Her lips perk up at one side, giving me very naughty vibes before she rises up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her and engulf her as I pull her in tightly. Our kiss is sweet but turns very demanding, very quickly. She tastes like mint and feels absolutely incredible in my arms. I reach down, taking a good chunk of her ass in my hand. I press myself into her, letting her know how fucking much I want her. When I break the kiss, it’s only to whisper against her lips as our eyes meet. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, Angela Lynn Paxton. Hands down. No one, and I mean no one, compares.”
Her eyes are glassy as she gazes up at me, and slowly, she brings her hand up, cupping my cheek. “You sure we don’t have time?”
I shake my head sadly. “Not even a second to spare.”
She leans in, kissing my bottom lip before speaking against it. “Then you’d better get us out of here before I’m the one consuming you, Owen Michael Adler.” She draws out the words, licking my bottom lip, and everything in the world stops.
Yup, I’m head over ass for this girl.
I swallow, reaching up and taking her hand. “Just FYI, if my parents hadn’t helped with this date, I would totally blow it off and show you a damn good time in that jungle of yours.”
She flashes me a grin. “You’d be the king of the jungle?”
“Prepare yourself for this corniness…but only if you’re my queen,” I say, pulling her along, and I love the giggle I’m rewarded with. I walk her around the truck, opening her door for her. I help her in, and as she crosses her legs, I run my hand up her shin to her thigh. Her eyes meet mine as I reach down, kissing her mid-thigh. Her little intake of breath makes me want to bust. I stop myself and then rush around to get in the cab. I start the truck quickly and pull away just as fast. I don’t know why I’m rushing—I have time—but I think it’s because she has me so keyed up. She hands me my phone, and I toss it in the cupholder so I can take her thigh in my hand. Her skin is warm, and I squeeze her, wanting so badly to take a bite of her. She covers my hand with hers, and when she sighs happily, my heart soars.
“I know the answer,” she starts, and I look over at her, grinning from ear to ear. She reaches over, poking me in my dimple. “But I look okay? You’re not embarrassed?”
I almost wreck the car whipping my head in her direction. “The hell I have to be embarrassed of?”
“It’s tight, and I don’t want you to be embarrassed by what others think.”
“Thank God it’s tight,” I basically choke out. “Sugar, my love, I’m proud to be with you, and I don’t give two fucks what anyone thinks.”
“Oh,” she says, and I can tell she’s a little surprised by my answer.
“They can want you or not, and I don’t care, ’cause I know you’re mine.”
“Well then,” she says breathlessly as she grins at me. “Yours? Okay.”
“Yup,” I agree. “Also, just a warning, I went a little overboard.”
Her eyes dance as she looks at me. “Really? Why do you say that?” I pull into the airport and see my family’s plane. I glance over at her, and her eyes are wide. “What in the world?”
“Told ya,” I say, parking and getting out. I grab all my stuff and then head around to help her out.
“We’re going on a plane? For a date?” she asks incredulously.
“Yes. Some say I’m bougie.”
She snorts. “I say I agree with some.”
I take her hand and lead her toward the plane, locking my truck behind me, and she mutters, “Well, shit.”
I look over at her. She’s looking at the sky. “What?”
She gives me a sheepish grin. “Never mind.”
“No. What?”
“I forgot to put my rainwater catcher out, and it looks like it’s gonna rain. My plants love rainwater.”
I blink. “Woman, you drive me nuts,” I say, and I quickly text Dart to set out a bucket. “I asked Dart to put something out.”
She leans into me. “You’re the best.”
She kisses my jaw as the flight attendant welcomes us. “Mr. Adler and guest, welcome. Sir, we do need her ID.”
I forgot. “Shit. Sugar, you got your—”
She’d already pulling it out of her little purse, handing it to the flight attendant. “I’ll bring it back to you.”
“Sure,” Angie says, and together we walk up the stairs into the plane. “So, where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Her smile is unstoppable as we take our seats and buckle in. “Is this a new plane?”
“Yeah, Mom upgraded a few years ago.”
“Okay. I didn’t think this was the one we took to the championship,” she says, looking around. “This is nice.”
“You haven’t even seen the back yet. This is just the seating section for takeoff. The back has lounge chairs and couches.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh wow.”
“We’ll go back as soon as we take off.”
“Awesome,” she says as the flight crew gets ready for takeoff. “So, how many girls have gotten this kind of Owen Adler treatment?”
I give her a look. “Um. None.”
“Really?”
“Really. How many guys have gotten you in a dress like that?”
Her lips tip up. “None in the last two years.”
“Before?”
She grins. “I used to wear dresses like this to parties.”
I hold her gaze. “Well, honestly, I think you look way better now.”
Her eyes light up. “You think so?”
I bop her on the nose. “I know so.”
She takes my hand in hers and strokes her fingers along mine. Our fingers play as we wait to take off. I make sure to thank the captain and the copilot before they enter the cockpit. It’s hard to remember I’m supposed to be polite when all I want to do is kiss and touch Angie. She sits all pretty and proper beside me, smiling and being absolutely lovely. I love the way her hair is falling along her shoulders and the curve of her jaw. I find myself reaching out and brushing her hair off her shoulder to kiss her bare skin. Her breath catches as I trail my tongue along her collarbone and up her neck. I find her earlobe and suck it between my lips, biting it softly as she brings her hand up to rest against my cheek.
Into her ear, I whisper, “I want you so, so bad.”
She turns into me, moving her other hand up my thigh before she grabs ahold of my ice-hard cock, making me jump in my seat. I bite her below her ear, and I can feel her smiling as she says, “Easy, boy. So many eyes on us.”
I scoff. “I don’t even care. We’ll give them a hell of a show.”
Her giggles are strained and full of all things dirty. She takes ahold of my jaw just as the captain announces we’ve been cleared for takeoff, and then she moves my head slightly so our eyes can meet. Such heat and goodness are in her eyes, and I moan with desire. She leans in, and I take her mouth with mine. I don’t know how we miss the damn plane taking off, but then again, maybe I do. Being lost in her kiss would make me forget anything, really.