat back slightly, looking up into his lust hidden face.
    “I see you too,” I whispered.
    And with that, I took him in my mouth, the entire length plunging between my lips until I saw stars. I gagged slightly and I could feel him pause, gauging if I could take him. If I was ready.
    I answered him by taking him farther, and he let out a groan that shook my whole body. He rocked in and out of my mouth and I could taste every bit of his desire as I sucked him.
    Devoured him.
    His grip tightened and I prepared myself for his climax, but he pulled himself from my lips instead.
    “Up,” he ordered huskily, eyes glazed and dangerous. “I have promises to keep.”
    I didn’t hesitate and neither did he. He slammed me back against the door, just as the plane hit turbulence. He held me steady and for a brief moment my stomach dropped. On a regular plane, the seat belts light would have been flashing.
    “Should we?” I stopped when he pushed me back and somehow without losing his own footing, brought my hips out, gripping only my leg. The whole room shook. My bones rattled. We should have been scurrying back to out seats, but the look in his eyes told